Idiot’s Guide to understanding Online Behaviour

Before I begin let me make two things clear.

First there are people and then there are their online avatars. People behave quite differently when they are in the cyber world.

Second I have nothing against any of these, some of my best friends are amongst them.

The Chatanovas/Chaterellas – These people are the Casanovas / Cinderellas of the cyber world. They won’t even say ‘hi’ to you when you see them in person but they are ‘all words’ when online. They will ping you and start chatting which can only end when you excuse yourself. Normally at a loss of words face-to-face, they are quite witty and even flirting when chatting online.

The Cassandras – They are your friendly neighbour doomsday announcers. They feel it’s their responsibility to educate you of the health risk of mobile phones, beware you of AIDS needle stabbing people, the incredible way to alert police by entering your PIN in reverse etc. They are also the ones to stuff inspiring quotes like “Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm” down your throats. Whoa! Just lay off.

The Obscurist – These people are the ones who write status updates/message like – “I am very....”, “Today was very bad but thank god I....”, “Abhishek is very happy because....” or even worse like – “Da da da ....”, “Aaargh”, “My mind is MR”, “DD didn’t know she....". Please, you may think that you appear very enigmatic and deep by this but in reality you appear to be a moron who doesn’t know his right hand from your left. Either write what you meant to say or shut up. Nobody is interested.

The fad riders – They will write whatever is ‘IN’ right now. Like “Rest in peace King of pop”, “Well played Federer”, “Amazing race Raikkonen”. Even if they never heard MJ's songs or probably thought him as a child abusing psycho they think his death should be put into a status update. Please they are enough news sites on the web. If I wanna know I will read that and not your idiotic updates.

The attention seekers – They are full of sad stories about themselves. Mostly girls are the culprits in this case with status messages like – “I am very sad today :-(” “I am missing you very much :-(” “Bad day in office, I wanna go home” “Having a terrible head ache. It hurts”, “Waan” or the killer, just a “:-( “. Well I would have sympathised with you if you hadn’t splashed your plight all over the cyberspace. Now you are just looking for attention.

The Perennially busy-bees – These people always have a red dot next to their name and are always busy. Status messages include the plain and simple “busy” or the more exotic variations like “Busy busy busy”, “Do not disturb... Very very busy”, “Working, do not disturb under any circumstances”. Well, if you are SO busy then why the hell don’t you sign out ? It does not show that you have a life, just issues.

The cry-it-louds – These are active on social networking sites like Orkut and Facebook and feel it’s completely ok to tell the world things like – “Rohit was late again, he doesn’t love me” , “My sweety pie is here and I am going to kiss him”, “I miss my Jaanu”, “I love her so much but why she doesn’t love me”. Probably she doesn’t because of your ranting like these and total lack of sense that these things are private and meant to stay that way.

The serial-Frandshippers – Just because you sat near them in the bus means that you two are friends for life to them. These are the people who have above 500 “friends” and continuously troll the sites looking for anybody they recognize. Mostly IT engineers with no work and a free internet. They are also the ones who send out friend requests to random girls with pick-up lines – “Hey nice Pic. Can be we freinds?” or “Hi Aarti looking cute... Wanna have fraandships with me?” Uggghh... Creepy!

The blow-by-blowers – They tell it like it is. Courtesy mobile phones – “I am in a queue to see The Dark Knight. I am still in a queue. I am bored of being in a queue. I am wondering whether to give up being in a queue and go home. I have decided to go home. I am on the bus wondering if I should have stayed in the queue.” I wish you were under the bus rather than in it. B**w me !

The spreaders-of-love – These people feel it’s perfectly alright to spit out hate messages like – “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”, "Anurag isn't really that impressed with idiots who don't realize how idiotic they are.", " Fucking assholes need to mind their fucking business”. Don’t curse the world here, seek psychiatric help.

The Careless Commentators – Ever found out that your last night –drunk- Salman Khan
imitating -shirtless photo has been uploaded on the SNS (Social Networking Site), and you face tagged, complete with a comment like – “LOL, he was so drunk”? They are to be blamed for this. They are also to be blamed (more appropriately drawn and quartered) for comments like – “Oh who is this hot chick with you in this pic?” or “Oh my god look at Shruti’s legs in this pic, they are yumm” Dude! If you can read this so can she! And public forum anyone?

The Bore-me-to-deaths – There is no dull moment for these people. Facts like “I am very sleepy”, “Today I ate 3 Muuli paranthas for lunch”, “in the evening planning to go to India Gate” seem like a must-know for everyone to them. They are probably trying to tell the world that they are still alive.

The lyricist – No explanation required. Probably the most harmless of the lot. They are the ones who keep their about me, status messages /status updates in the form of song’s lyrics. Retards!

English killers – ‘Awesome. Super fucking cool. Amazing. Incredible. Sexy’. All of their sentences begin and end with these words only and they use LOL as a punctuation mark. English language has its shortcomings, please respect them.

Quiz takers – And my favourite. The useless quiz takers on Facebook. They want to know when will they die, what is the first letter of the name of their love, what kind of lover they are, what their birthday says about them, how much naughty are they and what is their love percentage. And they take Facebook as a perfectly credible source. In the end they also feel that world should know about this and publish it. I can only think of one solution. Death by firing squad !

Sane – And lastly the rare and dying breed, the normal people.

P.S. – The author although thinks he is part of the last group but there is plenty of evidence linking him with all of the above.

P.P.S - Stereotyping is a fool's way to understand the world better

P.P.P.S - By talking to people and looking in Retrospect I realized that I have left out one important case. The case of a Girl putting lyrics from a song or putting up a arbit quote from the web and the Guys going ga-ga over it. They 'like' it, and start pouring in comments like - "Oh how beautiful quote", "Hey nice quote", "Oh this is no nice. this really suits you", "Wow this is so touching" and then there'll be one guy who will think of this as an opportunity to start a conversation and put in "Hi Swati how are you". Guys ! Stop being so desperate.

COMING SOON - THE IDIOTS GUIDE TO UNDERSTANDING B-SCHOOLERS

Litchi’s Goldfish

As she laid still on the ground,
No longer flapping, her eyes big and round.
The realization hit him that she was forever gone
Cold and dead and no way for her to again spawn.

No he never meant it,
But his deeds were his own.
And now he stood with his eyes filled with tears,
Mouth agape and shaking with unknown fears.

So why did he do it?
For he wanted to punish her and this was his act in a fit.
“She doesn’t play with me anymore!”
Crying he retorted looking at the goldfish on the floor

“She has found a new friend and he’s keeping her busy”
In sobs came the words, the tear’s torrent making him dizzy
“Once I told her to play with me she said no! Her and her friend had somewhere to go.”

Because she had never done this, it made him irate
Confused and hurt, alone he sat unknowingly building up his hate.
Why was she doing it, because he spoiled her new dress?
Or was it because he was stupid to stick gum in her tress?

He didn’t know the answer, perhaps neither did she
But it was happening and any longer he couldn’t let it be.
He used to ask “Are you angry with me Litchi?”
Pat came the reply “Don’t be stupid, things are still as Peachy”

But they weren’t and he knew it, disconcerted he felt.
And the straw that broke the camel’s back came full pelt.
The uneventful evening took light away from noon.
A sleeping monster snapped his eyes open announcing the doom.

A worried boy wandering out in the heat,
Saw what made his heart skip a beat.
Along came Litchi with his friend riding on a bicycle,
After she said no to him “the sun was too harsh to cycle”.

It felt like somebody had punched him,
like the school bully who hit anybody at his whim.
Crying he ran in her house, her mom treated him like son.
Enraged he thought of malice to be done.

One eye looked at Litchi talking to her mate
other saw her Goldfish, gifted by him on her ‘fave’ date
“This one is the best” hugging him she had said
Clearing away the gifts that were on the table instead

“We are gonna keep it with us always!”
Overjoyed said the boy believing in the fixity of the days
With the purity of joy only childhood could deliver
They had vowed to be ‘bestest friends’ forever

“Yes this would be the punishment” he thought with odium in his chest
“She deserves it for breaking my heart” Poetic justice at its best!
Without flinching he pushed the bowl off the table
A loud crash and sound of three breaking hearts, too quite to label

A few second of the goldfish flipping and a lifetime of qualm.
Then came the deafening silence, the most uneasy calm
Wide eyed he stood, too numb to take in the dismay,
Felt like a lifetime with the fish since the last may.

He tried to shout but he was choked by his own fear,
Eyes unable to see, vision hindered by a million tear.
What had he done! For he loved the fish too.
How much before this sombre moment he didn’t knew.

A life gone in a fit of rage,
A folly not justifiable for any age.
His heart pounding, he ran for a bottle for water.
Maybe she will come back and forget of her slaughter.

Too young to know that nothing comes back from the dead
No matter what you did or what you said.
Even back in the water she didn’t open her eyes.
“I know what you did!” said the walls, acting like Litchi’s spies

The walls were closing on him and room felt too small to hide.
They played hide-and-seek here, in this very room where her goldfish died!
How will he ever face her, he worried, thrown out his niche?
No he couldn’t, he wished he had died with her fish.

He always got his wish, is this why he became this way?
Litchi always humoured him or was he too difficult to sway?
He owned her. Litchi was his and his only!
A day away from he had felt very lonely.

Last year when she went on holiday, he had behaved like a brat
Angry at him, “I’ll be back soon” she had said, in the car as she sat
But for this she would never forgive him. “Go and never come back!”
He already heard her voice echoing as he saw light from the door crack.

Dragging his feet out of the house, he saw one last glimpse of Litchi’s face
“We should call him from his house, he would like to come along too”
She chirped and thanked her friend for getting fixed her punctured tyre
Like a ton of bricks it hit him, that he had set afire their friendship’s pyre

Crying he felt the sky revolving around him as he almost fainted.
He reached home and with his unending lonesomeness tried to get acquainted.
He was ready for boarding school he told his overjoyed dad,
And asked to be dropped to Grandpa’s, whom he always considered a bore.
Immediately his car left, drowning the sobs of a little girl,
Who ran behind the car hysterically crying their goldfish was no more!

The Devil's Advocate

In Russia when communist government declared that there will be nothing as Private Property and everything will be run by the government, they did point out that everything literally cannot be run by the government and there will be few a exceptions.

When someone asked like what? The first example they could think of was Restaurants.

Though running restaurants isn’t the world’s oldest profession but they have been there since time immemorial. They satisfy one of the man’s most basic needs – ‘Hunger’.

And here are the reasons why Restaurant business has really proliferated –

• You live alone and you can’t cook for yourself so whenever you feel hungry you head out to a Restaurant.
• You live alone and are tired of cooking for yourself so you head out to a Restaurant.
• You don’t live alone but you are you are bored of your wife’s food so you head out to a Restaurant.
• Or perhaps your wife is bored of cooking for you so she sends you out to a Restaurant so she can take a break.
• It can be that you are happily married and like your wife’s food very much and even she likes to cook for you but either you or her are out of town and you can’t stay without something as basic
• as food so you go to a Restaurant till she comes back. This is much more comfortable than going to your neighbour’s house.
• Or perhaps your friends dropped in and your wife cannot cook for everyone so you order from a Restaurant.
• Maybe she is too tired to cook for you tonight so you order from a Restaurant.
• Or it’s your birthday and you want to treat your friends so you take them to a Restaurant.
• Or perhaps it’s your anniversary and you want to treat your wife so you take her to a Restaurant.
• It could be possible that a hot new Thai restaurant opened in your city and you want to experience Thai food. You can never know it’s good or bad without tasting it.
• And it last it can be possible that your wife cooks very well and you like it very much and she’s ready to cook whenever you want to eat but she won’t cook non veg as she thinks it’s too filthy so whenever you feel like it you have to go to a Restaurant.

Now replace ‘food’ with ‘sex’, ‘Restaurant’ with ‘Prostitutes’, ‘cooking’ with ‘Fucking’, and make a few more appropriate changes. Then you’ll realize that why I think Prostitution should be legalized :-P
And that is the world’s oldest profession!

There are a million other reasons why it should be legalized, to save the prostitutes from the abuse of client and pimps, to promote safe sex, to increase the government’s tax kitty by legalizing the transaction etc etc... But I thought I’ll put down the most basic and (not so) common-sensical one.

P.S. - In common parlance, a devil's advocate is someone who takes a position he or she disagrees with for the sake of argument. This process can be used to test the quality of the original argument and identify weaknesses in its structure.

During the canonization process of the Roman Catholic Church the Devil's Advocate, is a canon lawyer appointed by Church authorities to argue against the canonization of the candidate. It served a useful role in ensuring that canonizations did not proceed without due care and hence the status of sainthood was not easily achieved.

Ten Commandments for a Road Trip

Thou shalt not believe your friends when they say the place is only 4 hours away. It always turns out to be more. For a good estimate always multiply the said time by 1.5.

Thou shalt not agree to ride pillion. Especially on a Pulsar 180. Otherwise you will soon be wishing for an ASS replacement surgery.

Thou shalt not listen when you friends say we will stop at the next Dhaba/Shop. They will always say that at the last Dhaba/Shop for the next one hour.

Thou shalt not carry a huge bag. You will end up carrying unnecessary stuff, what’s really needed you are going to forget anyway.

Thou shalt not stop at the FAMOUS Dhabas on the way. They will serve ordinary food, charge astronomical prices and will have Fat Aunties with their Fat Kids asking for Mineral Water and an A.C Section.

Thou shalt not calculate the remaining time by dividing the distance by your current speed. No matter what’s your top speed is the Indian Roads and Traffic will limit your Average Speed to 60.

Thou shalt not try to overtake a Speeding Haryana Roadways. There is no surer way to death, or atleast permanent disability.

Thou shalt always drive with a High Beam. So the other Idiots who are doing this in the opposite lane get a taste of their own medicine.

Thou shalt not take a road trip in a car with its windows rolled up. Then you are not part of the Frame. Anything you see out of your window is more T.V.

Thou shalt take a road trip. Only then you can truly understand the meaning of the word FREE !

Thank You For Smoking

The title is not original but my thoughts certainly are. Our very concerned, active and vociferous Health Minister (not anymore) Dr Anbumani Ramadoss declared a nationwide smoking ban sometime back.

According to the Government Notification you are prohibited to smoke in public places i.e. your office, Bus/Train stations, malls, restaurants, pubs and hookah bars. But you are however allowed to smoke on the roads. And all these days I thought that the roads were public place and your office wasn’t!

The second hand smoke that smokers puffed out was very harmful for non smokers and they were given this smoke without their wanting it. I’m sure the people who came to enjoy a smoke free environment in Hookah bars would be thrilled by this. After all Passive smoking is said to be as bad as active smoking if not more.

But Dr. Ramadoss was not totally inconsiderate to the poor smokers who are addicted to this poison by a deliberate ploy staged by the tobacco companies and by no fault of their own. They have been given a provision of having a smoking section inside Pubs/Bars/Clubs. Not only the guidelines for having a smoking section are incredibly easy to understand but very easy to follow too. Which has practically translated to 25 people smoking in a '6 X 6' room and enjoying first hand, second hand… tenth hand and god only knows what hand smoke. And if a non smoker goes there to give his smoker friend company he can enjoy it too without even paying for a single cigarette.

But the real genius of this whole ban is the part where people can smoke on the road. So we now have the entrances of Pubs/Clubs/Restaurants teeming with people who came out for a smoke. And trust me they are a sizable number. So they then can enjoy the first/second/tenth hand smoke out there, but it doesn’t stop here. They pass this enjoyment to the passers-by too on the street who did not have anything to do with the club.

It has been said the worst things in this world were done by people trying to make things better.

Latest I heard that they want to have a pictorial warning on the cigarette pack. Maybe somewhere they read that “A picture is worth a thousand words” and suddenly light dawned on Marble head. But in any case whoever thought they could educate the people about the ill effects of smoking from a cigarette pack must be a fucking genius, and not to forget that most cigarettes in India are sold loose, i.e. without the pack. So the only person getting educated might be the ‘Paanwala’ only. And after the millions of dollars cigarette companies spend on making the pack more attractive this stupid warning doesn’t stand a chance.

Also the fallacy lies in the fact that all the smokers are well aware of the ill effects. In fact according to a study most people over estimated the risks of smoking rather than under estimating it.

But the biggest blunder of this plan is the more unreachable and more ‘BAD’ they make cigarettes the more they will allure teens. And the biggest problem is teen smoking (by teen I mean here people around and below the age of nineteen/twenty and by adults somebody who is out of college and well settled). Most teens pick up smoking because of the ‘Adultness’ and ‘Badness’ of it. You remember that ad “With a cigarette in my hand I felt like a Man”? That’s as true today as it was true 15 years ago.

Most boys pick up smoking because they see their ‘role model’ the ‘macho guy’ the guy who has everything they don’t have but always wanted, smoking. And smoking is their easiest character trait to pick up. Or they do it to become a part of the ‘Cool Crowd’, all the ‘Cool’ people are doing it and they don’t wanna be left out.

And most Girls pick up smoking because they want to shatter the societal norms of ‘Good girls don’t smoke’ or they wanna be a part of the boys, ‘to be one of the guys’.

And who can deny the thrill of buying you cigarette, your heart beating, then sneaking it your room, lighting it when everyone’s sleep and sharing it with your best friend. You go to school/college the next day with your head high and an ‘all knowing smile’, everybody asks ‘I heard you smoked a cigarette last night! How was it? How did it feel like? Did you cough? Suddenly you are a celebrity!

Teen smoking is on the rise, while Adult smoking is steadily declining. That’s why companies like Zippo are coming up with Pens and Gas Lighters, because Adult smokers who buy their Cigarette lighters are declining.

The reason:

An Adult will never ask an another Adult to smoke but a Teen will. “Abey pee le! Ab tu to bada ho gaya. Le ek kash leke dekh.”

Anyways getting back to Skull and cross bones. What he, Dr. Ramadoss probably overlooked was that the biggest killer in this country is not tobacco; it ain’t drunken driving or cancer either. It’s obesity. That causes a myriad of problems. Heart Disease, Diabetes, High blood pressure etc etc. So I think obesity causing products must be the first to be adorned with Skull and cross bones.

I would love to see Amul Girl to be replaced with Skull and Cross bones on the Amul butter, Ronald to be replaced with Skeletor outside every McDonalds. A statutory warning on the Sign Board of every ‘Halwai’. “Warning – Eating samosas is injurious to health”
By now you must be wondering if I smoke or not. As much as I sound like Nick Naylor from the movie of the same name as the Title. I don’t. I hate passive smoking too. In fact I am clinically allergic to cigarette ash. But I would leave you with one of Voltaire’s quotes – “I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”

Things we lost in the fire

Guileless and clueless, freedom’s desire
But carrying your own weight can easily make you tire.
As we realized care was priceless,
One of the few things we lost in the fire.

Faith and friendship meet and greet,
Backstabbed and seen your faith misfire
Trust everyone to trust No one,
One of the few things we lost in the fire.

Fascination from Fireflies, shock from lies,
Amused from trinkets to Stone faced in dire
Astonishment and Disbelief
One of the few things we lost in the fire.

Warm handshakes to cold hugs,
From firm camaraderie to friendship for hire.
Amity and true friends,
One of the few things we lost in the fire.

Love and Value, Reverence and admire
From looking up to disgust and ire,
Respect for everyone to insolence for everyone
One of the few things we lost in the fire.

Unsuspecting fondness and Unconditional love
The eye for love’s labour lost was never drier.
Ardour and Pure heart,
One of the few things we lost in the fire.

The steel needs it furnace,
But we undervalued our Artlessness.
Innocence, oh my sweet innocence!
We lost a lot in the fire.

In Bangalore you are never far from

In Bangalore you are never far from –


A Bar –

Literally you are never far from a Bar in Bangalore. There always near you, and wherever you are in Bangalore) you can always walk to your nearest bar, and a good thing is they are open till 11.30 officially and, till around 2-3 unofficially (well a few of them at least, you just have to knock at the shutter and pass the money under it and magically a bottle of the liquor you wanted appears). But the best thing is the concept of ‘Standing Peg’, you can very well stand at the bar and have a peg then and there at the bar. You can get water, cold drink (soft drink actually, there is nothing cold about them), muudi, cucumber, and the all time favourite here ‘Achaar’ and ‘Rasam’ complimentary. They see activity from morning 9 o clock to night 11:30. If you are wondering who goes in a bar at morning 9 you should see the Autowallahs here, morning before they start their shift they stop over at a bar for a quick drink, and boy it is quick! They empty one whole quarter of cheap whisky in one glass, top up with water and gulp it down in one breath and go off to work (What was I doing at the bar at 9 o clock seeing this is a different story altogether).

The bar guy will be very happy to chat with you and even offer you his lunch if you are hanging around at that time and will say Hi the next time you see him. Unlike Delhi where the guy will ask – ‘Ke chaahe bhaai’ after you put the money in his hand or like Kota where they pass booze through a Iron grill.

A Bakery –

They are a good invention of Bangalore, and they offer nothing baked and most will not even have an oven. But they offer you a lot instead, bun samosa, bun butter jam, lime, tea, coffee and a myriad other things, that too very cheap and are a favourite hang outs of smokers. I have had many of my breakfasts, lunch and dinner at these bakeries.

Entire Generations (well, atleast entire college generations) grew up eating at these bakeries. They are the first choice everytime you get that small pang of hunger, though it's not uncommon for people to have their breakfast/lunch/dinner here.

They have come to my rescue to wheneover I wanted to eat after my regular night outs in exam time, as I like to say to myself that I used to study in night time in exams. We used to wait for the clock to strike 5 in the morning to have our dinner. Oh I forgot to tell you that these bakeries are open from morning 5 to night 11. And were (yes probably not so anymore) the favourite hangouts of our college people.
I sometimes think about franchising these and taking it to other cities ;-)


A Traffic Cop –


Omnipresent, Ubiquitous, Perennial are few of the Adjectives that can be used to describe them. Paunchy, Moustached and permanently hungry for money are the others. When I went to Goa the first thing I noticed was no Traffic Cops! Quite a change from Bangalore. Not only are they are at all Traffic lights (which are aplenty themselves) but they are in the middle of roads, at the start of turns, at end of flyovers, in the middle of nowhere actually. If you have a bike and also the habit of taking it out in the night you will very soon have a brush with them. And it doesn’t matter that you are guilty of any offence or not you will have to pay them something. You can be booked for not carrying DL, PUC, RC Book (Common terms for you if the cops keep catching you). Drunk driving or Jumping red light is hell. But if you didn’t do anything like that you will still be booked for something like not having ‘Chunni Guard’ (yes you heard me right), incorrect size of number plate, Noise Pollution, Dirty Rear Glass (in case of a car) or my personal favourite – Dangerous Driving, they can’t prove this is not important but more important is that you can’t disprove it.

Either way you have to give them some money. Though that probability decreases drastically if you know Kannada and can talk endlessly till they get bugged of you.


A Pub –

Don’t get me started on these. Bangalore has been aptly described as the Pub City and I have heard that Bangalore has most pubs in the country. But anyways I don’t wanna go and on about this but I will so I shut up here.










A Shop that sells ‘Hot Chips’ –

I have always wondered about how can keeps all their chips hot every time; but that’s immaterial right now. What is material is that they are everywhere in Bangalore, they are Bangalore’s counterparts to all the Namkeen shops in North. And they sell South Indian equivalent of Namkeens.

How many people actually eat these things is again a mystery to me.Because I have never seen a single customer at them. Except probably my friend Ashutosh who used to buy Banana chips from here to take it to Lucknow as a Delicacy from Bangalore.



Some sort of ‘Sagar’ –

There is a Shanthi Sagar, a Neel Sagar, a New Sagar and even a Blue Sagar here , and myriad of other Sagars here in Bangalore. They are South Indian Restaurants serving all types of cuisines actually (Udupi, North Indian, Chinese,Chaats, etc etc) but all with a South Indian touch. And of course a ‘Sagar’ in their name.
Most of them are the self service, quick eat, fast food type, but some them do have service.

But among those who do, they really have a commendable service. There are different people to take orders, to give orders, to bring food and to take food from your table and they are actually dress coded. And all in all they do have very fast if not courteous service.


Someone who is drinking coffee with an id tag around his neck –

Pretty self explanatory. Bangalore has lots of IT companies (big and small) which make it mandatory for their employees to wear ID Tags, and people here love coffee and hence the above sight.







Some ‘Andhra Style’ Restaurant –

Sometimes I wonder if they are more ‘Andhra Style’ restaurants in Bangalore then probably they are in Andhra Pradesh itself. But anyways they are aplenty in Bangalore, and every fifth Restaurant in Bangalore will turn out to be an ‘Andhra Style’ one. Biryanis aside they are a plenty of other Andhra food which is quite famous in Bangalore, mutton ghee roast, sholay kabab etc are a few of them. Why they are so much in Demand in Bangalore is still a mystery to me.




A ‘Cafe coffee day’ –

They are like bloody ‘Chaai kee thadi’ here in Bangalore.

They have built CCDs (Cafe Coffee Days) in every nook and corner of Bangalore. In busy places like MG Road they are like 5 of them. Sometimes you will have to wonder which CCD to go to; they are more than one which qualify for ‘the nearest’. There are CCDs, CCD Express, CCD Fresh & Ground and newest edition CCD Square. And they are Bangalore Junta’s favourite hangout.




And yes somebody from ‘Ramaiah’ –

Oh yes! From Nelamangla to Whitefield, from Bannerghtta to Devanahalli they are present everywhere. Wherever you go in Bangalore you can bump into them, whether you go to Discs, Pubs or late night eating Joints like Empire or whether it’s the Airport or the Railway station. They are in IT companies, in Ice Cream parlours, you can bump into them at Petrol Pumps, Queues at Multiplexes, and you name it, any part of Bangalore they are there.