There’s been a few thing happening. I think I’ve mentioned before how I love some things about adulthood. The rules of accepted etiquette make it extremely simple to interact with people and be social, compared to the maelstrom of adolescence where everything is unclear and some people are adults and some are not and you’re not sure about exactly what you’re supposed to do in a given situation in terms of how to respond and what level of initiative might be required.
I’ve got this smell in my nose. An awfully strong smell that makes periodical appearances whenever a blockade of a nostril occurs. And so it is in this case. Reminds me of the times spent playing GTA Advance, during which time I suffered from a similarly malfunctioning olfactory system as well.
EZEKIEL M-F-R! DO YOU KNOW IT!
One of the more horrible parts of adulthood is the set of requirements for enjoyment and celebration. Pretension seems to be one of the main ingredients, which is wholly annoying. Is it the pretension that requires alcohol, or does one breed the other? Not something to figure out today.
I will never like Delhi more than Bangalore. But i will concede that the former has got one thing over the latter. Bangalore is a hell of a lot more pretentious, make no mistake. Only in Bangalore will you find a guy bothered by a beggar building up the intention and putting in extra effort to scream “Fuck off” at him. Or indeed have a group of four people stop dead in their tracks when splashed on by a car on a moving puddle to shout — and compete with each other in increasingly hysterical tones — about how each of their pants was spoiled worse than the others’. Atleast in Delhi the reaction in that scenario is one I’d more heartily relate to: no doubt it’d be a terrific scream of “SAALE BHENCHODH” and perhaps other colourful additions in a similar vein.
The culture permeates to the cafes as well. Now look, I’m a fan of good design. It’s great when things look good, and when a place has a vibe or a theme completely pulled off. What borders on absolutely ridiculous however, is when these guys willingly choose to compromise on comfort or practicality in the pursuit of… good design? It can’t really qualify as ‘good design’ when the purpose of the object being designed is no longer served, can it? Form and function are supposed to go hand in hand. Which is why you don’t try to make a chair out of uneven and irregularly arranged strips of stone (Ants cafe), and also why you don’t replace a washroom mirror with smaller ones a face’s size each and place them in weird spots so that a guy can’t see his face in it when he’s standing in front of the wash basin (Church Street Social). Props to both places for other elements though – the paper cups were an interesting touch, as were the actual ants on the table (?) as was the menu box made of wooden rulers. Alas, the music played at grungy establishments like the latter will not suit my taste for this lifetime, I fear.