Rejoicing about Church Street Delights

While picking up coffee of the vending machine at work, the trinity, the three indian's working in the department, ran up a conversation on the gourmet delights of Bangalore. To be noted is that each of us were from a different generation, yet, views converged rapidly to the conclusion that food and pub connoisseur's can find no place better than Bangalore, sheer world class. I views this is to do with the cosmopolitan nature of the city and its natives, which cries loud even in the din and commotion of its present, for those who can still hear it. In a short time, we walked through Church street, covering the delicacies served at Coconut Grove and the late night Biryani's at Empire. Not left far behind were Pico's (forget the spelling amidst the American lingual intervention of these years) and Tavern. Alas, time ran out and each of us headed back to our desks with lingering memories and with a angst on the choices that led us away from paradise.

Clinging on to these thoughts, I headed out last evening on Walnut street, the weather matching the usual degrees Celsius at Bangalore. The lighted streets and wavy crowd simmering up the break from otherwise a bleak and harsh winter. Then, in a moment of epiphany, I could see the streets cross, and why this city has been hard to leave.