Post Friday led primary class, the three of us rode the high all the way to Bangalore. It was an impulse trip for sure. We had big dreams of kinda posh hotels, tasty "fusion" meals, shopping and dropping, but not after tearing up a dance floor with a mixed drink in hand.
Some of that happened.
We took the train. Second class. It started alright and we were in good spirits until we figured out that this was not the express and how 3 plus hours really makes your tailbone feel. But we would not be deterred. We landed in Bangalore frazzled and fabulous. "Take us shopping". Take us to a hotel. Take us for food and coffee and toilet...but not in that particular order.
I had never really been in Bangalore before. It is known as a big ugly techie city. And so it was. Loads of shopping. Overpriced kind of nice hotels. We opted for cheap bed and nice clothes/meal. But not before we were completely rained out with one umbrella and no change of clothes.
After checking into the hotel, we "freshened up" for five minutes and headed out for eats. A drunken rickshaw ride later we found ourselves in the middle of nowhere with no restaurants, pedestrians, or hope--only traffic and rain and huge puddles for us to step in. Somehow we decided to go into an office building and to our surprise discovered that it also housed a Japanese restaurant which turned out to be one of the best meals I have ever had in my life. It was positively orgasmic. The night ended with fashion TV in bed and a glass of wine each.
The next day was just as wild and the never ending ride back was something one will always look back on with a smile yet never want to relive.
Back home, I sanitized everything and watched Lions for Lambs. Surprisingly good.
This morning I woke up with achy train/rain body but headed to class anyway of course...
And I got pincha mayurasana!
Some of that happened.
We took the train. Second class. It started alright and we were in good spirits until we figured out that this was not the express and how 3 plus hours really makes your tailbone feel. But we would not be deterred. We landed in Bangalore frazzled and fabulous. "Take us shopping". Take us to a hotel. Take us for food and coffee and toilet...but not in that particular order.
I had never really been in Bangalore before. It is known as a big ugly techie city. And so it was. Loads of shopping. Overpriced kind of nice hotels. We opted for cheap bed and nice clothes/meal. But not before we were completely rained out with one umbrella and no change of clothes.
After checking into the hotel, we "freshened up" for five minutes and headed out for eats. A drunken rickshaw ride later we found ourselves in the middle of nowhere with no restaurants, pedestrians, or hope--only traffic and rain and huge puddles for us to step in. Somehow we decided to go into an office building and to our surprise discovered that it also housed a Japanese restaurant which turned out to be one of the best meals I have ever had in my life. It was positively orgasmic. The night ended with fashion TV in bed and a glass of wine each.
The next day was just as wild and the never ending ride back was something one will always look back on with a smile yet never want to relive.
Back home, I sanitized everything and watched Lions for Lambs. Surprisingly good.
This morning I woke up with achy train/rain body but headed to class anyway of course...
And I got pincha mayurasana!
Hi Elise,
ReplyDeleteYour last couple of blogs have stirred up some thoughs and memories. The law of diminishing returns definately describes my MBA and post-MBA lives. But I'm glad I did both because now I know. The things drawing me now are moving to an ashram in India and eventually living in a cave. Seriously. So thanks for the food for thought.
Nathan
p.s. I'm back to doing standups after wheel.
but the thing is to not move into a cave and hide. i just had this long talk with roomies about what to do if mccain wins. do we just stay in mysore? but thats just it--the world needs people like us to be making a positive impact. it needs people that are trying to live conscious, ethical, idealistic lives.
ReplyDeleteback to wheel--that's great!