India Calling is getting better and better. I talked about it at work today and my colleagues had a different opinion. Apparently the book doesn't market well to an audience of people who have lived in India for their entire lives, but as an Indian raised in America, so far it resonates with me.
Work is going well and I love it as usual, but there aren't any thrilling exploits to report from today so I'll skip to the end. I went back to the fruit stand nearby with three of my colleagues and this time opted for mango, a syrupy sweet juice (without ice or water!) that tasted delicious to me, but according to the others, was not Alphonso (the best mango).
Jo had blitzed me during the day about going to see The Lincoln Lawyer at Forum (a local mall). I was so excited to go see a movie in Bangalore, but when I got home Nani was wholeheartedly opposed to us going at night. Apparently it would be impossible to get an auto home after the movie. Shruthi verified this.
Jo, Nani and I headed out to the tailor in Gandhi Bazaar to get our clothes altered (finally!) and had so much trouble getting an auto to take us there that we were glad we had been talked out of the movie. We finally convinced a grouchy driver to take us there for twenty rupees each way.
The tailor is the same one I've been going to for years, operating his business in a little hole in the wall down a flight of stairs in a corner of Gandhi Bazaar. He took rapid measurements and made indecipherable marks on all of the clothing we gave him, the sort that gave you no confidence anything would turn out as you hoped. But my experience with these tailors assures me the work will be marvellous. And so cheap, to get your clothing fitted to you!!
The tailor himself did have some questionable fashion sense and I tried to get a picture without being obvious. You can't really see the remarkably tight and high fit of the pants, but the picture turned out looking awkward enough to merit showing.
On the schedule is (hopefully) a trip to Mysore soon, a definite trip to Goa (tickets booked!) and a little excursion to go see a play at the nearby theatre Ranga Shankara!
Work is going well and I love it as usual, but there aren't any thrilling exploits to report from today so I'll skip to the end. I went back to the fruit stand nearby with three of my colleagues and this time opted for mango, a syrupy sweet juice (without ice or water!) that tasted delicious to me, but according to the others, was not Alphonso (the best mango).
Jo had blitzed me during the day about going to see The Lincoln Lawyer at Forum (a local mall). I was so excited to go see a movie in Bangalore, but when I got home Nani was wholeheartedly opposed to us going at night. Apparently it would be impossible to get an auto home after the movie. Shruthi verified this.
Jo, Nani and I headed out to the tailor in Gandhi Bazaar to get our clothes altered (finally!) and had so much trouble getting an auto to take us there that we were glad we had been talked out of the movie. We finally convinced a grouchy driver to take us there for twenty rupees each way.
The tailor is the same one I've been going to for years, operating his business in a little hole in the wall down a flight of stairs in a corner of Gandhi Bazaar. He took rapid measurements and made indecipherable marks on all of the clothing we gave him, the sort that gave you no confidence anything would turn out as you hoped. But my experience with these tailors assures me the work will be marvellous. And so cheap, to get your clothing fitted to you!!
The tailor himself did have some questionable fashion sense and I tried to get a picture without being obvious. You can't really see the remarkably tight and high fit of the pants, but the picture turned out looking awkward enough to merit showing.
On the schedule is (hopefully) a trip to Mysore soon, a definite trip to Goa (tickets booked!) and a little excursion to go see a play at the nearby theatre Ranga Shankara!
Mysore, Goa, Ranga Shankara! Yeah!! Nani gives good advice - listen well - no autos at night...
ReplyDeleteAm sure the "Darzi" is not too thrilled about his unflattering photos in the www.Call Vasantha before you go to Mysore.One of her daughters lives there.
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