Friday, we decided to meet up with Aaditya, another Dartmouth 13 in Bangalore for the term. He came by the apartment around 730 on his scooter and followed our auto to a place very near Rangashankara, a sort of bar/restaurant in a fancy looking hotel where the other big event of the night was some little girl's birthday party (advertised with a large self-standing poster in the lobby!).
The decor was very modern, with slow low lights and white pod-like chairs all sort of turned towards a screen projecting the cricket match and some very large speakers blaring in our ears. We chatted about Dartmouth and Bangalore. Aaditya is working for a small and innovative advertising firm that helps make national advertising local and affordable for clients. He's doing the programming, and says it's a lot of work but interesting.
Sometimes it is nice to just hear another person talk about Bangalore, it strangely legitimizes our experiences, makes them seem more real and less odd, I guess. But for Aaditya it's very different because he has grown up here.
After our chatting, I started calling cabs. I've amassed quite a list of cab companies whose drivers are familiar with either me or my family and it has been very useful! Tonight, however, it wasn't. They were all busy, unavailable or unwilling to come to JP Nagar. Out of options, we took a brief three person ride on Aaditya's scooter up to the main road, where we stood on the curb and tried to find an auto to take us home. He finally found one that would take us for a heightened rate, and we consented.
The decor was very modern, with slow low lights and white pod-like chairs all sort of turned towards a screen projecting the cricket match and some very large speakers blaring in our ears. We chatted about Dartmouth and Bangalore. Aaditya is working for a small and innovative advertising firm that helps make national advertising local and affordable for clients. He's doing the programming, and says it's a lot of work but interesting.
Sometimes it is nice to just hear another person talk about Bangalore, it strangely legitimizes our experiences, makes them seem more real and less odd, I guess. But for Aaditya it's very different because he has grown up here.
After our chatting, I started calling cabs. I've amassed quite a list of cab companies whose drivers are familiar with either me or my family and it has been very useful! Tonight, however, it wasn't. They were all busy, unavailable or unwilling to come to JP Nagar. Out of options, we took a brief three person ride on Aaditya's scooter up to the main road, where we stood on the curb and tried to find an auto to take us home. He finally found one that would take us for a heightened rate, and we consented.
we really should have crashed that girl's birthday party.
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