Today was the last day Amrtha will be in the office while I'm here! We went out to eat in honour of the occasion. She introduced me to a restaurant on a rooftop (my favourite places in Bangalore have all been on rooftops- like Mocha and High Note) in Indiranagar called Herbs & Spice. Again, it was awesome decor and awesome food.
We split a pasta dish, and just chatted. We decided to do dessert elsewhere, especially because Herbs & Spice seemed to be out of all of their desserts! So we walked back to work. Later in the day, we went to Ben & Jerry's for ice cream! The serving sizes were perfect, a nice change from the super-sized US.
Amrtha explained to me the significance of the giraffe coaching signs that have been mystifying me everywhere! Have I mentioned these? Joanna and I keep stumbling upon these signs on people's driveway gates that say things like "NO PARKING: Giraffe Coaching, Call Us!". Well apparently it is not, as I had hoped, a coaching service for giraffes. It is just a regular coaching service, like tutors for academic subjects. No, but more interesting was the explanation of these signs to begin with. Apparently companies figured out it was the best way to advertise, to put these signs on people's driveway gates. Because the gates are private property, the city couldn't remove them. By including the 'no parking', the companies create an incentive for the homeowners to leave the signs up. And then (at least to me) it looks like the homeowners are personally endorsing the services of said company. Win win win win win.
I had an interview for a program on Skype at 6:30 India time, and planned to stay at work late to conduct the interview from the office. This plan made sense because Srikanta was going to leave early, or so I thought. Anyways, it turns out I no longer had enough money for an auto (having spent it all on ice cream) and Srikanta had not left early, so I opted to ride home with him once more.
I was not at all sure we would make it to Jayanagar in time for me to do the interview from home, but Srikanta took the mission to heart and raced me home. This was the first bike ride since the beginning where I really felt compelled to HOLD ON.
We whizzed through large puddles from yesterday's rain, had a number of close calls, and sped, wove, jumped all over the place until miraculously, there I was in front of the flat with 20 minutes to spare. So I sat in the back room and reveled in the rare use of skype, eating jalebi and dhokla and chatting wtih people all the way across the ocean at Dartmouth, who had no idea how adventurous my ride home had been.
We split a pasta dish, and just chatted. We decided to do dessert elsewhere, especially because Herbs & Spice seemed to be out of all of their desserts! So we walked back to work. Later in the day, we went to Ben & Jerry's for ice cream! The serving sizes were perfect, a nice change from the super-sized US.
Amrtha explained to me the significance of the giraffe coaching signs that have been mystifying me everywhere! Have I mentioned these? Joanna and I keep stumbling upon these signs on people's driveway gates that say things like "NO PARKING: Giraffe Coaching, Call Us!". Well apparently it is not, as I had hoped, a coaching service for giraffes. It is just a regular coaching service, like tutors for academic subjects. No, but more interesting was the explanation of these signs to begin with. Apparently companies figured out it was the best way to advertise, to put these signs on people's driveway gates. Because the gates are private property, the city couldn't remove them. By including the 'no parking', the companies create an incentive for the homeowners to leave the signs up. And then (at least to me) it looks like the homeowners are personally endorsing the services of said company. Win win win win win.
I had an interview for a program on Skype at 6:30 India time, and planned to stay at work late to conduct the interview from the office. This plan made sense because Srikanta was going to leave early, or so I thought. Anyways, it turns out I no longer had enough money for an auto (having spent it all on ice cream) and Srikanta had not left early, so I opted to ride home with him once more.
I was not at all sure we would make it to Jayanagar in time for me to do the interview from home, but Srikanta took the mission to heart and raced me home. This was the first bike ride since the beginning where I really felt compelled to HOLD ON.
We whizzed through large puddles from yesterday's rain, had a number of close calls, and sped, wove, jumped all over the place until miraculously, there I was in front of the flat with 20 minutes to spare. So I sat in the back room and reveled in the rare use of skype, eating jalebi and dhokla and chatting wtih people all the way across the ocean at Dartmouth, who had no idea how adventurous my ride home had been.
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