Chakravyuh in HSR Layout And they call it as Open Street

Since the day I came here to Bangalore, I knew the people here are a completely weird, quite miser and foolishly patriotic about their dialects and regions. But every day it finds a new way to amuse me. I haven’t imagined existing of such culture. These people don't have any sense of celebrating any festivals, standard of living, lacks delicious cuisines but they do talk about their culture and support their teams and hero with immense passion. And I just love to mock them on their red faces having helplessness.

        This IT city is completely dependent on the large crowd from outside south india. Its we people who can afford high rate BMTC volvo becoz V cannot travel along with sweaty scums in air tight filled non-ac buses making them profitable transport corporation in the country, pay high house/flat rents becoz we can not live in close boxes called PG where shit are being served on the name of north Indian dishes etc. When you are looking for a house on rent, landlords will raise eyebrows, turn up their noses when you tell them that you are bachelors or spinster but never hesitate in asking hefty money and on top of that expectations is like only 2 people should stay in 2BHK.

       Today's version is another stupendous act by people of HSR. And yes it is going to be memorable day of my life. I woke up early in the morning as per my standards, i.e. 10 am on weekends and freshened up. I asked Tharkie to get ready and finished my glass of milk by that tym. Today is day for my BIKE. Yes I planned to buy SUZUKI GIXXER SF. We took bumblebee ( Pulsor RS 200) out on HSR roads and figured out that children are playing cricket on 5th main, but we ignored the fact and moved ahead and then one policeman asked us to return as the roads are blocked today. We didn't get why does so ? So I jumped off from the bike and asked another policeman to which he replied that he is also new to this place and is not sure of why he is here. And then there came one aged local native bastard in between and started instigating other policeman  saying that, these people knows everything and acting as naive. He said its there in newspaper and news channels everywhere and u don't know whats happening in HSR. Me and Tharkie was like completely blank. What nonsense did this grumpy old man say. At that time, i really wanted to push that guy to ground & slap him and make him bleed. But controlled my emotions as he was elder to me and old too. We were cluelessly thinking why this main road is blocked. May be some marathon kind of stuff is planned on this route for which they might have broadcasted the plan in air in Kannada news channels. And as we don't know this language so we are unaware of this piece of information. So started finding alternate routes and figured out road blocks are every where. Everywhere same response from police. So we parked our bike aside and went to one fellow standing in security and enquired whether #ModiJi is paying visit today in HSR. Why there is so much drama. Then he removed the clouds over the mystery that today great people of HSR Layout has asked for vehicle-free zone. There  is an intiative of  OPEN STREETS in HSR.

Open Streets: What does it mean?

             Open Streets is an initiative to temporarily close streets to vehicular traffic so as to encourage citizens to walk, cycle, and use the streets for recreation. It has its roots in Ciclovía, where citizens of Bogota in Colombia blocked cars from a few streets in favour of runners, skaters and cyclists, on Sundays and public holidays. The Open Streets movement gathered momentum in the 2010s in the US and Canada, with several cities adopting vehicle-free days on certain streets.

              In India, Gurgaon has had its own version of Ciclovía called Raahgiri Day - every Sunday, a network of roads is closed temporarily to cars and opened for people. But here in HSR, Son of Rascals have requested  the government to block the complete HSR with no passage left for people with vehicle. Like a SQUARED PLANNING police was protecting all the posts and we became Arjun and Abhimanyu to get the passage through them. Its like curfew. Police vans are using loudspeaker to warn us and demanding us to move back at few places. As my bike is waiting for me, we have to done this. So we started wandering from one blocked street to another blocked street in order to find any loop hole or a polite and kind policeman. Finally we got success, we escaped to ORR, we compared the deals in two three showrooms, booked it in BTM and gave them token money with an assurance of delivery by Friday. Hence half and important work is done. 

                Now the new task was to get back into HSR along with bumblebee. We can’t left bumble bee anywhere like orpan when his owner is almost 3000 km  away in Ladakh. So we once again start searching for a place for successful intrusion. Everyone was abusing the administration for such a pathetic planned event. All the vehicle owners are cursing the system, that atleast few streets can be spared for easy movement. We have to bang our head from one street to another in search of flaw of service. And at one place we got kind hearted policeman, we requested him that we will drag the bumblebee till our house. And that’s how we figured out the way to our home.

It’s completely ridiculous, completely insane. Who organizes event like this creating chaos everywhere ? It can happen only in this city. So guys only I know how I broke the “Chakravyuh” twice in a day. Booking  my bike completely frazzled me. But yes in the end there was a satisfaction that the foundation stone for my bike has been laid. On a funny side, It like “Humne Gaadi kya li, mohalla me chakka Jaam ho gya” :P

Small Interesting World !!! - Part 2

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Till now i have discussed only one friend of mine and still two enthralling characters are left. Let me brief about them as well. 2nd one is Pundit(aka Despo) and 3rd one Tharkie. Often they are addressed as Jai-Veeru pair.  They did their graduation together. Both are incomplete without each other.

Despo : He was like "Jahan dekhi Naari, wahan aankh maari". Always keep proposal on his tongue like we keep visiting cards in our wallet. Already made a pass at girls during college time. There were girls whom he approached more than once. Shares his "Mann ki Baat" with his other half i.e. Tharkie.. Personality who has sound relationship with seniors/professors/managers. Very disciplined and follows his routine better than machine

Tharkie : He is the another cool guy in town. Couldn't stop himself & start dancing even on ringtones if someone pushes him a bit. His feet are quite irresistible to music beats and same way his thoughts or imaginations are unstoppable after looking a girl. Its like... " dil me tujhe bitha ke,kar lunga mein bandh aankhen or uske baad iska kaam shuru ho jata hai. Quite <geek/>. Thinks a lot before investing anything. Makes thing complex and too much concerned about health as if he is the only one who is going to be affected if any mishap happened to people on earth. You can find all kind of preventing meausres, syrups, tablets, protection kit, pills etc. Believes that his life could be in danger if he travels more than 100 km over bike but t accident might take place within 1 km. Very weird logic.There are other weird logics as well and everything is related to #Paisa in the end. 

So, why i kept the title of my post as " Small interesting world" is going to reveal now. One fine day,
unkil came back from office, Tharkie was having healthy diet less on carbs and oil. Unkill just entered and vomit out the thing he discussed over call  at noon. Its about his marriage proposal. And asked whether he knew about this girl. Unkill didn't recognize the girl by name when her mother told him that she did engineering along with him from same college, same batch, same stream. Poor mama's bouyy.. By the way all the protagonist in this version are from "Baniya" caste. And unkill parents are desperately looking for "Maaldaar" party. For which they have published their son's name in matrimonial newspaper of their caste. And they got call from this girl's dad. Unkill haven't noticed this girl during college time becoz he was busy playing the role of "Kandha" for other beauties of college. So he wasn't sure about this girl geography.

He(UnkilL) once asked again to tharkie whether he knows that girl. Tharkie had already went to nostalgia of college day after listening the name. And sudden coarse voice of our uncle brought him back to real time. And he started shouting my name. I was busy with my office work. I didn't want to go downstairs but i got a feeling that matter is captivating and i should go... so next minute i was lying on sofa. Tharkie told me that Unkil is asking about this girl.. I said ohkk... whats the matter we both knew this girl. Then he said " unkill ka rishta hai uske ghar se" And we were like "oh shit" how on earth that her parents found unkill.

She was the same girl whom our close friend Despo used to make a pass during college days. Was rejected twice by her. We used to tease him a lot with her name. she was the first rejection of Despo, and with that he didn't stop. After all life is all about next step. In the next semester he gave her time to like him & again made a unsuccessful attempt and then move to other blooming flower of college.
That first crush of Despo is about to fall in Unkill's bucket .And despo was unaware of this. We intimated unkill if he said yes to girl then "Despo se bura koi nhi hoga". Despo would make your life miserable. Unkill understood the situation but his earn to see this girl increases more now. Its becoz we told him that not only Despo but two other boys proposed the same girl during college days.. So uncle thought she must be a beauty and how she went unnoticed by him.

He went upstairs and quickly searched for that girl over facebook and then we both me and Tharkie looked uncle face and started laughing like never. Unkill was like how guys could run after this girl. She is  dusky, ugly, fiftiest shade of charcoal, dark knight rises, shadow, bla bla bla...few vulgar jargon for us for cooking this girl a hottie in his imagination and Lastly said I am ready to sacrifice this girl for my heartiest friend Despo. Immediately called her mother and instructed to first filter out the girl then only send their profile to him.

That was the small weird and interesting version of one night. And our every night is full of such storylines. :P :) Thanks for reading.