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Siteuuu!
Everyone in Bangalore knows that the site business is the most valuable business ever. Around every corner, in every little ‘Darshini‘ , you would hear talk of BBMP (which, to give it its full exalted name is the Brihan Bengaluru Mahanagar Palike. Keep your ears open, and all you will hear is of the engineers there, and of the best way to get something sanctioned. And, indeed, in a popular Basavangudi restaurant, the management had put up a board requesting patrons to refrain from site-talk, but, of course no one cared, and over a “by-two” coffee or two, deals were discussed for hours on end.
Stories written and narrated by K M Chandrashekaran
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The compleat Agony Aunt
He climbed up the rock easily. After all, he was still young and fit, so this was no surprise. From the top of the rock in Lalbagh, you can see quite a distance. You could, if your eyes were good enough, even spot the Vidhana Soudha. But there were lots of high-rise buildings too, and you had to squint and strain your eyes a bit to see that landmark. This walk to the park and breakfast thereafter at MTR was the highlight of his day.
Stories written and narrated by K M Chandrashekaran
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AKKAMMA
You have probably seen the band-stand at Lalbagh many times. This is a small gazebo that could at best hold five or six performers at a time. Get to the Glass House, turn West, and walk down the steps and you will get to it. On the old days- that is before TV, before mobile phones and the like- this band-stand was the scene for live performances, every Sunday evening. Usually, the band would be uniformed members of the police, and they would play western music. There would be a motley crowd of listeners, and with the dim lights of the park lit up as the evening wore down, there would be an air of enchantment around.
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“When things went awry…”
Vishwa’s dreams were intense, and colourful, not in black-and-white. But when things went awry in his dreams, he invariably woke up, even if it was only 3 o ‘clock in the morning. The things that happened in his dreams! Sometimes it would be a train that he had missed, or an exam that he hadn’t studied for, or forgotten about, or a walk down a steep, dark flight of stairs that seemed to lead nowhere…
Stories written and narrated by K M Chandrashekaran
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The Chanter
If you enter Lalbagh from the West gate – the gate that opens out onto National College and the Basavangadi area – and walk straight, past the roundabout and the fossil thats on display, you get to the clump of bamboos, which once housed a troop of monkeys. To the right is the steep flight of worn stone steps that leads up to the lake, and to the left is the road that goes on to the rose-garden. Keep walking straight-not turning to the left nor climbing up the steps to the lake, and you will hit a steep incline which leads up to the children’s’ maze.
Stories written and narrated by K M Chandrashekaran
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Corporate Ladders and…. snakes
If you were walking in Lalbagh in early September, on a Saturday morning, you would have spotted a bunch of people congregate around the roundabout just inside Lalbagh, near the West Gate of the park. Not surprising you might say -people gather around all the time in Lalbagh. But this group was different- all of them were dressed identically, which is to say that all of them wore the same T-shirt – bearing the proud name ‘EXITE Technologies – , and used the same brand of shoes, and all of them had their smart watches strapped on. There were perhaps about ten of them, and they seemed to be waiting for someone.
Stories written and narrated by K M Chandrashekaran