February 5th. An average saturday morning in Bangalore. Too boring eh? The following made this average day a not-so-boring day and pushed me to smatter some bits of it here. I had appreciated the people of Bangalore in my previous post (Humanity still exists). Here comes my not-so-good experience in the same city.
This is the name of a South Indian Restaurant in Jayanagar, Bangalore. I had noticed this place almost every day whilst coming back from work. Today, we thought of trying it out. We reached this place and our first impression was – ‘Hmm, the ambience is good enough… Quite a lot of people here… It should be a decent place.’ Well sometimes, the first impression is horribly wrong. It took them ages to deliver our order. The Place was not designed properly. Random furniture everywhere… The staff was delivering one person’s order to the other. The quantity of food was almost half of what they showed off as displays. And the place is expensive!
Amazed as I was, I asked a few people over there if they were regulars. Turns out, all of them were visiting the place for the first time and were disappointed by the place.
I don’t know if something was wrong for them today, but I am not eating at this place again. Ever.
Only Kannada! I won’t Speak Hindi!
Next, we boarded a bus and my friend asked the conductor to give us tickets for the stop which was at distance of 1 km. We were expecting a charge of Rs. 4 per head. The smart fellow, with no delays, snapped 3 tickets of Rs. 6 and handed them to us. As expected, my friend told him that it should be Rs. 4 per head. And the conductor blasts off saying that we are trying to cheat him by taking the ticket for the wrong stop. We continue to ask for the right ticket and the conductor kept arguing with us giving absurd reasons and blaming it all on us. All this while, we were arguing in Hindi. Then suddenly he says, ‘Main Hindi mein baat nahi karega. Kannada mein bolo…. (plus some random words in kannada)..’ (I won’t talk in Hindi, talk to me in Kannada.. and then starts shouting in Kannada). Since we did not know Kannada, we kept talking in Hindi and explaining him our point. But this crazy fellow would just not listen. When my friend muttered ‘Stupid’, this crazy conductor retaliated by threatening us that he will hit us.
What could we do? We noted down the Bus number and will possibly complain to the Bus Depot. The complaint won’t affect him in any way. Nothing is gonna change some crazy people.
Here’s a hefty discount.
While walking in BTM layout we came across a woman selling books on the footpath. So, my friend picked up a book he wanted to buy. When he asked the price the woman initially asked for more money than the MRP. Then, on asking her if she was joking, she quoted a price 50% of MRP. We tried bargaining some more to which she replied,
‘Main aapko MRP pe 50% discount de rahi hun.. isse jyada discount nahi dungi.’
(I am already giving you a 50% discount on MRP. I won’t give it to you at a lower price.)
This is as if she is selling us the original stuff. And if she is, Flipkart and similar firms must definitely approach her for some great deals.
Not a regular at CCD anymore.
Yes, that is what I feel after today’s cappuccino grande at CCD. The quantity which was served was the same as the regular. When we talked to the manager, we were told that the cup only looked of the same quantity but actually was larger than the regular and that this was a recent change. Well I don’t know if these are cups with some hidden storage capacity or something. If it is, I want one too!
Well, things happen for a reason. Some to show the essence of other things, some to bring your attention to the reality and some to make even the most average things seem wonderful. Choose whichever you want.