I guess namma citizens in Bengaluru are happy. “At last I am back where I belong, in the traffic jam.” The waits at signals are getting longer, the city is getting back to norma.
silicon social distancing in traffic – solpa adjust maadi Saar (please adjust Sir).
Guess citizens in Bengaluru must have heard a loud bang around 1:30PM. Earthquake? Sonic boom?
Hmmm, methinks it is 20 lakh crore coronas crashing down. Naavu athmanirbhar.
The effects of lock-down on driving in namma city” – A #sillycon analysis
Hmmm, seems like namma sillyconCity needed a drink. The traffic is back. The city of pubs dried and shrivelled during the dry spell of 40 days. When the liquor shops opened, after a long wait and generous swigs, the vehicles are back!
New record created today. To silk board and back from ITPL road in 30 minutes by car. Our roads are on 5G, super no?
During festivals, small temples in my area setup wooden pole queuing systems to manage crowds. The same was visible outside a liquor shop near my office in nama city. Now I understand God and Spirit are accorded the same respect.
Festival times in namma sillyconCity.
After many of weeks of working from home, this Monday is just right for drinking at office(or home). Long lines at 8:30AM today morning outside liquor shops in namma city. All in a line maintaining absolute discipline, beautifully socially distanced and waiting with a zen-line patience.
In these Covid19 times, I see a lot of people on bikes riding without helmet, be it the rider or pillion. When I asked one of them as to why he was wearing head protection, he looked straight at me and said “Mask idhey-alva-na Saar” (“Mask is there no, Sir”).
Super smart no, a gem of namma sillyconCity.
When lockdown happened, Bengaluru became Bangalore. Peaceful, lazy, quiet roads, cool breeze, swaying trees, gaily flowers, ‘aaram’, just like how it was when when I was a young lad. Missed the big circles and tongas though.
Bengaluru, we will wake up now. I hope you have rejuvenated well, for we will come back with a vengeance. Sorry.
Having come to Bangalore in 1973, when people were gentle and peaceful, I was keen on the centurion #sillyconCity micro-story to be a one on hope, rather than sharp sarcasm. Of course there is gentle sarcasm here, but I guess the overarching philosophy is greater!
Enjoy the double – a gentle uplifting #sillyconCity micro-story and a poem!