Saturday, the 8th, was a crazy day – actually, the afternoon was crazy. I left home with some relatives for the first birthday party of a second cousin’s kid (see, that’s crazy enough), and to our bad luck, we got stuck in the second worst traffic jam in the history of Bangalore (the first being on Monday the 17th) due to repair work undertaken by the civic authorities at Brigade Road junction. So bad was the traffic pile up that it took us all of 2 hours to cover a little over 2 KM, I kid you not! We left home at 12 and got to another relatives place at 2, instead of 12:15 or 12:20, and we still had another 12 KM to go. So I got off and said I’m walking back home, and asked the rest to continue.
Since I hadn’t had lunch, I stepped into a new favourite restaurant of mine called ‘The Egg Factory’. It wasn’t too crowded (it’s a new place, so not too many know about it yet) and I managed to get myself a nice table by the window and was taking my time with the menu for several reasons: – its got some fascinating ’stories’ about the food, and a whole lot of dishes to choose from. After ordering a lime soda, I started going through the menu to decide what I’d be eating. I noticed that there were a couple of tables that had couples sitting there, while a few other tables had families and one group just concentrating on the food. At different points in time, I noticed a few people from different tables kept turning over and looking at me, and finally when my food arrived, the turning and glancing came one last time, almost in disbelief I might say, and finally died out. Thankfully, it ended there, but only because the owner of the place, someone I’ve gotten to know, came down and sat with me for a chat. Continue Reading
