The big move

So finally, after looking at over 34 apartments, houses, holes-in-the-wall - I've finally moved into a nice-ish 2 bedroom in Indiranagar. The area reminds me of Bandra in Bombay - IF Bandra's Mac aunties metamorphosized into rich Telegu aunties and IF the lingua franca were less "What men bugger" and more "That only macha".

Shopping has pretty much drained the wallet. Who knew beds were this expensive! Finally ended up buying one from this Marathi designer called Ekbote (One-fingered) which I thought was quite appropriate given certain proclivities I enjoy. Figured I'm incredibly immature at times - like when I collapsed into fits of giggles when the salesman told me I can either have 5" or 6" on my bed (He meant mattress thickness I'm sure..). Who knows! With my new "have place" check on eligibility, I might actually start using this bed soon. Atleast, I can only hope.

Bangalore continues to grate. A flying visit to Bombay for the weekend only served to emphasize the gap between the two cities. I love Bangalore's weather and choice of continental food. For almost everything else - Bombay rulez. The rickshaw driver who dropped me home from the airport in Bombay actually gave me exact change in return and didn't demand a rupee more - I'm waiting for the day this happens to me in Bangalore...Plus, I miss Hawaiian Shack dearly...and my friends who - though they hate the Shack with a passion - will still come all the way to Bandra to party with me there. Compare that to Bangalore, where even getting someone to agree to have a coffee at somewhere mid way is akin to pulling teeth.

Ah well, I whine a bit sometimes. Am trying hard to look at this as a new adventure. I've already roped in 3 other ex-Bombay folk who meet up and talk about clubbing till 1.30 am and holding hands in public. That sorta thing.

Meanwhile, the quest to get a friend in bangalore continues. The Dashing Dentist - who you might remember from a previous post - called. Did I miss him, he ventured to ask. Well, seeing as I was stood up the last time I was to meet him, not very much. Do I want to sleep with him, he continued. Conflicting issues raged in my head - he was dashing, intelligent and rich - and I am poor and OH MY GOD so horny.
Pride won though. No thanks, I'm not looking for that - I lied through my teeth (ironic - seeing I was talking to a dentist).

Now I walk around with blue balls and no date in the far distance.

At first I was afraid, I was petrified...