Eating Bangalore

This city is

The taste of Glucose biscuits and Nandini milk
crushed to a malt and spooned clean as a sweet.

Mornings begin here

With coffee and tea drunk in ten minute intervals
Before idlis and vadas and sambhar and chutney
are clicked at with two spoons.

Or the potato palya with translucent onions
red chutney and green chutney
to decorate the paling dosa buttered as a toast.

Tiffin paves way for a mid-morning drink
Horlicks, tea, coffee,
the adventureres sneak in a smoke.

This city is

Thili saaru, that in Windsor Manor gets named clear lentil soup,
with beans palya, steaming hot rice, and ghee dolloped in as a treat.

Afternoon teems

with carts of food at street corners
frying meat and steaming rice, biryanis, and meals
Full and plate – rounded laddos and kesari baath from the mornings.

You hear the crunch of happala sandige and
the loch-loch of tongues slurping mudde saaru
in spite of the traffic jams.

Tiffin at tea time gets posh here
Sandwiches, juices, even a croissant
the knowing lament the loss of cutlets.

This city is
Stale popcorn at PVR, bhel puri, kadlekaai, and churmuri in cheap movie halls
Paav bhaji and chaat with a healthy dose of curry leaves.

Dinner signals

with mixers grinding and cookers hushing
TV noises in warm homes as children roll misshapen chapatis
and slurp avarekaalu hitikidabele saaru.

pizzas on fun days
where even Coke is allowed and topped off
with a hot chocolate fudge at Corner House.

Ends with an Empire roll after beer, peanut masala, and corn on a cob.
fancy dates with Sula or Grover wine and pasta
the lovers linger in Coffee Days and Costas.

This city has

Treats for every palette, delicacies from every land
Vegan cafes, multi-cuisines, even forbidden Camel meat.

This city is

Bangalore, Bunglore, Bengalooru
A city named for baked beans.

Written for a prompt in the BWW: Poetry (Classic) as a Sunflower. I was craving, can you tell? And WordPress is an ass for not allowing formatting. 

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About Bhumika's Boudoir

I love to laugh, and end up being a part of high drama and stormy emotion even when I don't pursue it. Being creative, and communicating with people get me going. I enjoy all the good things in life especially those that are slightly risque, and apologise little, if ever, for all that I do. Literature is a passion and so is music.
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5 Responses to Eating Bangalore

  1. payal98 says:

    Loved this!

    Like

  2. Rati says:

    Aah! Just perfect! It actually made me homesick, you silly girl. When are you getting this published in a Stories about Bangalore Anthology?

    Like

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