Hip Hob Habba

 Bangalore Habba has it’s continued events all over the city-over 300 events in total. I really wanted to participate everyday if I could…But I know I had to switch over to the NGO. I ended up sleeping late and then dropping off my laundry and eating at Vishnu garden-I love the consistency. I realize that my diet for the past month has been 95 percent vegetarian and I could care less… and I could just eat paneer dishes everyday-but that would be me looking to gain weight.  

I ordered a South Indian meal and the portions were gigantic. I usually have no problem finishing it, but this time it felt impossible. I just had to throw in the towel and give up. My favorite cashier is there I bargain with him to get the 80 ruppee price $1 even though it goes til 4pm and it is 4:30pm-of course he gives it to me. The end of the lunch hour-meal time is the worst time to come because it is just all the leftovers…booo. I still enjoyed it, but could barely finish it. I stopped to get some chai after- I am really getting into the Indian chai scene-trying different ones.  

I think India has come a long way after the pandemic as I notice hygiene is more of a priority and usually I would get a stomache ache from small Chai shops, but that has not been an issue-good job India😉 

I stopped by with all the Indian local men ordering and a Muslim man stands over a big pot of yellow looking egg nog. The local guy explains it is sweet buttermilk. He asks him to give me some to try. It definitely does have the sugar content of Eggnog. It was so sweet there was no way I would order a full glass. I ended up getting a Lemon ginger tea and he makes sure to tell the staff “No sugar.” 

 I swear the local Indian men always, always taking care of me and even women who try to be helpful, but score for Indian men speaking up, translating, helping me with directions, talking to me in a calm/kind manner- love it.  

I met this couple who lived down the street. They looked like they just woke up. They said they come here for chai everyday. They were just recently married. She is from Goa and he is from Bangalore. They said they are planning to have kids very soon and you could see how happy they were with each other-oh Indian sweet love. The guy at the tea shop is sweeping…. Perhaps this has not been mentioned. Everywhere I go or walk there are always people sweeping and it seems to be right into my direction… it is one of my huge pet peeves. I hold my tea and I look at him and shake my head. He smiles and does the head nod and I smile back…Indians can be doing the craziest, most annoying things, but when they give me that smile and head nod-it’s over. I just keep smiling and I can’t stay mad… 

I had told my host-friend that there was a Beethoven concert I wanted to attend. He said that he would come pick me up and we could go. He is quite scatter brained so I figured that I would be taking an E bike and heading there myself. He actually showed up in a nice sweater and loafers. I love staying up on the  3rd floor terrace and looking down waiting for someone to come. It is like a pretty woman scene. I am walking down the stairs in a black top, some decent makeup, and gold earrings and a black shawl. He has this big glowing smile on his face(only if I could get that smile from the right guy).  

He is nice looking, but very traditional and loves to talk down to women, controlling ways, and just totally clueless most of the time. He was driving on his new electronic bike (more like gliding)through the street. It is so comfortable- I love the wind in my hair and dodging through traffic. I was holding my phone and directing him(he should know the location), but he is trying his best to make it there on time(that was definitely very sweet). We got there 15 minutes late but it was great timing to see the concert. It was a pianist playing pieces of Beethoven’s and a British women sharing the history of his life and poems he wrote. She was fantastic and the pianist was good-something seemed a little off, but the pieces he did I was not very familiar with…but still very nice. 

We went off back to our area to share some chai. We finally get to have some real conversation about life, relationships, travel, and how I can never find a partner who wants to travel with me. He was separated 8 years ago and his daughter lives with his mother. He said he does not provide any money because she is independent and well off and doesn’t need it..hmmm 

He said that he had a girlfriend for 6 years and they had a great time enjoying life and traveling .They would go by motorcycle to Goa and stay on the beach, drinking just one on one  and swimming in the water..another romantic Indian love tale… 

He said that he is happy being single, wants to be free, and wants to travel to Europe. Honestly I think single is best for him as he is difficult to tolerate at times with the ignorant things he says and his total inability to listen and not focus on himself. I honestly think this was  a case of ADHD but I would never ask him that because his ego would be too big to identify a problem with himself and work on fixing it.  

This time we had lime tea, which was amazing… This was the best time we probably had with our communication and it was nice getting to know him better as a friend… 

Throughout meeting him, he would always grab my hand and smile-I think this was him responding to my cuteness at times like people pinching my cheeks or putting their hand over my head.   

Beethoven and SUFFERING  
Tormented his whol e life but a creative genius. Just wanting to be loved… 

Just wanting to be accepted…. 

Just wanting normal family members… 

Beethoven and I were really just meant to be… 

 

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