I miss Bangalore. One of our friends is over there right now and I wish I could switch places with him. In spite of days of hostile hostel conditions, air n' noise pollution, peopleanimalscarsbusesbikesautos on the streets, no television, and not-quite-so-American burgers from a place called Stars and Stripes, I loved the place. I know the essence of "my" Bangalore is not the place itself but the people I met and the things I did there. The place triggers a lot of memories... but I know it can never be the same again....
I do miss Bangalore--the place, but I suppose I miss "my" Bangalore even more.
Yesterday A.A and I went to mini India on Highway 3 and we ended up buying Mehendi. We put it on our hands. It's funny how a lot of people know what a mehendi "tattoo" is now. When I was in high school people were like "What the hell happened to your hand?!" like you were some kind of I-draw-on-my-hand-when-I'm-bored-freak. I guess being Desi is in nowadays. Exoticism commodified as my professor would say. It's kind of weird now but what happens when we start going out of style? Is fashion-related recognition of our culture the height of societal acceptance and inclusion? What do you guys think?
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