A Night on the Town

The evening in Bangalore added more excitement. After we took a rest in the hotel, we headed out to meet another co-worker who is actually from India. He is not from Bangalore, but from a place called Hyderabad. (Note this important fact for later). We meet him and his cousin, Shiva, ("Anna" aka "Brother") at the mall. My coworker, Bhanu, is what us Americans call a Mall Rat. He told me his spends his days off either on the couch watching TV or at the malls in Bangalore. This is a typical mall except the population in Bangalore is almost 7 million people. So you can imagine how packed the mall is with people. It is like nothing I have ever seen. Just a general note-if you are standing on line, everyone is packed up against you. They will even cut you if you don't pay attention. We ate at the food court. The food sucked. I don't think they have chickens here because every time I order chicken it sure doesn't taste like chicken. We go to a bar on MG Road (every city has an MG "Mahatma Ghandi" Road like Martin Luther King in US). The decision is for me to ride on the back on Bhanu's bike since the four of us cannot fit in the auto rickshaw. For future reference, if you want to stop traffic in Bangalore, put a Black Woman on the back of an Indian Man's motorcycle. The women already stare at me, but this time EVERYONE was staring. It was quite funny. After a while of riding on the back I finally asked "Are we lost"? The reply was no. Then shortly after, he says "We are lost". LOL. Shiva kept calling and I keep answering telling him that we are nearby. We finally meet the them at this place called simply "The Pub". I drank Kingfisher beer and listened to a mixture of music. I actually witness some guy singing "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me". Over drinks, we discussed classicism where in India it is openly called a "Caste" system. All of the information I learned in high school years ago, but it was interesting to learn from a person that lives it first hand. Because I have mentioned him by name I will not mention his Caste, but as you can figure out he is not of a lower Caste, as those people, unfortunately, would not be able to hold the type of job that he has or attend college as he has. The only difference in this classicism is that it is more difficult or nearly impossible to change your class, in the US, you can work hard to change your class and no one would know what it was before unless you tell them. The bars close promptly at 11pm, last call is 10:30pm. On the ride home, maybe it was the buzz from the beer, but I was greatly appreciating my life. After the beers, I finally was able to sleep the ENTIRE night, although I had some crazy dreams.