and, it was a long one for me – first, the train from kerala to bangalore was more than an hour late. then, indian railways gave me the run around at Bangalore City Railway Station to get my dad’s motorcycle, which I had shipped from Kerala. To make things worse, I found out soon after I got the bike that a number of lights were broken.
Just when I thought the day couldn’t get anymore exciting, I got into a fender bender – literally – on the way to my apt. An SUV hit my motorcycle, which then rammed into a parked SUV. The guy who hit me was soon signaled off the scene by the flash mob of locals who assembled. The driver of the SUV I hit demanded Rs. 1000. By luck and a clever bit of acting – pretending to be the poor student from kerala who had just moved to Bangalore, I got off the hook by just paying Rs. 300. They even helped fix the mud guard, which had bent inwards preventing the front wheel from moving. Good thing I hadn’t fixed the railway-broken lights already. Total cost of fixing those in the end – Rs. 200. Lesson learned: speaking only Malayalam, and especially not speaking any Hindi, while seeming to be an unfortunate soul can go a long way in Bangalore. And, never, ever, speak with an American accent in these situations…
Today was one of those days – long, but satisfying:
- did some SQLing in the morning to get some data ready for an upcoming conference
- put together a presentation (based on some statistical analysis I had done over the last three weeks) for a meeting with the BIG boss tomorrow
- coordinated with vendors to identify a bug in our test software and then put in a fix
- helped out a colleague with some last minute data needs
- and, finally worked on a strategy document for data management/retrieval practices for sub-entities
Finally, a good night out in Bangalore – outdoor bar, no overpriced drinks, no Indian-on-Indian discrimination to get on the dance floor, and karaoke with Americans:
And, the cruel irony of seeing French people – the connoisseurs of good cuisine – eat frito lays sandwiches (on white American bread).
5/27 – 6/5: To catch up with friends, lose my tan, walk down Killian Court, and be at Fenway
Today, I woke up at 6 am and rode a motorcycle about 70 km for breakfast. It was pretty darn good to say the least:
After breakfast I turned around and rode another 60 km to Banneghatta National Park. While there, I went on a safari, and saw a few sights.
I wasn’t very hungry for lunch. So I had this..
The ride was not too bad either. I went on multi-lane highways and unpaved roads.
And, back to the apartment (about 40 km) to do some work by 4:30.