“Shoba, you need to be on the back page of Outlook,” said the voice on the phone. “Have a look.”
I like “Diary” pages because they imply casual writing. This took a few iterations however.
The main dissonance was that I remain an optimist about Bangalore. The first draft was sunny, exuberant even. Thankfully, Krishna, my editor, gently suggested that I add a caveat. Hence the “unliveable” city quote, which, as it turns out is how many Bangalore papers are describing this city.
For ‘transplanted’ Bangaloreans like me, who love the city’s grace, gentility and gunpowder laced dosas, the big fear is where the IT explosion is going to end up. There are periodic reports that call it a “dead” city, a claim that 8.5 million of its residents live to refute. Others—mostly jealous Northerners—call it “unlivable”. To paraphrase Bill Clinton, it depends on what your definition of unlivable is.
One area offering a ray of hope amidst such ‘accusations’, is the revival of Bangalore’s lakes. As ecologist Harini Nagendra’s book, Nature in the City, points out, Bangalore’s tree cover has increased but the number of its lakes has decreased. This is changing, and not a moment too soon. Last year, Varthur Lake was covered, not with dancing water lilies but with soapy detergent rising like froth above the water.
This month, a research team from the Indian Institute of Science has used soldiers and students to survey Bangalore’s lakes and come up with a detailed plan to save them. The slush and sediment at the bottom of lakes, for instance, could be dredged and used to make bricks, says the report. Companies around the lake could use a part of their CSR for lake restoration. Five corporates already have; and I am going to name them here so they don’t back out. They are Biocon, Wipro, Mphasis, Sensara Engineering and—surprise, surprise—the UB group. The citizens are no slouches either. Spurred by the Bruhat Bangalore Mahanagara Palike (BBMP)’s initiative to revive 40 lakes, four citizens, who live around the Ambalipura Lake, came together to form a non-profit. By planting the right kind of native trees, this rara avis effort brought back 40 avian species. Maybe I should do something about my local Ulsoor lake too.
The irony is that real estate developers advertise ‘lakefront property’, yet their very existence is a threat to the said lakefronts. Bangalore used to have 270 thriving lakes in the 1970s. Hopefully, this combination of corporate, citizen and government compliance and effort will revive the storied “sarovaras” of this so-called Silicon Valley.
A canvas of artists exhibited their work at the Venkatappa Art Gallery (VAG) last week. Curated by Ayisha Abraham, who teaches at the Shrishti Institute, the exhibition offered a glimpse of the past, present and the potential future of this venerable art gallery at the border of Cubbon Park.
The VAG is the seat of controversy because of a proposal that it be “adopted” by the Tasveer Foundation, headed by art collector and dealer Abhishek Poddar. Artists such as Pushpamala and Balan Nambiar are protesting such an adoption, stating that gentrifying this gallery, where many Bangalore artists had their first shows, would put it out of reach of the very artists it is supposed to serve. Supporters of this approach have written long missives stating that museums are an elitist exercise anyway—why not make the experience better for museum-goers? The fate of the VAG is in play with no resolution in sight yet. The question is: Can egalitarianism coexist with elitism? While the perceived elitists promise to walk this fine line, the protestors are doubtful.
The Bangalore Wine Club met at JW Marriot only to hear that its general manager, Parul Thakur, had won an award. Female general managers are few and far between. Thakur served us quite a spread, which got me thinking about wine and cheese. So I made the trek out to Krishna Raja Puram or KR Puram.
In a quiet Benedictine monastery are a group of monks with pronounced Malayali accents. I waited under the mango tree while a young man in purple shorts fetched me what ended up being a rather tasty mascarpone, some pecorino and goat cheese. Vallombrosa cheese, made by Benedictine fathers, delivers to city outlets. But to collect the cheese from their place of origin is a special thrill. ‘Terroir’, as the wine connoisseurs would have it.
Bangalore is full of people following multiple diets such as South Beach, Paleo, Atkins and high-fat. Where does that leave us masala-dosai loving, carb-addicted vegetarians? The highlight of my morning is a walk around Ulsoor lake followed by a set dosa, or, if I am feeling adventurous, a rava dosa. I used to think these were wholesome foods, but the protein-propagating protagonists of these new diets call them poison. Stop messing with my dosai, I say!
For a taste of Bangalore, try the all-encompassing ghee rava masala dosa with a dollop of coconut chutney at an Adiga, Maiya or MTR outlet. It’s a piece of heaven. Chew on that, you joyless dieters, you.
Mint Lounge columnist Shoba Narayan is a tree-hugger, bird-watcher and author of three books
E-mail your diarist: shoba [AT] shobanarayan [DOT] com
I’m sure in spite all these diets plans you can squeeze in a dosai or dosa on a cheat day. Top it up with filter coffee! It’s unbeatable combo!
I completely agree. In fact I had it today. :)
Hi Shoba, Just read “An ode to Radio”. Though I don’t listen to radio unless I am sailing out of Harbour on a cruise, it did bring back many memories. Sayani brothers were in same school as I was. Hamid was a lot senior to me, with one of my elder sisters in class. However, we all juniors viewed him with awe! Marvelled at his articulation on stage in plays, elocution competitions and in debates. He always walked away with the first award. Amin was just two years senior, with my elder brother. Very friendly and again very eloquent. I haven’t seen him for years now but my brother does keep on meeting him few times a year. As regards cricket commentaries are concerned, the most legendary one was AFS Talyarkhan, popularly known as Bobby Talyarkhan. I remember listening to him when I was a kid so you must never have heard him. He was brilliant. His favourites were Vijay Merchant and Mushtaq Ali, India’s opening pair. I had heard him when once when they had an opening partnership of 204 runs against a visiting MCC team as the English team was known then. He was ecstatic. He could recall past matches and past records as if he was reading from a book. Those were not the computer days – far from it- . His and entire cricket circles static in was one Mr. Anandji Dossa of Mumbai- then a very elegant “Bombay”. A distant relation of my brother through his marriage. I don’t know how but he could provide instantaneous statistics to Bobby. Talking of Anant Setalwad, he was one year senior to me in our school. Cricket crazy since school days. Very good knowledge of cricket. Very good looking. Snooty as hell. We bump into each other at Willingdon. The only greeting he exchanges is a wry smile. Even his classmates, even the guy who shared the school desk with him through the years says so! Well,to each his own. This is only for your ears or rather the eyes. Not to be quoted. Ok. I have wandered from radio to nostalgic memories. Now my next few months plans. At this age, I talk only of next few months. Not tha I expect to hit the bucket soon but as I say, ” I am in departure lounge, with my bag besides me. As and when the flight is announced, will pick up my bag and leave. I have removed a lot of things from my bag. Sold my week end house across the Harbour, given most of my art to sons. The family silver ( thalis & katoris) have gone to my first wife & so forth. We are planning to be in USA Iain last week of September. My class of 1959 of Masters in chemical engineering at MIT is having a reunion. Will be meeting some of them after almost 60 years & looking forward to it. On our way there, Shalini & I are stopping in Croatia,chartering a yacht and hopping islands for a week. So, yo can see, in spite of saying that I am in departure lounge, I don’t mean the final call but many other calls like the one from Croatia and MIT. Sorry, what started off as a comment on your ” An Ode to Radio”, ended up as an essay. All the best and love to all of you. Kishore.
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Thank you Kishore. For your essay. I loved it.