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Terrace Party

One of my friends in Bangalore invited us around to his house for a party at his house. His parents were out of town for the weekend, and in true living at home style, that meant house party time.

Now the way that he sold it to us was that we would get some drinks, take them up to the terrace and drink. Apparently the terrace was a really great place to hang out, and had a great view over Bangalore.

Now I’m not one to turn down such an invitation. And I love terraces. I like spending time outside, and I like the idea of drinking on a roof. Now my mental picture that was formed after this conversation was something like this:

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Ok maybe something much less luxurious. No fruit bowl, more utilitarian furniture, and no hot babes reclining on the couch. Something more like this:

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Just a simple space with a table and some chairs/stools, maybe some potted plants. All in all a pretty chilled place to sit and drink and talk nonsense.

So the night of the party comes around, and we go around to his house. And we walk up to the terrace. And I look around for the chairs. Nothing. I look around for the potted plants. Nothing. I look around for the hot babes. Nothing.

Turns out the terrace that I imagine was very different to the reality! We found a spot on the flat roof without puddles, and sat down in a circle around our bottles of alcohol in the middle.

Despite the fact that my expectations were ridiculously off the mark, it was a fantastic night, still one of the best I’ve had in Bangalore. Just goes to prove that its more about the people you are with than where you are!

There was a pretty bangin’ view of the city too!

View from the top

View from the top

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Found some hot babes up there after all

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Thanks for the party!

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I still think you should get some seats up there though buddy…

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Bindu Cinema, Thrissur

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Last night I went to see a film at this old theatre in Thrissur. It is one of the few old style cinemas left, most of the other have been pulled down and replaced with huge air conditioned multiplexes.

I was warned repeatedly before we went that it was not a very good cinema, and that it was quite old. But as soon as we pulled up in front of it in the rickshaw I fell in love a little bit. These places don’t really exist anymore at home either, and there is something magical about going to see a film in such an old theatre.

We walked in and there was a foyer with a ticket office. We bought a ticket for upstairs, and walked up the stairs and into the hall. It was a huge hall, with two levels. No air conditioning meant that it was a little warm, but because it was so big there was enough air flow for it not to be uncomfortable. The seats were the old style bench seats that swing up when you stand up, and they were organised into narrow rows.

There is something really nostalgic about sitting in such an old theatre and waiting to watch a film. I feel as though I appreciate the whole experience a great deal more, becauseI’m filled with that amazement about the magic of the movies, which doesn’t happen when you are seated in a huge technologically advanced multiplex. Its that magic and amazement that the audience was reminded of inĀ Hugo, and which has been lost with the advent of animation and box office hits.

Unfortunately, the movie we watched in such a magical setting was GI Joe. What a waste.

Thrift shop

While driving home in Bangalore tonight a familiar song came on the radio…

(video taken by author, driving credits to Anasua)

The Thrift Shop Song was a controversial #1 in this years Triple JJJ Hottest 100, and has hit Indian radio stations. According to the radio announcer, it is the most requested song in Bangalore this week, and also the most sung along to (I’m not sure how one measures this…). It has a catchy beat, however I can’t help but feel the irony of it being #7 in the charts of a country that does not have the thrift shop concept in any form.

For the uninitiated, thrift shops are stores, mostly run by charities, which sell donated second-hand (read: used) clothing. They are good places to find super cheap, decent quality clothing. Thrift shopping has become popular of late with the hipster crowd: trawling through the racks and mounds of clothing to find something different, vintage, or just plain weird.

In India though, passing on clothes second hand is not common practice. Ive heard of people passing down clothes to younger relatives, or to families of their house help, but this seems to be rare. Every time I have suggested it, my suggestion has been met with blank looks and confusion. Clothes are thrown out rather than passed on.

There are designers in Bangalore who take old clothing and use the textiles to create new items. I’ve seen various stalls at the Bangalore flea-markets run by designers with a similar idea. And there are companies who import used textiles and recycle the materials to make new fabrics. However this practice is discouraged by the Government, who fear that this will have a negative impact on local textile sales.

Thus, the Thrift Shop experience that is sung about Macklemore and Ryan Lewis does not exist in India.

In a country where it is possible to buy a 5.5m long sari for 100rs (AU$2), or a t-shirt for 50rs (AU$1), it is hard to see why it would be necessary for people to wear other’s used clothing. For such a poor country, there is a fairly strong consumerist drive present. Objects are valued as signs of success and wealth. For example, instead of moving their old furniture with them when they moved house, my boss and his family purchased completely new furniture: not because the original items were worn or old, but because a new house meant a furniture upgrade. This culture extends to clothes: people would just simply rather buy new ones than recycle someone else’s.

It seems bizarre to me that people throw out clothes in good condition when there is so much poverty present on the streets. But I guess it’s like recycling. It just doesn’t exist here.

Reading material

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Today I bought some reading material to keep me entertained for the next few weeks.

A restrictive factor of reading magazines in Australia is price. It costs AU$8-20 for a magazine, and at that price it is difficult to read them often.

However, here Indian printed magazines are 28-50rs (approximately 50c-$1), and very affordable: hence, accessible.