Tag: Stories

  • Stories – The Brew Chapter

    Back in 2014, when I told friends that I had visited a microbrewery in JP Nagar, they thought I had a hangover. It took a review to prove it. 6 years later, such is the level of gentrification that it’s become a multiple-choice question! Even if I exclude that abomination called The Yellow Submarine, and the meh Uru. Bangalore traffic has scarred us to the extent that it is less scarier than a potentially fatal virus. That’s how we landed at Stories in BTM.

    (This is interesting, because the post will be published only two months later. Would the virus scare be far enough in the rear view mirror?)

    As with most microbreweries, the place is fairly large, with multiple floors and sections. Lots of greenery, and not just the standard vertical version. Thanks to the ill-communicated “lockdown”, it was not overcrowded, though there was a fair crowd.

    A for Apple Cider for D, and B for Belgian Wit for me is how we started. The Wit seemed fresh and had a mild zing to it, an easy drink. I found the Cider a little too sweet for my liking, though D was fine with it. From the starters, we tried a Chowringhee Chilli Chicken, which was basic chilli chicken, and actually quite mild despite the name. The Chicken Suya Kebab was a much better dish and that was largely thanks to the gun powder coating.

    Though I wanted to try the Hefeweizen, I finally went with the Rauchbier. I had liked the version at XOOX, though that was an ale. This one was a lager, and milder as well, though the smokiness was very much around. The Fiery Chick pizza seemed like a good companion for the drinks, and with a combination of spicy chicken, chilli flakes, green chilli and mozzarella, it did that job just fine. An experiment followed – a Chicken Cannelloni that had a tandoori masala. Surprisingly, this was quite good!

    For desserts, there was an interesting-sounding Nutella Baklava, but we decided on a Decadent Mousse. This was brandy infused rich chocolate with some nice texture thanks to crumbs and sugar coated nuts.

    The bill came to around Rs.2500, which seemed par for the course. The service was prompt and friendly, though they did make a mistake with the bill. The playlist gave the place a lounge feel that matched the overall decor and ambiance.

    Stories – The Brew Chapter, 29th Main Road, Mahadeshwara Nagar, Stage 2, BTM 2nd Stage Ph: +918046809326

  • We, the storytellers

    The day after Robin Williams died, I had posted this on Facebook

    https://www.facebook.com/manu.prasad/posts/10152632582841798

    This was a man whom (I thought) no one could have any ill feeling towards. He made so many people forget their worries, for at least a while, through his roles. When you saw him, you couldn’t but smile. How could such a man have any troubles? But somewhere inside him, a story was being told, one that would end his life. In a tangential way, I had related it to “Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind” from the ‘One off a kind rating‘ post in which I had written of self perception, and compassion vs kindness.

    Once upon a time, I used to be very judgmental of people who chose suicide, but I realised over time that people are different. Some have the strength to deal with things, others don’t. But I still wonder about one facet of this decision. Barring the ones who end their life simply because they feel they have nothing/no one left worth living for, do people take this decision because they can’t live with something they have done/not done, or they are afraid of how people would judge them for this? In both cases, the common factor is the perception people have about themselves, and how it would change.

    That makes me think – how much of this self perception is built based on cues from others? I think this is very relevant in the era of social platforms, because these cues could come from a variety of people. Arguably, Facebook is already affecting our thinking and behaviour, in a warped version of the Hawthorne Effect. (a phenomenon whereby workers improve or modify an aspect of their behavior in response to the fact of change in their environment, rather than in response to the nature of the change itself. ) That’s probably why we largely see only happy stories on Facebook – because people know they’re being watched, and judged. How soon before this becomes the guiding principle in lives, their only cue for creating self perception? It can be argued that this was happening even before social platforms, but I think there is a difference in scale. If entire generations are spending more time on social platforms, their behaviour offline would probably soon start reflecting that. To stretch it, their sense of identity would be built online before being taken offline.

    When you connect this to the fact that the internet is also home to the kind of taunting and trolling that can radically alter one’s perception of the self, and one’s feeling of self worth, I see a problem. In the aftermath of Robin Williams’ death, the collective trolling power of the internet forced his daughter off several social platforms, at least for a while. Paul Carr wrote about a generation – born before the 90s – that should count itself lucky to remember a time before such acts became the norm. I think the power each one of us has to influence the stories others tell themselves is massively magnified now, if only we could use that to be less judgmental and more compassionate. Maybe that will also affect the stories we tell ourselves.

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  • World Views

    Sometime back, a work related trip took me to two completely different worlds in the same city – one, a software giant’s well designed campus, and the other, a market area. I’ve been in Bangalore now for 6 years now, but still can’t claim familiarity with a lot of places.

    The tech park was exactly as I had pictured it, from the large amount of written matter dedicated to it regularly in newspapers. Large and well laid out, with its own studio, food courts and bustling with activity. The activity is not techies just slaving in front of monitors, though I am sure that happens inside too, but having animated conversations over cups of coffee, cycling between building blocks, discussing a cultural activity happening in the next few days, and some even  watching the world go by.

    Gandhi Bazaar isn’t exactly the most written about place in newspapers, probably because its residents are not as appealing to the readers of the newspapers I read. But it is bustling nevertheless – the granny in the bullock cart surrounded by flowers, multitudes of roadside sellers, trading everything from vegetables to fancy jewelry to toys to clothes, a lot of happy, smiling faces drifting in and out of shops. I saw faces that just blended into the surroundings and others that didn’t perhaps belong there. (like me)  From where I stood watching, I couldn’t see any branded outlets around that I recognised, but in the vicinity you could get the best coffee and masala dosa. Pleasures of a different kind, but great ones nevertheless. Anything more would sound condescending.

    These are two worlds separated by a few kilometres, but almost isolated from each other, both worlds unto themselves, oblivious to each other, except for the few who occupy both. I can imagine the young local huduga who is now a techie and handles both worlds with ease. I feel happy for him, and hope he realises how lucky he is to be part of both these worlds – one  that helps him stay grounded and the other that helps him fly high.

    One planet, so many different worlds, and so many different stories.  A lifetime wouldn’t be enough to experience. This thought created a sense of deja vu, and sure enough, a search yielded this post. I guess the lessons of Nude Ellie are seeing a change of perspective.

    until next time, deja view 🙂