Well you know you are in Bandra when
--When you are stuck in a jam simply because a vehicle ahead wants to take a U-turn in a galli so narrow, even Adnan Sami would think twice before walking in.
-- When no matter how cold or warm and the traffic snarl up a little beyond Elco market is cramping your ankles, a lady is manning the traffic junction so effortlessly that if you ever try to hoodwink her, her whistle will surely deafen you or partially maim you
--When a 5 rupee brun maska is simply renamed ‘bagel’ and sold for 175 rupees.
-- When you see a random biker clearing the road at bandstand at 2am because Sallu wants to ride his Hayabusa without landing up in court
-- You are standing outside Crepe Station, but feel you have arrived at Baga beach
-- When 2 or more consecutive gallis you want to drive through are either one way or no-entry
-- When the birdy dance music reaches your ears you know a wedding is taking place and the spirits are high in St Josephs cathedral hall or Stanisluaz school.
-- When Bob can mend any of those gorgeous old designer jeans of mine and have me fit back into them, voila!
--When Andoras or Hearsch's are running full house on rum balls and plum cake and mutton patty;s and mince pies & merry songs are jostling for decibel levels with the jam packed bodies in a tiny 5 x 5 space of the bakeries
--When the shoes and the bags and accessory shops are spilling over and the road traffic is reduced to a one lane on the main roads!
Sigh,Bandra! Am not sure, am happy out of it:) or sad out of it:)
Posted by Mee at 01:18