Some of my friends and acquaintances have expressed their dislike for the jazzy coloured walls of Begaluru. They want back the dull grey, pee stained walls of the past. I am shocked and appalled at their lack of taste! Who do they think they are?
To them I say:
Oh you Cowardly Chromophobes you!
Are you out of your minds?
Are you living on another planet?
Look around you people! Open your eyes and see!
The rest of us have well and truly painted away our stuffy colonial past with our brightest best.
We don’t live in the Bang – a – lore left to us by the Brits anymore. This is Namma Bengaluru.
Here we plunge into colour with abandon; we eat it, we speak it, we wear it, we live in it, we worship it, we dream it…
Look at our buildings!
Our signboards!
Our Gods!
Our houses!
Our cakes!
Our clothes!
Our real flowers
Our plastic ones
The sides of our buses
extract from this picture by Slogan Murugan
Our shops
This is us! We are colourful people!
And you nuts want grey?
