Oye Amritsar in Bangalore

Singlehood and Sunday early morning are an okay-okay combination. Though you don't have any toes and arms following you, but you have to use ur own tired limbs to get things done. As there is nothing to do after getting up early, I turned to the other side trying to feel somewhat cozier to prolong the sleep but there comes the jerk, my big fat bums, "Ya I have got reasons to wake up early". I don need to shake it up like Shakira, cause mine move with every move.

I rushed upstairs in my nitesuit to fill my mug with tea. The only thing I like in this hostel is tea. The sun shone timidly outside. I got down the stairs slower, I was afraid that I would spill the tea, the hard-earned tea - you gotta climb two floors to drink tea. But I don grudge the stairs as my neighbours do. This is the only exercise I do in the whole day.

You know there is thinness in the air these days. Less oxygen in the air and everybody gotta look thin-tin, chic-shack just contrary to my generous bags of adipose tissues. The sisters next door are a sight. My arms are thicker than their thighs and they get the shock when I climb upstairs in my nightwear with the speed of a deer. Ya life is full of oxymorons cause things make you morons these days.

My bulk adds imagination to men I guess, and by now many of you must have gone to orkut or facebook to check how fat I look. Don't check, there is no greater pleasure than suspension of disbelief.

Now having gulped down two mugs of tea let me come to the point. You should know that Koramangla has a charm of its own. Its streets want you more than you can afford to grace them.

So, to kill my hunger, I walked down to Oye Amritsar in my wrap-around. I was cordially greeted, as a single woman usually receives that extra attention specially my types who has no pressure to be feminine with adequate feminine assets. I placed a slim order, but my bulk did not convince them. The attendant wanted to push in more stuff than my stomach can actually take in.

Food came... the masala papad looked pretty with chopped green leaves on it and with it I relished tandoori chicken under the shade of trees amidst the cool breeze against a backdrop of couples. After consuming two pieces of spicy chicken and one masala papad and one plain kulcha I washed my throat in Masala chhachh...I was houseful...I felt like lying down there itself with my former crush 'Wills Classic Milds'...The bill making a grand entry for one person was heart-rending and I have vowed on the spot that I am not eating out without friends anymore...

This place is great for families. Bring in your little devils to much the chicken legs while you guzzle beer and vodka. If you have a party to throw and you are guys/gals who drink and smoke and love tangy/spicy northie stuff...Oye Amritsar is all for you.