Feb 25, 2009

Indian Railways

Because everyone likes a nice railway network schematic.

Feb 24, 2009

The Bangalore Club

The Bangalore Club is a very old and venerable institution. We have been told that the "Britishers" did manage to leave a few welcome legacies in India, such as railroads, cricket, and clubs.

The club's claim to fame is that Winston Churchill remains on the Defaulter's List for eternity, owing a sum of 13 Rupees.

We weren't supposed to take pictures but we managed to snap a few before the "bearers" (waiters) found us out.

Snapshot Corner

Tasty Jones

Can you come up with a better restaurant name than Tasty Jones? Didn't think so.

The jingle pretty much writes itself. "Meet me for a burger at Tasty Jones!"

Iron Maiden

I was warned many times before the Iron Maiden show that it was strictly prohibited to bring a camera into the concert grounds. I believe some rules are meant to be broken.

As we entered to concert grounds, males and females were streamed into separate aluminum chutes. The guys went through quickly after indifferent pat-downs by the male staff. But, as I approached the female entrance, a lump grew in my throat as I saw the hungry look in the eyes of my lady friskers. They were out for blood.

Every bit of flesh of my body was tugged at and squeezed. My pockets were emptied and I even had to show the insides of my shoes. But there was only one place that they didn't dare go, which was shrewdly just the place where I had lodged the Fuji.

Feb 16, 2009

How It's Made

How It's Made is a favourite show of ours on the Discovery Channel. True to the name, it shows shows viewers how a thing (it) gets made. Various products realize their form after going through different stages of production along miles of assembly lines. You've probably seen it.

So last Wednesday we were delighted to be invited to the factories of two of Ram's companies. (Ram is my godfather, and our gracious host.) We would see, from start to finish, the production of many of their state-of-the-art products.

Seed filter

Oil filter

Dirty --> clean oil

At John Fowler, we were toured through the various production stages of car filters, aircraft filters, and HEPA filters - running our fingers over the vast sheets fibrous paper which is folded thousands of times, accordion-like, before being placed into their metal housing.

All in all, an illuminating tour of all things filter.


I think I once saw in an old issue of GQ that a linen suit was one of a stylish gentleman's 10 Summer Fashion Essentials. And that it could (or even should) be scrunched into a ball for travel and then worn wrinkled. Since this is how I treat all my clothes, such care instructions appealed to me.

Naturally, then, the first order of business upon arrival in Bangalore was acquiring as much linen as possible, and commissioning a bespoke linen suit. (In my mind, India and linen are closely tied, for reasons that are likely grounded in nothing but my own ill-informed assumptions of the global textile trade. But when I pictured myself romping around this subcontinent, I could imagine myself wearing nothing except a linen suit. It is my strong feeling that one must pay heed to such fanciful thoughts, or risk a dangerous accumulation of a lifetime of unfulfilled longings and broken dreams.)

Luckily, linen does exist in south India. On our third day here, we shopped at a store called Cotton World (a sort of south Indian "Gap"), which, despite the name, carries a good selection of linen. I was able to acquire two pair of linen pants (one khaki green, one pure white) and two shirts (one light blue long sleeve, one white short sleeve). (The white top and bottom together will serve nicely as my ashram outfit.)

But two pants and two shirts does not a suit make. The next day, we visited a large tailors called Raymond's, where we were told we might find some linen material for a suit. Their selection of 100% linen was meagre. The salesman was pushing a 40/30/30 poly-linen-wool blend that, of course, would not do. However, the salesman was nice enough to direct us to a shop called Linen Club. I was excited, because the name sounded very promising.

The next day we managed to find Linen Club. A good assortment of linen, though not the cornucopia I was dreaming of in my restless night's sleep. I settled on a pure, 100%, unbleached, untreated linen, in a colour that can only be described as "linen". The salesman tried to convince me to have the tailoring done there, but I did not like the look of the garments in his catalog, and I appreciated the honesty of the man at Raymond's who was good enough to direct me to his competitor. When the salesman pressed us as to who would be doing the tailoring, we made up a lie that it was being done by a tailor "private to the family." It sounded good but I'm not sure if he was fooled.

3.5 yards of the material cost about 2000 rupees Ð around 50 Canadian beans. I asked the cashier if it was made in India. He said the raw flax pulp was imported from France and Belgium, and the weaving was done in India. Good enough for me. He handed me a brochure outlining what can only be described as the Linen Club "philosophy", which I have typed verbatim:

"Technology yields to nature. Yarns and fabrics recapture their origin. Nature is synonymous with truth, authenticity, and also imperfection. As a beautiful face bears wrinkles, a beautiful fabric does even more so when it doesn't hide its imperfection. The best materials should have the appearance of being hand-crafted. Ecological luxury. The authentic replacing the technical."

While the copy is a bit overwrought, I have to say I agree wholeheartedly. (Also, I think this would have got an 'A+' in my King's Philosophy of Technology class).

On the car from the Linen Club back to Raymond's, I became anxious that the material I bought was too thick and scratchy for the comfortable, flowy, summer suit I was envisioning. I asked the chap at Raymond's, and he agreed that it was a bit on the thick side, but said if I didn't like the finished piece, I could just get another one made. I liked his logic. He asked a lot of questions: Center slit? Side Slit? No Slit? Lined? Unlined? Half-lined? I just kept telling him casual, Miami Vice, and summery. Together we decided on no slit, half-lined. I would be coming back for a fitting (they kept calling it "trial", which made me nervous- would I be found guilty if the suit didn't fit?) in a mere 48 hours. There is no shortage of labour here.

The trial went moderately well. I came early, and only the pants were ready. They fit nicely and the colour didn't wash out my skin tone, which was another worry. After some beverages, we came back an hour later and the jacket was pieced together. I asked for the lapels to be narrowed and deepened and the length to be shortened. I have to say it was not very comfortable. Kind of scratchy and stiff - more like a linen tablecloth than anything. I am hopeful that a few cold water washes and some wear time will relax the fibres. But I have to say, it looks pretty sharp at the trial stage, and style trumps comfort any day. Guilty, of looking good.