I was finally able to make it down to Bangalore. It is the home of my great roomate Saabira and my company's beautiful office. I had heard a few stories about this place and I had to see it to believe it.
In Bangalore it is illegal to dance. That it right, you read it correctly. Illigal to shake those hips and drop it like it's hot. My friend once said that he forgot where he was and having a few drinks in him starting tapping his toes and shaking his leg. Sure enough a few minutes later he felt a tap on the sholder only to turn and see a bouncer tellin him to stop.
Apparantly back in-the-day Bangalore used to be the king of party towns and there were major issues with drinking and driving and drug abuse so the state cracked down. They enforced an 11:30 curfew and stopped the youth from boogeying late into the night. Now instead of being out at a bar meeting others and mingling in a socially acceptable manner the rules have cause people to go out earlier, binge for a few hours before getting into their cars to meet at the house of a hosting friend only to consume more alchohol than they would have in the begining and causing potentially more danger on the roads. Smart move Govn't.
Now on top of those two restrictions the state is debating whether to make the consumption and sale if beef illegal. Although up north it is rarely seen on menus it is by religious choice and not goverend by the state.
As one of my Bangalore born and raised friends put it so nicely, "There is already no dancing, if this beef thing gets passed I am never coming back."
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