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Bangalore Street Life Part 2: Entrepreneurs, Sleeping Beauties & Men Who Pee

Welcome to part two (read part one here) in what I’m now guessing will be a never-ending series of tales from the ‘hood.  Oh yeah, from my neighbourhood, which is conveniently located more or less in Frazer Town in downtown Bangalore.  Just outside my door I have a beautiful park on one side and a stunning church on the other.  Within a few blocks I have two mosques, the Frazer Town high street and super places to chillout for a coffee and date with my laptop or enjoy my favourite minced lamb dish.  Then within a mile or two there is a slum, a small market area that my driver says I shouldn’t walk around unaccompanied and also (from what I understand) the oldest goat market in town.   Bangalore isn’t like any other city where I’ve lived.  There is an energy to the street life that is completely different and wonderful to me.  Well, most of the time anyway.

I love the colours of India!

Every time I step out onto the high street or toodle off down the wider avenues that serve as impromptu markets I’m always amazed at the ingenuity and diversity of Indian entrepreneurs.  In my neighbourhood, on the park, we have an auto rickshaw repairman who brings his toolbox and jack every day to the same spot from morning ‘til sundown repairing ‘autos’. There is no signage, no significant inventory I can see and no shelter from the rain but it is a busy business in our little area.  I wish that I spoke the language and could properly interview him without the need of an interpreter.  I’d love to know if this is a family business, how long he’s been at it, how he deals with monsoon season and what he might be doing instead if he could do anything or be anyone.

There are tons of folk who own and manage fruit, vegetable and other wonderful food carts along the wider lanes.  Near us, just past the park, there is one street with a sidewalk that is lined from corner to corner with blanket after blanket piled high with fruits and veggies.  The fruit and vegetable sellers here in Bangalore do the most amazing and original job of stacking the fruit into perfect pyramids.  They always stack the pyramids so that the vibrant colours of the fruit seem to jump from the stalls and blankets by piling the yellow next to the red and then the green…it’s wonderful.  They all have very old-school scales.  Well, at least they look old-school to me.  The last scale I have personally used was at the grocery store back home in Barcelona.  It was electronic, with buttons that had illustrations of the fruit or vegetables to be weighed.  Once the bag of produce is on the scale, the only thing to do is push the right illustration and magically a label for the bag is ejected with a barcode and the cost and weight spec’d out.  But here the old metal scales with weighted disks still reign king.

Our neighborhood cobbler 🙂

In addition, there are cobblers who have tiny huts no larger than a closet and who sit around, sometimes meditation style, and make and repair shoes from morning until long into the night.  There are men preparing wonderful smelling food which I still haven’t had the guts to try actually – partly because I don’t know what the food is and how to order and partly because I am not sure about how my ‘white girl’ stomach will handle it.

For me, for whatever reason, the most original entrepreneur I have come across in my neighbourhood sets up shop about two blocks from home.  He has a cart that he must roll to the same spot every day.  It’s freshly painted white, has big wheels like in the old west and a roof with a small awning to protect him from the sun as he passes the day ironing clothes without any electricity to power his iron.  That’s right, a mobile ironing service.  And he’s a MAN!  I do love that part.  I’ve only ever seen women working in the laundry shops or working as housekeepers who tend to the ironing.  So for me to see a man with a push cart that boasts an open fire under it that heats an old-fashioned iron up is just splendid.  It’s like something out of a movie, something from the past…something from India!

I much prefer the guys who “squat” to the Full Monty pee stance 🙂

The guys I see pee’ing on the side of the road around Frazer Town really make me stop and raise an eyebrow.  It’s so common here that I’d guess my Indian friends don’t even think twice about them but for me a little red flag is raised each and every time.  If they are gonna do it, which they are, I definitely prefer the guys who squat down to pee much more than the guys who just whip it out and go for it…especially the drunk guys who forget which way they should turn and they pee, willy out and proud, in the direction of our oncoming car.

He is either the bravest guy ever or just plain stupid. My guess is a combo of bravery + stupidity + alcohol caused this to happen.

Last but not least, I still haven’t grown tired of our local little sleeping beauties.  I don’t see them every day but they do make me smile every time I do.  I worry for some of them because they fall asleep or lay down way too far away from the sidewalks and too far onto the street at times when they decide to curl up like kittens and take their afternoon cat naps.  It’s really insane.  I love napping as much as the next guy but I do it on the sofa now.  I also love sleeping at the beach or the river under an umbrella or tree in the mid-day heat.  But those spots in no way put me in any danger from oncoming cars, motorbikes, cows, stray dogs or auto rickshaws.  I am in awe of these guys and their nerves of steel because I simply couldn’t relax enough to even sit down for 30 seconds where some of them choose to nap.

Things are so crazy different in India.  The differences are so much greater for us than they ever were moving from southern California to Barcelona, Spain and that’s why my daughter and I love it.  Is it always easy because of the cultural differences?  No, not always.  But this is exactly WHY we chose India…because even just stepping outside for a walk around our neighbourhood is an adventure.

XOXO Angela


Angela Carson

At 21 I left uni, jumped into my Jeep Wrangler, and drove from my native California to live an adventure in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. I've explored 37 countries on 4 continents, residing in 8 of them (currently Indonesia's Riau Islands is my home). I even have a private pilot's license and was shot at once by bandits!

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  1. sunith

    Oh the sleeping beauties, thats your typical drunkard in the drain. I always wondered how can they sleep under the mid day sun with all the noise around them. The drunkards here tend to drink any time of the day/night, so you might see someone sleeping on the footpath at 4 in the evening after an afternoon of healthy drinking 🙂

    1. angela_carson

      Yeah…I’ve seen some funny ones. I find it fascinating to see where they choose to nap 🙂

  2. Rhonald Moses

    “especially the drunk guys who forget which way they should turn and they pee” – Lol, that’s something… Yep, there are lots of entrepreneurs in India. Since it’s a crowded country with a shady Politics that doesn’t give a damn about the people (of course, a lot better than most of the African & Middle Eastern countries), people have to do something to keep em.

    But I respect these entrepreneurs a lot because they don’t take the easy (somewhat) route unlike others (robbers, thugs, etc).

    Enjoy Bangalore… Nice reading 🙂 Have suggested your blog to couple of westerners here in my company.

    1. angela_carson

      Hey thanks so much! Angela

  3. anonymous

    Ah. the iron man. That is one of my favorite things about india. I dont have to iron !!! yay !!!

    My building’s iron man picks up my laundry and delivers them pressed. ahhhh….

    all my linen is ironed too… so affordable and wonderful…

    1. angela_carson

      I haven’t needed to use them because I have a full time maid but I sort of want to just for the fun of it 🙂

  4. Suriya

    I know what exactly you mean; I ve been spotting these scenes everyday while passing through that park. I must say; the park is a blessing. Whenever I have to take a phone call while driving I prefer to stop near the park and take a walk. Bless Frazer Town. 🙂

    Indians entrepreneurs come in all sizes and their adventures of running the business enthralls me.

    Good one Angela.

    1. angela_carson

      Thanks, Suriya. Really sweet of you. And yes, I love that park! I power walk and job around it sometimes too…fun people watching. And I love taking something to read in and sitting on the far back bench beyond teh gazeebo…feels like I’ve escaped into another world. Cheers, Ange

  5. syamukamath

    super pics…………..

    1. angela_carson

      hehe, thanks! I carry my camara in my handbag at all times “in case of emergency” 🙂

  6. prasad3130

    Reading this article and your choice of words to describe a not-so-pleasant view in a manner that foreigners envy for not visiting India, hats of to you 🙂 I appreciate you and your daughter for liking Bangalore and India with all its ugly side. Even many Indians after visiting western (advanced) countries start disliking many of the things your described in your article. Anyway, this article was a good read.

  7. rani r

    I definitely prefer the guys who squat down to pee much more than the guys who just whip it out and go for it…Ha ha just amazing description. I think its normal in india for some men to squat and pee like a woman. My husband also pees squatting that he uses the bathroom to pee and not the western toilet (like when staying in a hotel). Just enjoyed your good writing

    1. AngelaCarson

      Thanks so much for your kind words 🙂

      1. Kanu R

        @Angela Carson you write as beautifully as you look and looking at your photos makes me happy. I love you!

    2. Kanu R

      @rani r My dear wife writing about my peeing position is quiet suprising. Hope u dont take my photo and upload it here while i squat and pee

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