Devil engineer starving a bangalore night

Assume you are a bachelor and a non-bangalorean (or a non-Kannadiga). You are mostly home grown for all your education till you find your first ever job in Bangalore. So, you started living in a rented house or a PG. The new job enthusiasm gets you going beyond your dining time. You are hungry but you sufficed yourself with a couple of goodday biscuits and a softdrink or a cup of coffee and started working to impress your manager. But the hungry strikes back and by the time you realize it is already 10:30pm.

You rush to a nearby Adigas. But what you find is a shutter half shut, the sign board lights switched off, the floor sprinkled with soap water to clean. A few diners there look at you surprised and see what you are going to get. You quickly devise that you rushed in and tried best to reach in time and reach the cash counter with a big jerk (just as you are ;)). But you find the cashier counted up 11,000/- (lots of INR notes) and still going on. He knows that you are at the counter but he does not pay attention. Ahem! you make your throat sound and say 1 Jeera rice but you inner knows that you are late. While you are in this commotion, the cashier after-a-while rising his head, without any hesitation and clearly says 'we are closed' and does not even wait to hear back to you and starts counting. You ask for a juice or at least a fruit salad, after a long pause, the cashier says everything's closed. While other diners and cleaner staring at you miss your dinner, with your taken down heart think for a momentthat - 'What the...., Police Commissioner doing a good job and the kept business timings under control????'.

You head back to office where you left your work that's gonna take at least 2more hours to complete. Then you reach home in that cold night and lay on the bed. You keep cursing that you were lazy and should have gone for dinner in time. You dont cook at home, you dont keep snacks at home because already had sleepless nights with ant bully on your mattress and ironed clothes. You wish you had taken a bigger home for rent, taken a gas connection and possessed all you need for cooking. But now the empty stomach screaming a lot. The coffee you had in office before leaving home and the glass of water just does not help feel you filled. It is with more despair, you start that you wished a tea stall nearby, or 24hr hotel or road side noodles vendor.

Now you think what a city, what a police commissioner. People work round the clock, roads are still occupied by transport cabs. There is still lot of life on the road at 1am in the morning but that does not bring food business. Now you turn you hungry and angry on to the police commissioner. You feel that police just want to fend off their duties to burn midnight oil and present to public as that of security concern for food and similar businesses if made available late in the night. You heard cases of snatching chains, mobile phone thefts, threaten with knife and flee with your wallet, all this in pretty much in working hours. You decide to bring this to public, talk to news-paper or even present in any public online forum but then you decide for the night that:
1. Never be late for dinner
2. As a backup, you stay in office to eat biscuits and consume coffe/softdrinks
3. You maintain snacks in air tight boxes at home.
4. As a last resort, you also plan to get a bigger house rented, get a gas connection and of course - a wife :-)
5. And after four years of that painful night out, you write this blog.

Hope you enjoyed my first ever blog.