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Bangalore, a City of history, lakes, gardens and bakeries has legends and stories that date back almost into the Vijaynagara Empire. However, Bangalore gained herself The Halloween of Fame somewhere down in India the 1700s when the British East India Company came to trade (and the rest is history) Hidden in Central Bangalore, in the 18th Century Frazer Town, at an age where Indian owning a bakery was quite unheard of, a Mosolem gentleman, Mohammed Suleman founded a bakery in 1902 A.D. To avoid any ridicule, the Bakery was named Albert's Bakery. 120 years have passed but the Bakery remains an old Bangalore foodie's hotspot. What's interesting about the Bakery is that it was initially a godown and by 1921, The Bakery was in full-bloom. From British Tea Biscuits to Bheja Puffs, (Mutton Brain Puffs) to Mayonnaise Bun, Swiss Rolls, Banana and Grape Muffin, Chocolate Croissants, Coconut Cherry Cookies, Khoya Naan and so on. What's so special about the Bakery? "Simple a...
Beauty of old cities like Calcutta, Madras (Chennai), Delhi, Bombay (Mumbai) or Bangalore lies not in its modern humdrums, the present but rather in its forgotten history. I have always found purpose in history and literature. What makes me love these classical cities are the stories that they tell. Today, in our Bangalore Diaries, let's talk about The Opera House. Decked with Roman arches and columns, and built in the 1930s, The Opera House was home to Shakespeare's plays, French and Russian dances and operas. For years, this beautiful building served Bangalore's erstwhile Anglo Indian, Goan, Desi and British elites. In its final days, it was home also to a magnificent movie theatre. While gone are the days of the Lords and the Ladies, this beautiful architecture still tells us stories of a bygone era. With a lot of modern changes this erstwhile Opera stands to tell us like a grandpa, the stories of the erstwhile Brigade Road and Church Street. Hey, but t...
On one occasion, as St. Dominic was by night walking about the convent of S. Sabina, guarding his flock with the vigilance of a good shepherd, he met the enemy in the dormitory, going like a lion seeking whom he might devour; and recognizing him, he said, "Thou evil beast, what doest thou here?" "I do my office," replied the demon, "and attend to my gains." "And what gains dost thou make in the dormitory?" asked the saint. "Gain enough," returned the demon. "I disquiet the friars in many ways; for first, I take the sleep away from those who desire to sleep in order that they may rise promptly for matins; and then I give an excessive heaviness to others, so that when the bell sounds, either from weariness or idleness they do not rise; or, if they rise and go to choir, it is unwillingly, and they say their office without devotion." Then the saint took him to the church, and said, "And what dost thou gain here?" "M...
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