Knitting at a house party, by me
Bangalore is a developed, wealthy city with beautiful people. Yet there is no nightlife. Everything closes at 11:30 and most people are in bed around then. I have gone out with friends and the bars really do close. People sometimes go to house parties, but the energy tends to dissipate and the cops break them up if you play too much music.
Banglore Mirror front page, by me
Above, for example, is blaring news of ‘All night scotch and biriyani at Indiranagar police station’. Which, honestly, sounds great. I don’t think the police participate or encourage such things.
I’ve met a lot of people that complain about this state of affairs but one, basically a party promoter incidentally, who said it was good. Or that he could see the good in it. Basically people have a compressed evening and go home in time for work. Most expat workers seem to start on foreign time, about 11 and get off late, so it’s not necessarily great for them.
This city, however, is conservative, all the modern shops and amenities aside. It’s bright lights big city during the day, but at night everyone’s home in bed. This is honestly not necessarily a bad thing. I guess it just is.