Perception of Taste

369E portrays a wide variety of lip-smacking eateries all throughout its way from the origin to the destination. Hundreds of cuisines, the city of Bengaluru has everything that you could ever ask for. Call it Mexican, Chinese, Italian, Lebanese, Arabic, Thai, and so on; the smell of food tickles your taste bud every time the bus gushes with a restaurant around the street. It's not only when you see the food, but also when you glance out of the window and see something that could drown you in the nostalgia of when you had something that satisfied your heart and soul.

Temples are connected to our hearts, not just for the sake of God, but also for the prasadam we drool for. In the early hours of the day, when the sky seems as colourful and flavourful like the saffron, halting at stops near temples could help the 369E passengers to drool like a baby. Even the ones sleeping, resting their head against the rattling glass would rise to see the mighty breakfast they could've had to please God, or may be to please their empty bellies.

Growling from their bellies, almost everyone is hungry at this hour; when even the sun is not up from his bed of the stars. Taste Buds begging for something thy, they know this is how Namma Bengaluru treats the wisest and the wealthiest of the men. The city that works 24X7 could actually be not felt more than this hour, maybe?

The authenticity of this cityscape for taste rests back to centuries ago, cuisines that have been in place since humanity rested their feet on this land. Who would know that the Garden City of the Indian Subcontinent, once covered in trees and lakes everywhere would cook its age-old recipes amidst concrete buildings and cement roads, buses and cars smoking black air and in malls and shopping complexes of this Modern but Centuries-Old Urbanspace. Who would know that to compete for a better Perception of Taste of the supreme leaders of the ecosystem, the Dosas and the Vadas would have to fight the mighty Breads and Pastas.

As the day progresses, the food deprived working class people start on to switch on their hungry moods after 3 hours on work. Taste is something that could cause riots in a city, a riot maybe between the cuisines of North India and that of South India. Amidst the commuters, overhearing a debate on who has a better taste of food, and that you could actually have to prove your nationality to have to contest and to poll for what tastes better. Paneer Butter Masala on a poster on the signal could be declared as the National Food by the contesters; you never know? All throughout the day, the interiors of the bus could see hungry people, perceiving a taste even with nothing in their mouth.

Later in the day, people out of their offices trying to find a place to rest their feet in the bus floor, with bellies growling like a wolf on a full-moon, frustrated because of the taste of pressure and workload. Some of them on a call with their better-half for what they are gonna eat once they get back home; while some looking at their phones for discounts and offers to order something that could satisfy their hunger. Biryani joints around the road could cause the bus to halt because of the human traffic rushing into them. It is everyday that even a metal box, renowned as the mighty BMTC 369E could even perceive the Perception of Taste through the members of its book of commuters.

It could be strange to understand how a bus that just throws out black smoke and screams and screeches on the road all the time could also be such a great way to study how homo-sapiens commuting through this box of metal to places where they could earn notes to feel the satisfaction of taste on their tongue. The nature of taste remains similar in the morning and in the evening, but the urge for it is doubled for some in the morning or for some in the evening. And this similarity between us, the members of this huge society of Bangalore are kept connected.