There was a time when Bangalore trundled along happily to an unseen drummer who played a slow funereal beat. Even went to sleep for a bit between one beat and another. It gave the city its ambience of contentment, replete with the shutters down of the  afternoon siesta. The Spirit of Bangalore when it was bestirred enough from its slumber , said look - ma - no- stress  and promptly went back to sleep.

Because Bangalore  believed  in the  SAM mantra:. Swalpa Adjust Madi. For a problem free ,hassle free existence. You gave a little, took  a little, the other party did the same  and all lived happily together adjusting away every time life threw a googly.

When public sector employees  took 6  of a family on  a scooter to the drive-in to a Sunday morning of crisp dosas by the foot and coffee by the yard, the policemen looked the other way. A tipsy auto driver dented your fender, or a traffic light fooled you by turning red when you were halfway ,it was simply a matter of Adjust Madying. The tailor made your outfit tight enough to strangle your gut All he needed to do was smile "Swalpa Adjust Madi Amma "And Amma started planning  this starvation diet for the next two weeks.

Not enough money for coffee all round?. Adjust Madi. And  the coffee materialized with one brimming cup and two empties for a one by three.

It  lasted until the outsourcing guys looked through their global telescopes and spotted this easy ambling sort of place where even the dhobies spoke English. And most people slept right through the day. Nights could be made productive.

It was a change waiting to happen. It lead to the tidal wave of outsourcing And the influx of thousands of nerdy geeks with windows blinking in their eyes, and strange mouse obsessions, came pelting into the city. Adjust went flying out of Bill Gates windows as surely as lost data in a crash.

Today Bangalore marches , when it has not taken a spill in a smirking  pothole, to an entirely new beat. A new mantra has been consecrated  and sworn to as the spirit of this city.

Yennjoy like Yennything. And don't bother to ask what that yennithing stands for. I do not know. Hopefully it is not something censorable. Just yennjoy at all costs. The pubs, the habbas, the shows, the malls, the parties, the plays, all the hectic hyperventilation going on.

The  arrivista Bangalore  rushes around to a hyper beat from the invisible grandson of the erstwhile invisible drummer. Grandson drummer is like a woodpecker on speed. To Yennjoy like Yennithing, the arrivistas work hard, play hard, drink hard, shop hard, party hardand cop out  hard.

And Adjust  as a philosophy does not cut any ice. In fact one irate American caller went so far as to ask   his peaceable counterpart to take his adust madi and adjust it rather violently in a painful non adjusting art of his anatomy.

Today YLY makes Bangalore gallup. Because life is short. Because stress is the bogeyman waiting to get you.

Because if you don't run you will be stampeded out of the scene.

So go on. Decide what that yennithing is that you enjoy the most. Then yennjoy  everything like yennithing.
And learn to live with the hangover.