Welcome to the Beer Joint Pub (BJP)!

Welcome to the Beer Joint Pub (BJP)! Most welcome to the party! This is a fascinating place.

This is a mecca of inclusiveness and diversity. A structure impervious to the pestilential saffronized thought that’s permeating this country. Not so much different from Bangalore, as a city. Yes, there are the occasional elements and incidences, always have been. But it isn’t as in-your-face as it’s starting to get in the Capital. That’s just messed up. We tend to take a slightly more laid back “Chill out and send, bob!” approach to things. It’s a simple solution. Chill out and send, bob!

There are no uniforms here. Only the communal stains of a loosely managed capsicum on a tooth-picked chilli chicken. Find your brother, with the soya-sauce stain under the office dog tag. He is you. He is us. He probably isn’t wearing khakee shorts. Do one “Chairs!” and sip a glyceriny pint of KF. KF is delicious. Chilled. So, just Chill out and send, bob!

There are no incendiary speeches here. Only the tinder from a Ship matchbox that comes before the lighting of a shared Gold Flake King. Share a smoke, bob. Not blows. So, Chill out and take a drag, bob! But do it outside. No smoking inside BJP now.

This is a democracy. Do you remember what that means? Basically it means no shouting, no loud talking, no smoking, no ganja, no loitering after closing time, no hard drinks, no beef, no pork, no creating ruckus, no gujaals with dowe in corner seat, just maintain silence! Sounds like a democracy to me. So, just chill out and be free, bob!

Your ideology has no bearing here. In all likelihood, people are still confused about what’s left and what’s right, more so after a couple of pitchers. I suggest you take one middle seat and order one mushroom pepper fry. Mushroom pepper fry is the perfectly centrist touchings for the flexitarian. So, just chill out and belt, bob!

We run a stable economy here. No SOPs for you just because you own house on Peddar Road. 65 rupees for one pint of beer. No credit, no returns. Settlement before you leave. Not leave the country, bob, leave the place! This ain’t that kind of party. So, just Chill out and “attitude and all keep it in your ‘ouse, bob!”

No proof required for citizenry here. The BJP doesn’t care what your name is or where you came from. You’re here and that’s just great. That’s enough. But ‘round the corner, cops are there. They waitin’ for you as you exit in drunken stupor in Kinetic Honda. They want to know your name, whispered breathily into their ears, and see proof of documentation. So, just Chill out and gun it, bob! Fast bob! FAASSSTTT! Phew, I hope you made it! Full on yescape!

When you come here, you are partaking in a slice of Indiranagar’s history. BJP has been around for years. Before anything else existed in Indiranagar. Adjacent to Panjab Di Bahaar and Shahi’s, both of which no longer exist, the latter more recently so since BDA Complex is probably going to make way for a mall or something. This is not Bob’s Bar. This is the place that Bob’s Bar is paying homage to. But this place still exists. At least for now. Until they get shunted out in the likely demolition of BDA. 

So, just Chill out and go to BJP, bob!

P.S.: Shahi hasn't shut down. Just moved. But for the life of me, I still can't find their new place.