


A few minutes after the dusk, when we entered
the pub, it was bustling with people, mostly youngsters. Big tall beer bottles
were sitting at the centre of each table. The Mirando girls with toothy smile on
the containers meant for tissue papers were there to greet everyone. The girl
holding a fork in hand on one of the containers, with a big smile invited us to
a small cosy table in the corner. From that point, we could see and feel the
commotion in the other room too. Interestingly, the other room had a very large
mural of a man carrying huge wooden beer containers on his cart pulled by a
horse and westernised men standing in three piece suits with funny looks, by
Mario Miranda in black and red. We ordered beer and finger chips. To feel the
hustle and bustle, to hear the clattering of the glasses, to enjoy the visual
beauty of the pub, we were there. The waiter came with a tin of beer, a couple
of glasses, and a plate of finger chips. Wherever we stretched our eyes, we saw
Mario glaring at us amusingly, I thought. With Mario’s drawing on the plate,
the finger chips tasted very delicious. The waiters sported Mario’s cartoons on
their white T shirts. I politely asked one of the waiters to take some
photographs for me, he obliged very
happily after knowing that it is for a blogger. Enthusiastically, he took some
more photographs and obliged me and Miranda together. We said cheers to Mario and enjoyed our
drinks with a relish. If every artist’s works adore the walls of public walls
in this way, there will be a great cultural change.
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