It has always been a pleasure to visit new places. Visiting a new city and becoming a part of it is even more cherishing.
I am indeed an immigrant soul.
The transition from being a tourist to becoming a resident does engender some woes. But... when the woes are organic, the healing comes from within.
Friends say, Bangalore, rather Bengaluru, is a city of opportunities and that is how the city peeped into our lives (i.e. mine and my husband's).
I kind of like the name Bengaluru. I mean, Bengal and Bengaluru have some cousin-like similarity, Oh my Bong connection!
The moment I entered the famed land of optimism, options, and opportunities, the city welcomed me with cold showers of rain. The rain-kissed roads ensured a traffic-stuck journey; the new city made sure to reveal most of its shades in the introduction.
I was courteous enough to greet it back with a blocked nose, sore throat and a bit of fever.
I was impressed. Come on! Which place ushers so much warmth that your body thermostat resets its temperature.
Bangalore Blues have just begun and I realize it when a 5KM journey takes more than an hour.
But, as I said before, Bengaluru is a land of optimism and it keeps bombarding you with blues until your vision adjusts itself to see VIBGYOR in the blues.
The Silicon Valley of India exhibits its corporate flavor in every aspect of life. The process, rather the struggle, to find a maid is no less than running a recruitment drive for an MNC (however, in my case it is an inadequately funded start-up).
The city has unleashed a new zeal in me. The regular struggle of not getting hit by a car, or a bike, or an auto, or a bus, or a cow, while walking on two-lane highways teaches one to appreciate life. Darwin's "survival of the fittest" is the mantra here.
So... that's how my Bangalore days begin...
I am still a new girl in the Garden city, hoping to find the gardens and trying to discover the shades of the rainbow in the blues.
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