My Bangalore Diary... The Beginning!

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.

An Afternoon

It was a dry afternoon...there was no electricity. I was lying down on the bed with an intention to read the book I was holding, but my eyes resisted and I looked towards the window. The spotless, blue sky returned my gaze by its peeps through the canopies of branches that the trees have formed in front of the window. I could not ignore the intense gaze of the blue and got lost into it. I went on a voyage in the ether, not through the clouds as the sky was clear, but in the direction of the wind; sometimes anchoring onto the tamarind branches whose dry seeds have turned red now.

I know I am dreamy; but doesn’t the sky carry seeds of dreams that are borne by the air to be sown in the eyes of every being? My dreams lead to an escape to a place where every problem seems trivial.

My float was unending, as it only intended to stop if the earth agreed to stop rotating. But I had to halt in between, because electricity had made its appearance, and anchored on a branch of tree. I jumped through my window pane and entered my room. I looked back...the moving wind said good bye with the trees nodding to acknowledge my escape