They say all good things must come to an end and so my Bangalore sojourn comes to a sudden halt.
I hate formality and I am determined I won’t let that banal form ruin me and my friends.Still when you are about to leave, a lot is reeled off in front of you.
I remember cribbing a lot when I had to take that morning ordeal (that of going to office by a bus plying on patience challenging Hosur road).
Traffic was never meant to move; at best it used to crawl and hapless me (hot minded me) could do nothing but keep cursing garden city.
“How good was my Hyderabad” I always used to whine. “Remember those broad roads, those good souls. And see these people they are determined to paint their city black, is black the new red? What kind of culture it is, where you can’t respect others and let them live peacefully” I would rattle off at the slightest hint.
Yes first few days at IT Hub were miserable. I did not like the place nor did I like my job. Most of my teammates were wonderful and that certainly helped in easing a wee bit. But I abhorred the work, not that I was lazy but it all seemed alien to me, looked like we were unsuccessfully trying to build castles in the thin air.
It was good to see few friends of college being here in Bangalore and that too at my esteemed company. So I floundered for a while, struggled a lot, but finally I started doing what all so called geeks do , do a wee bit coding and take a long coffee break. Made new friends at newer place. Somehow started falling in love with this place and its residents. Move over Hyderabad, Bangalore rules over me, I started blurting soon.
And it was then I followed Dickens (Nah nothing to worry just wrote a creepy blog ‘bout tale of two cities).
As they life always turns full circle, some of my friends migrated to Hyderabad and there was slight temptation for me to do so as well.
But call it lack of opportunities; call it fate I stuck to buzzing Bangalore.
By now I am so well adapted to Bangalore and its much pooh poohed traffic, that now I am one of those few souls who really won’t mind a congested Hosur road.
It was Hosur Road which let me fall in love with creations of Mistries, Kunderas and Rushdies .Bus became new library for me, would see my co passengers dozing off or cursing traffic while I tried getting few more pages of another one by another master. And yeah there is something about company bus, variety is missed here.
All faces look equally harried, they all look eerily similar, hence I was never distracted, and did I ever say I loved observing people, but with variety being serious casualty I resorted to reading books.
Hmm again veering off the track. They say you know the worth of a thing when you are about to part with it and how true it is
I love you Bangalore and there is no diplomacy (all my life close ones have criticized me for it) here.
Where else would I see multitude of people pushing and shoving me even on an escalator, where else can I find a multiplex with record no. of screens still unable to Hand out one ticket to me. Crazy and freaky, ooh, and in lighter vein where else can you ogle without being reprimanded.
I guess my fingers can go on this creepy black key-board and I can never finish.
Dear Bangalore you are just what a life should be strange mix of heady feeling and earth shattering experiences, lot of fun and a lil heartburn .
You have handed out enough friends to me, some sure would continue to be good pals in future and some would wither away as time goes by.
By the end of day, you are just another city where men come and leave and some may say “Remember my good ol’ Bangalore , that city rocked and this creepy new place , well ppl out there were cultured and these creepy people do they ….???“ , cycle continues but a sojourn to a beautiful place comes to an end.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Another One falls prey to reservation
So finally I booked my ticket to say: Mama, I am coming home(ooh i Love Ozzy u know)”. But before mama breaks into a broad smile seeing her dear child in front of
Her, the child could see a faint smile playing on his face. Yeah child was me and smile, quite ironical my seat was not confirmed and I was in RAC.
Ok chap but that never is a reason to smile, right. Now face the fury of Mother Nature in a Non AC second class sleeper and that too waiting to lap up a seat.
What’s so funny about it? Any sensible person would admonish me and ask the same. Well suddenly the whole reservation hoopla seemed so relevant.
How do you feel to be an unreserved passenger in this world reserved for certain people? Yeah I felt the anguish, you would when you anticipate you’re being tossed around being tagged “UNRESERVED”. But still I managed a faint smile, being tossed around in a train is nothing when you know journey is for 36 hours and your agony would come to an end. And who knows you may still manage a seat courtesy some fellow passenger. My anguish is nothing compared to multitude of people who had dared to dream. Remember “I am young, I too have dreams” uttered by Rajeev Gandhi while being a gracious guest at White House.
True I may not be a casualty and thinking of posterity is something too much to ask. Yeah I have a lil sister and I do wish the best for her.
I worry for her and thousands of people stuck in a quagmire. But for God’s sake hunger strikes and suicide attempts are cowardly attempts and tell me whom would it benefit anyway. Strangely media too is ignoring what is turning out to be a burning issue. Media has been reduced to P3 reporters who would write pages about a celebrity dog wandering away and dear o dear celebrity shedding tears for her pyara kutta, coz it would make a chatpata news . People would pop their eyes out to read scandals and gossips. Link ups, break ups, phone calls and MMS have become much more important for media. And why not these stories sell like hot cakes. And now you have people like Rahul Mahajan hogging lime light. Shame on you so called source of restoring public conscience blah blah you media.
But I am an eternal optimist. Young people are good enough to bring back sanity to this mad world called India.
I sincerely hope they would succeed. Let all of us contribute in whatever part we can, and rather than remaining isolated and doing a hunger strike better we indulge in some meaningful talk. Bring ‘em to table and rationalize the matter. Let sanity and wisdom prevail here. World is going to be a better place for you and for me and for everyone else around us. Lobbying is the need of hour, put the pressure back on them, they won’t listen to these hunger strikes and all.
Her, the child could see a faint smile playing on his face. Yeah child was me and smile, quite ironical my seat was not confirmed and I was in RAC.
Ok chap but that never is a reason to smile, right. Now face the fury of Mother Nature in a Non AC second class sleeper and that too waiting to lap up a seat.
What’s so funny about it? Any sensible person would admonish me and ask the same. Well suddenly the whole reservation hoopla seemed so relevant.
How do you feel to be an unreserved passenger in this world reserved for certain people? Yeah I felt the anguish, you would when you anticipate you’re being tossed around being tagged “UNRESERVED”. But still I managed a faint smile, being tossed around in a train is nothing when you know journey is for 36 hours and your agony would come to an end. And who knows you may still manage a seat courtesy some fellow passenger. My anguish is nothing compared to multitude of people who had dared to dream. Remember “I am young, I too have dreams” uttered by Rajeev Gandhi while being a gracious guest at White House.
True I may not be a casualty and thinking of posterity is something too much to ask. Yeah I have a lil sister and I do wish the best for her.
I worry for her and thousands of people stuck in a quagmire. But for God’s sake hunger strikes and suicide attempts are cowardly attempts and tell me whom would it benefit anyway. Strangely media too is ignoring what is turning out to be a burning issue. Media has been reduced to P3 reporters who would write pages about a celebrity dog wandering away and dear o dear celebrity shedding tears for her pyara kutta, coz it would make a chatpata news . People would pop their eyes out to read scandals and gossips. Link ups, break ups, phone calls and MMS have become much more important for media. And why not these stories sell like hot cakes. And now you have people like Rahul Mahajan hogging lime light. Shame on you so called source of restoring public conscience blah blah you media.
But I am an eternal optimist. Young people are good enough to bring back sanity to this mad world called India.
I sincerely hope they would succeed. Let all of us contribute in whatever part we can, and rather than remaining isolated and doing a hunger strike better we indulge in some meaningful talk. Bring ‘em to table and rationalize the matter. Let sanity and wisdom prevail here. World is going to be a better place for you and for me and for everyone else around us. Lobbying is the need of hour, put the pressure back on them, they won’t listen to these hunger strikes and all.
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