My city has changed so much. I'm forced to shorten the checklist, shrink my expectations, conjure up new defences. But some things are paved deep into Bangalore's twisted 40th-Cross-12th Main- 1A Cross-roads. Some barely noticeable things that make all the difference, like the red chutney in the masala dosa.
Rain and the odd embarrassment about carrying an umbrella, CO smell in hair, fanless cool breeze, probably illegal super fast broadband, the pleasure of even buying chillies, switching rapidly between 4 languages, the sweet anticipation of a large family spooning boondi onto bisibelebath in my house, neighbour blasting Michael Jackson and AR Rahman back to back, north Bangalore and south Bangalore competition, street dogs that might take over the world. The traffic jam gripe that is more annoying than the traffic jam.
As long as one of these exists every day, it's a home I can decide to live in.
Rain and the odd embarrassment about carrying an umbrella, CO smell in hair, fanless cool breeze, probably illegal super fast broadband, the pleasure of even buying chillies, switching rapidly between 4 languages, the sweet anticipation of a large family spooning boondi onto bisibelebath in my house, neighbour blasting Michael Jackson and AR Rahman back to back, north Bangalore and south Bangalore competition, street dogs that might take over the world. The traffic jam gripe that is more annoying than the traffic jam.
As long as one of these exists every day, it's a home I can decide to live in.
1 comment:
Tell me about it. Our dear Bangalore is not the same anymore.
Looking forward to reading more blog posts
Cheers
Praveen
(Subramani)
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