bengalooru

Just back from Bangalore.....or was it bengalooru. i wouldnt have cared less. The building arent that high, and cast no shadows on the sesame street sized roads.
To borrow words of Jug Suraiya, 'its a small town dressed in a city's overcoat'. Its green ok.....a relief from the mundane grey of Mumbai. The public transport sucks, and i have the highest respect for the postal employees there.

Ninth block, 11th main, 9th cross, door no 121.
Its worse than searching for a cricketer in his all whites at a hindu funeral.

'Bomanahalli Circle' i said at the prepaid rickshaw counter, Bangalore Airport.
'Rs.150 sar, won ana haalf, after 9 na'. Wo KK , when you cant speak Kannada, its a bargain.
After 35 mins of enduirng a G-Force of 7.5 g, i reached my intended place of stay.

The weather was amazing, surprised Shrdh, who by the way has an amazing place there, which were the only saving graces of my trip.
The intended reason for travel didnt materialise, as the interview panel managed to grill me on something i should'nt have said. The altercation with the rick-wallah has left a sour taste, the flavours of which still make their presence felt from time to time. After 5 days was back in Mumbai and boy, was i glad.

Whatever its called, i am glad to be back in mumbai.
Am too attached to the filth around here, the beggars with an attitude,
not to forget the rickwallas who sit on the freaking edge of their seat, leaving enough space for 2 well fed aunties to play garba.

As of now, i still love this garbage dump of mine.