A few years ago, I had an email conversation with my friends regarding life in Bangalore. Most were of the opinion that it was just too trashy and mundane a life and that the main reason for that was the city itself. I had more or less concurred with those thoughts there. But many days and months after, I think I’ve slowly started coming into terms with Bangalore.
I come from a sleepy suburb of the small city of Trivandrum, with all its old world charm. Compared to Bangalore, the hustle-bustle, the traffic and the noise is almost non-existent there. So I was brought up, being used to a bit of peace and quiet. The transition to the metro life of Bangalore was quick, and it wasn’t a very easy one. It was like you had gone fishing beside a serene lake and then suddenly getting kicked into a Metallica concert.
One thing Bangalore gave to me (and a lot of us) is freedom - financially and otherwise. Used and misused it, and in the meanwhile enjoyed it a lot. It gave me new meanings to life and allowed me to see things in other dimensions. I appreciated all that but still it never felt like home. I could never imagine a settled life here. There was always a feeling that I was a stranger in a strange place.
But that was some time ago, and time changes perspectives. I spent last week in my dear own Trivandrum celebrating Onam with my family. It was good, but strangely for the first time really, I started badly missing Bangalore - the congestion, the traffic, the crowds and everything associated with it. That was when the realization came that I had indeed accepted Bangalore as my new home. Bangalore has now become the routine, and Trivandrum the (welcome) aberration. They say home is where the heart is… I guess I have learnt to give some part of my heart to Bangalore… 3 years down the line.
September 9th, 2009 at 6:38 pm
i had the same feelings…it was a phase of life when i actually panicked…home didnt seem like home anymore?? wasn’t there something wrong with that?? but then i realised that its a part of growing up..of life in general - detachment…:-)..once you come to terms with that, its a lot more easier..
but, you missing Blore is something strange..cuz you always loved Tvm so much and blore never…hmmn…well…guess, all’s for the good..:-)…
enjoy your time at Blore…its a really bful place…you’ll miss it only when you’re gone from there…trust me !!
God..when am i ever gonna miss Dubai !! : P
September 9th, 2009 at 10:29 pm
“It was like you had gone fishing beside a serene lake and then suddenly getting kicked into a Metallica concert. ” hahahha nice ..
well … hmmm i dont know.. if i miss any place or memories… hmm
used to be a time i missed chennai a lot… thats away… hmmm
aHA! i come from a gipsy hippy family… err a banker…
we nomads roamed around everywhere… smoking weed , cooking fresh jungle hen… LOL … jk
As a matter of fact… i too have missed all the places i have spend time… its jes … i never spend there so long to cherish so many memories…:)
But albeit all that… i have made so many friends .. esp the kind u know… u dont have to call or check up… u jes know … when time comes … and thought comes … u will hear a call… jes when u think abt the person
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\FOOOOOOOOOOOOOKING PAIN!!!!!!!!
September 11th, 2009 at 5:25 pm
First @EsPrEsSo.. Oh you know why u missed Banglore don’t ya??
It’s the crowd.. The Divas around you…
Getting a strange nostalgic feeling abt B’lore now..
I miss B’lore..
I miss PG.. I miss kozhikkoodu… I miss all of you guys..
Hmmm.. I’m having a sort of ‘Miss-o-mania’ these days..
It’s like you are all set to embark on a journey.. Hating the thought of settling there… A lot of unknown fears…
And then it all happens so seamlessly that blink! it’s time to say goodbye…
September 14th, 2009 at 12:11 pm
Good one! Can relate to it!