buzz - 2

          (Journey Continues…..) Entering the bathroom, I found the sanitary closets very neat and decent. Enjoying hot water bath on a Bangalore climate is always an ecstatic pleasure. It has been an hour since I went inside the bathroom and my mom started shouting and banging the bathroom doors. Putting an end to an hour’s bath and not able to bear my mom’s denounce I came out of the bathroom unenthusiastically. Dressing me up, we started to my aunt’s place in the same car after having our breakfast at the same place where we stayed.

          My aunt stayed at a place called “MURUGESH PALYA”. This place is approximately 10 kilo meters from this hotel. The driver having started his car, the first thing he encountered was the RED light in the nearest traffic signal. Having left out with no other options, the driver joined the long queue of people who had only heads and no brains. The signal made us wait for nearly a minute. I casually grabbed a look to find what is on around me. IT people thronging the AC buses, students racing their bikes, the ordinary government bus emanating smoke more than what a factory chimney does, the road-side shop keepers preparing themselves for the day’s living and beggars whiling their time out. I learnt from all these scenes that this place is as busy as any place in India. The wait came to an end with the red light of the signal turning green. The driver guided the car through the intolerable traffic to the needed destination.

          The first thing that caught the glimpse of my eyes were the Branded shops and super markets that surrounded the place leaving people puzzled as to where and what is to be purchased. Trust me guys, MARATHAHALLI has got largest collections of all textile and all footwear brands that exists reasonably good. This is a kind of area where people can buy stuffs ranging from 10rs to 100000rs of respective mould. The car neared the tail end of the market lane down MARATHAHALLI and I turned back to take a look at the length that the market ran for. That very picture left me amused as it ran for about a couple of kilo meters.

          Crossing by MARATHAHALLI the next thing that waited to get kissed by my eyes is the Old Airport Road that connects MARATHAHALLI with Bangalore Proper. This road gifts you with sheer pleasure of driving along except for the intolerable traffic congestion. People when you get a chance don’t miss out this stretch. A Couple of kilo meters from MARATHAHALLI lead to the Prestigious HINDUSTHAN AERONAUTICS LIMITED (HAL). This place is always busy testing flights, gliders, helicopters and other aero bodies, which contribute greatly to “THE NOISY AND BUSY MARATHAHALLI”.

          The territory of MURUGESHPALYA started off with a gigantic mall called the TOTAL MALL. I found only a handful of people doing all the shopping and the rest doing all the seeing which is very pre-dominant in many parts of the city ([: P]). Crossing by the mall, the very next buildings I encountered was the PIZZA HUT shop and the DOMINOS pizza shop which defined the BANGALORE LAZINESS. These places were crowded more than a class V in quite a famous school would be. This very view did not surprise me a lot for I already knew that these kinds of hi-fi cosmopolitans are highly adultered as people always prefer LAZINESS TO LUXURY which many a times are misinterpreted.

          My aunt’s house was situated on a perpendicular road that connected the peripheral parts of the locality with the main road. The area was breath taking. It had trees all along the roads, vegetable markets, grocery shops, spa, salon, hospital, restaurant, school which I felt apt for a perfect life style. One of the side lanes led us to a meadow where my aunt resided. The apartment was humungous, calm, serene, exuberant and lovely. This very apartment stole all my attention that I lost in it and took a long time to come out of its impact. Stepping into my aunt’s house I found the interior to be exotic as well. I had a skim at all rooms which were spread along a lavish area. Before catching up a quick chat with all my family members, I took a look at the rear side of the building from the balcony that caught everybody’s attention.

          The very picture I saw kindled a kind of anger in me. Yes, what I saw was a SLUM where people failed to meet at even the basic requisite of living. Children standing bare left aloof, playing on the dirt and mud, women contributing the long queues for potable water, men sitting doing nothing showing no signs of improvement on their plights and that is where I thought “ONLY THE COST OF LIVING HAS IMPROVED AND NOT THE STANDARDS”. Registering this pity scene on my mind I proceeded towards my family members to catch up a little chat of all the recent past events that flashed through the life span.

          Having enjoyed the splendid hospitality of my aunt, we started for a place called “LAL BAGH”. Though this splendiferous garden is a ten kilo meter away from here, it took one and a half hour for us to reach there. Driving through the roads of Bangalore is more a test for the temperament you possess. We reached the destination, parked the car and the very panorama that struck my eyes struck through my eye brows. What could it be?!? …. Keep guessing as the journey will continue…

HOME AWAY FROM HOME

             “ANAITHUKO  NAMASKARA”   (Guess what? it has got close relation with the topography that I had intended to speak about in this post).  Before I get into talking all that I have for you guys, I would like to go forth with a broad smile and thank every one of you who are always ready to spend your valuable time reading all my nonsense. Indeed, you are all the spine of this blog and I start this post with an earnest announcement of entertaining you to the extent possible in all my forth coming posts. Thank you for all the support rendered at your end and always seeking a continued patronage.

          (Sshh!! Back to the topic)   A couple of days back I started reviewing my blog so as to spot some of the errors that I could avoid in my future posts, I found the posts to resemble a PERSONAL LETTER to all my dear ones and so I thought of touching up on topics that could earn me some of more outsiders (readers) without restricting the posts amongst the writer and the intended or portrayed character. Having decided to go in for a topic of general interest, the first thing that struck my mind was to take you guys through the lanes of the place where I earn my living.

          Receiving my offer letter towards the tail end of August, 2011, I learnt that I had been posted in Bangalore (the silicon valley of south) where I had to stay and serve the organization. Mixed emotions ruled the entire body. Was HAPPY that I am going to a place from where my parents’ place is easily accessible with, was SAD that I need to depart my parents within a short span of time, was FRUSTRATED that the firm gave me only a meager time for me to relocate leaving behind my accommodation details clueless. To my surprise, HAPPINESS always dominated in me for no reason and found that it was due to the kind of option I was blessed with. Yes all the credit goes to BANGALORE, the much hyped, the much dreamt, the much valued, the much respected city of INDIA. As soon as I realized that my near future is to be spent in Bangalore, I picturized Bangalore like how a perennial part of BRAZIL would look like. With much expectation as that of a Debutant Software Engineer I headed for “The Garden City- BANGALORE, the now BENGALURU”. That entire night Bangalore ran across the entire cells of my neuron flashing ecstasy all over.

          Getting my tickets booked well in advance, packing all the requisites and basic amenities, I started for Bangalore in a Private Travel Service. My shoes kissed the speck of dusts on the Bangalore soils on the dawn of 15^th September, 2011, the most memorable day which saw my maiden trip to Bangalore. As soon as I landed on the BENGALURU sand I realized I saw only the “***” in BRAZIL ahead of me and found the “ZIL” in “BRAZIL” sinking [: P]. I got down at a place called “KALAASIPALAYAM” which serves as a depot for almost all the leading Private Travel Services. Thankfully, my dad had a cab booked well in advance for picking us up to a hotel from this very place that avoided the necessity of bargaining to SENSELESS auto drivers in the city who demanded almost 0.01% of an average monthly salary of an IT employee for riding you through the nasty roads of the city less than a kilometer.

          The cab driver was so nice to us and he threw some light on the topography of the city from a very broader perspective. It was nearly a 25 km journey from “KALAASIPALAYAM” to the hotel “SHANTHI SAGAR” which was located by a place called “MARATHAHALLI”. This place is considered the medial for four different places called “WHITE FIELD, SILKBOARD, HEBBAL, MG ROAD” as it has got all the necessary facilities of getting to all the above mentioned places in a jiffy. Trust me the moment I got to see the place, for a while I thought this was one calm, neat, serene place to live in (Note: the clock ticked half past six the very moment).  We stepped into the Hotel room and shred all the baggage down and started relaxing a while. Done with a nap, I was instructed to take bath and get ready to make it to my aunt’s place as we had already fixed an appointment to meet her the very day we land there. Reluctantly, I drew the towel out of the draw and thought of having a casual peep through the hotel window and was taken aback for the sight I saw(Note: the clock ticked half past eight). The road was jam packed with all possible mode of transportation that existed on earth except the non-feasible trains, flights, ships on roads. The pedestrians were left with no space to cross the ever-busy roads of the junction. As soon as the traffic signal was released all the vehiclists raced the vehicles towards their respective destinations as if they are going to be gifted with BAGS OF MONEY for whoever makes it first. Of the race, the Government belonged BMTC Volvo AC bus wins, emanating “DEATH ANGELS” threat among all other competitors. That bus does not carry a gear and so the drivers drive those buses with at most ease like they driving a SCOOTY (moped, without gear mechanism).

          My mom shouted, “Late Ayrum da , Kelambu”(Start now or else things will be delayed). Carrying this disappointing scene with me, I entered the bathroom to have a dip.

                   Watch out this space to learn more about BANGALORE and the living style here. Journey to be conitued…..