Redemption Bangalore


Bangalore is a curse ! Sorry !! Yes it definitely is .

It took me 2 hours and 45 minutes to reach home today. The only mistake I did was to miss the office cab at 5 PM and take a normal bus at 5:30 PM opposite Prestige Tech Park(PTP).

Wait ! Did I say one bus. I took 3 in total, getting off one, getting on to another.

I begin to realize what a huge blunder it is to miss the office cab when I reach the PTP gates. It is simply impossible to cross the Outer ring road during the evening hours.There is no over head bridge, no traffic police than can man the traffic and all people do is blindly charge on to the on coming traffic.

There have been many days when I have stood dazed waiting for the traffic to clear. But then I eventually end up rushing past the traffic.
Last evening it took one hour to cross the ORR and the same today too. I would believe it is due to the Diwali rush with people leaving the city .

The last lag of the journey back home needs a special mention. There have been many days where I remembered the scene from Swadesh , Shahrukh sitting on a village muddy bus amongst other villagers.

I avoid costly autos and settle for private bus that ply to Kanakpura road and that is where the fun begins. On Many days I have asked myself “Where the hell am I sitting”. How the hell am I wasting time. Because these buses don’t move until the driver manages to fill up his bus with villagers .So all he does is play a crappy Kannada movie to keep the occupants engaged while he fills the bus. Ya the Jinka Marina kinds..

Would you believe there have been days where I even begin to enjoy the crap he plays. I even went on to ask some one one day what movie was playing .lol!!!
And then there was a day when the driver got out and fetched fresh veggies from the Banashankari market for his home, leaving the bus on the road.

Or stopping mid way and collecting the fare for tickets.

Leaving you with a pic I took in the bus today.

Yes these are my fellow friends on the bus – the ones that string flowers, the ones that sell drumsticks and thota koora 🙂

But then in spite of my pitiable condition, there was a new thought playing in my head – as to how the lady taking it home would fill it with water because her area has water shortage and that I was atleast lucky that we in the apartment have a water tanker to fill the water

I think I will make a great social activist – what with my great connection with the grass root level !

Do you have plans to move back to India. No !!! DON’T !! Never chose Bangalore .

Because this ain’t a garden city anymore. Its a garbage city!

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