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Bangalore Diary

Posted: June 10, 2011 in happiness
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I have already been to Bangalore once, that was for an official trip for just a couple of days. The trip was one among the few of my official trips to South Indian cities including Hyderabad, Chennai, and Mumbai, if you count it along. I had heard a lot about Bangalore from my any-branch-B.Tech-working-in-IT friends, now it was time to experience on my own. During my this first visit, I was impressed by the Bangalore’s infrastructure, especially the Airport and the road connecting it to the main city. But, the joy of that that infrastructural eye soothing experience ended when I got stuck up in a traffic jam. The agony got intensified when I asked driver to put on some Hindi or English song to kill time, you could guess his reply to this scrimpy request of mine. Due this very short visit, I could only meet  one friend, he asked me to come to some Garuda Mall. The Garuda Mall was such a disappointment, both in terms of its food court and crowd, also it ended as soon as it started. As was accustomed to visiting Great India Palace Mall in Noida, and Delhi-NCR crowd, you know what I mean. The return journey from office to Airport was even worse, I just not only got stuck up in the traffic jam but the cab driver took some of my already-late-for-flight time for petrol refill and his own pleasure of peeing.

I got a mixed opinion from my other friends with  whom, I later discussed my Bangalore visit, though some of them were furious for not meeting or calling them. Some of them said, it takes time to settle, once you are, you would fall in love with the city. Another opinion came about the difference of being in Northern and Southern part of Bangalore. As I have been to northern part, people said southern part has more of North Indian feel to it.

Now after about one year, I have to live here in Bangalore for two months for internship. I got accommodated in IIM B for two reasons one you can get ultra-high speed internet (Indian Standard) for free and second there were others lost souls like me one the campus. Initial one week was such a pain in the arse, the toughest part was the hunt for right mode of public transport to my office, 10 KM away. I was accustomed to Delhi’s blue buses, wherein the conductors could come and call you from your home, if he could and the Delhi metro, where you can easily find a map (written both in Hindi and English) on any metro station. The nemesis for the first week was the Bus plates having inscription in Kannada, and ready-to-loot auto drivers. Sometime I wonder , when the Karnataka government is trying to promote Bangalore why not used a second language, here I would promote English as a second language because I know a mere mention of Hindi would create a political debacle. My arguments is fortified by the ever rising number of immigrants in Bangalore from other state.

However, when I got settled in the second week, the first thing about Bangalore which I fall in love with is its weather, it’s all like a one big central air condition for the whole city. I would say it’s the best metro city in India to spend your summers in. Also, the IIMB is situated at such a strategic location that you could find everything just with a kilometer to two; good food, multiplexes, malls and places to chill. The life is good in Bangalore provided you are in a good company of people, which I were in at IIMB. The factor which weigh more over other is that you could have sound peaceful sleep in the prime summer month of May without installing an AC, which I could never have experienced in Delhi. People here in Bangalore are friendly and once you know how to deal with auto-drivers; a small tip here never ask autowalas how much they will charge just tell the destination and hop in, he would automatically resort to meter. I was happy to be in Bangalore as I was staying in Kozhikode and there are no good places to have fun here in Kozhikode, were I am back again.

Now, I would agree to the friend of mine who told me, it takes some time to settle in Bangalore, but once you are settled you would love the city. I don’t know whether this statement is true for all new cities or just the Bangalore. I like Bangalore and I would  miss IIMB, KFC, Subway, McD, Purple Haze, Hyderabadi Biryani, Cinepolis, Gopalan Cinemas, M.G. Road, Church Street, and above all the city Bangalore.



Posted: January 26, 2011 in dreams, happiness, uncetainty

कुछ खालीपन है, कुछ अकेलापन भी,

शायद किसी का इंतज़ार है, पर किसका

उस रेत का जो कभी हाथ मे न टिकी

उस लहर का जो कभी तट के ऊपर न उठी

पर कब तक, आखिर कब तक

खालीपन मे अपनी गहराई हैं, आकाश की तरह

एक खाई है, पर्वत की उचाई है

आगे जाना है और जीना है, बस यही जिंदिगी है

What else one need than a reclining chair by the side of a beach and a mug of chilled beer? Some of you may say a hot blonde; well keep your perverted minds out for a while. Chilled beer coupled with the tender blows of sea breeze will give you shivers down your spine and you feel like walking on the air. The soothing sound of the vibrant sea waves feels nothing less than a symphony. The experience is heightened when you are in the company of your best pals. There is no denying the fact that the moments are picture perfect and the experience can only be called in Barney Stinson words as legendary.

In this moment of bliss, whether it is the alcohol or the charm of the breeze, you can’t resist your mind wandering and portraying pictures of your seemingly glorious future. In this picturesque portrayal you own a beach house. The picture of the beach house is complete with a barbeque, wherein you cook your own catch. A pool table, a minibar, a heated pool, a mini golf course and a sports car adds few more stars to your beach house.

Such a mind blowing photo of the perfect house eventually starts turning into that of the dream home and you starts missing that someone special or may be many more specials. You start missing the tender touch, the soothing smell, and those intimate moments of yours. You are then absorbed by the comforting imagination of a walk down the beach with sea waves gently playing with bare feet of you both. You close your eyes to make the moment an eternal one, guess what, you see that someone right there ready to embrace you with her open arms. She looks like an angle bearing her loving smile, with her silk like hairs flowing with the breeze. You just extent your hands to touch her and realises that she is not there. You start missing her more. This missing is the most engrossing feeling having tints of desire, love, pleasure, helplessness, and many more complex emotions experienced by us mortals. Such bouquet of mixed feelings brings a smile on your face with a streak of sadness within. The feeling of sadness disguised within the smile makes you crave more, but out of your helplessness you end up quenching your thirst with that leftover beer.

The Auspicious Rain

Posted: October 1, 2009 in dreams, happiness, Love, Romance, youth

Rain was at its pinnacle that day. I left my apartment, half drenched, criticizing my own decision of not buying an umbrella previous day. I anyhow managed to reach the cab spot, and stayed under a tree to keep myself as dry as I can. I was cursing the ominous untimely rain and the cab driver for not being on time. I was annoyed by unsuccessful attempts of keeping myself dry, while scratching sound of passing vehicles were contributing to my agony. Finally, the sight of the silver TATA Indica and its blinking right indicator light brought my agony to rest. I hopped in the cab the very second it came to rest on its wheels.

Reaching my destination, I hurried into the building to save the embarrassment of wearing a shirt gone translucent. Running down the stairs, I saw her, The Window Girl, she was there sitting at her spot. Her fingers were rapidly tapping on her keyboard, in a way a pianist plays her piano. I only saw her frail but determine fingers, as I was in a hurry. Thankfully, she didn’t notice me and I anyhow managed to save the embarrassment. I rushed to the men’s room and dried myself up to an extent I can and was ready to take my routine delighting journey down the stairs.

While moving down the stairs, slower than normal as I didn’t want to disturb her or you can say I wanted to buy more time for my eyes. That experience was different that usual, she was looking different; I don’t know whether it was my own perception or she really was. My eyes were entangled in her unclipped wet hairs, which were running down along her face partially resting on her soldiers. Those fibrils of silk were entangled and cuddled against each other, symbolizing a union of departed souls. I just noticed a fibril, which was resting against her cheeks, but was hindering her sight. She, being unaware of my presence, in a very delicate swing of her right hand moved the fibril and tucked it along her right ear. This innocent act of her took my attention to her cam and composed face; she was still busy with her work. She looked gorgeous to me, either out of her simplicity, or my eyes were biased. 

Lost in her beauty, I couldn’t realize that I was on the last stair and was about to fall out of my own negligence. I any how averted the fall, moved to my place. At that moment, I again asked the same question, “Why do we have limited stairs?”

Anyhow, that seemingly ominous rain had made me an auspicious day. Will I be able to curse rain again?

Is satisfaction salvation?

If yes, then what actually satisfaction is?

It’s the big question which has to be answered before even defining salvation.

In order to find a solution to the big question and to quench my intellectual thirst, I started pricking my dormant mechanical half brain. During the course of my intellectual escapade a voice confronted me and before I could determine the origin of the voice, the words of the voice shook me up. The voice was that of my own sensitive second half. It says, “Aman, nothing can satisfy you. You were born unhappy, you lived unhappy and you will die unhappy”.

My mechanical brain wondered how its own counterpart can utter such harsh words. But in the hindsight the mechanical half brain knows in absolute conviction that the statement made by the sensitive half was in its true spirit. Knowing the profoundness of the statement and out of childlike restlessness the mechanical half provided argument to clarify the actual gravity associated with these words. Moreover, the mechanical half wants to justify, as always, the dissatisfaction with logic and reasoning and counter argue the symbiosis established between two big animals “satisfaction” and “happiness”.

In order to prove its point the mechanical brain after applying all permutation combinations tossed a question: is it possible to be happy out of dissatisfaction? This startled the sensitive half.

The mechanical half further added, if one gets satisfied at a meager age of 22 what about hunger to make a difference. What about innovations and zesty living. What if our forefathers were satisfied under Neolithic Age then there would not be any fire. Extrapolating this example to the present era, the mechanical half further added, one might not be enjoying life which one is enjoying today with skyscrapers, supersonic jets and super computers. How can one justify access to plethora of information just by a click of mouse? Just imagine an era without a photocopy machine, and then connect to scene portraying the rush at the photocopier a day before the exam. Had the man who invented photocopies was satisfied with manual copying then the present luxury which most of us enjoy by sleeping or reading Harry Potter in class would have been vanished long ago.

The mechanical brain presented his case under the influence of its own ingrained eternal desires and dreams. For mechanical brain, satisfaction is opposite of desires. I know many of you will not buy this philosophy. I don’t even expect you to do that, but I would like you to make your own and follow the same.

The mechanical brain gave its final blow came saying, “The day one is satisfied and contended, with no more desires and dreams, the very day will be the day of eternal utopia and believe me the very day one will achieve nirvana, but the same day will bring whole word at an stand still. But, then what is the point in living?”

I found my sensitive brain stripped of answers. But the question: Is it possible to be happy out of dissatisfaction, is still open. The mechanical brain is under unending quest of finding an affirmative answer supported by logic and reasons.