Bangalore Times

Well, it's about time I wrote something about this city.

Where do I start? There's so much here I don't know where to begin. To me, ten years from now, Bangalore will stand for money. This is the place that has given me a job, and my first salary. This is the place where I realised ATM cards don't 'make' money. And credit cards can belong to me as well. There's so much dough here.

But then, for anyone else, I suppose it stands for the same. Let me just step out of the money field and look at Bangalore a bit objectively. What comes my mind when I think of Bangalore? Pubs! Of course! And then.....coffee shops, pretty babes, fashion dressing, software firms, advertising agencies, and of course, the traffic.

More and more I think of the things bangalorish, the more and more I am surprised that Bangalore doesn't have an identity. Not one person who stands for this city. This city will always be the 'other' city.

There's no 'old' Bangalore. A lot of things happen here and yet, it seems stale. Like one huge play being enacted every single day, with varying intensity. And people feel comfortable knowing that there is permanence. That is probably why this city attracts so many people.

Do I like it here? Let me see......Right now, there's isn't much of a choice for me. But given a choice, would I still stay here? Well, all through my life, I have been living in places where crossing the road was the principal source of entertainment. Places where the very idea of paying thirty bucks for a coffee beckons images of armageddon. This is a sudden and nice change! I like the pace here. Not fast, mind you, but customized. You want to go slow, just go slow. People just don't bother what you do! Probably the reason why Bangalore has no identity is because everyone's an individual here. To each, his own.