Sunday, January 20, 2013

Benga'lured

Yes, i'm getting lured to namma bengaluru.

While in mumbai, we were discussing various options of places we could move to. Of all places we had an option to go to, we wanted to chose a place that would give us both some time . The last three years have passed us by in a whirlwind, mostly without each other. We've stolen moments from the craziness. Bengaluru seemed very exciting. New land, somewhere neither of us had stayed for long, a completely different language that will take some time to learn, new work, coming away from our comfort zones we had created. We didn't know what to expect and that itself was exciting. 

The beginnings weren't auspicious. but not bad either. We lost some things and we found them. The city gave us a difficult and cold welcome. But then gradually it's warmed our hearts. 


I have time in my hands now, so i cook every day..I experiment cuisines , something i couldn't do in mumbai and absolutely enjoy. I love spending time at home, a place that feels like home already. Even when we found the completely empty house , we both liked from the moment we set eyes on it. Now, bit by bit, we're setting up our little corners, comfort zones. On a completely different note, i practically have spent my first four weekends looking for furniture and can proudly boast of knowing the make, design and prices for every furniture store. Call it beginners luck, i have gotten one of the best deals in town. 




I love the morning jog .I love the evening walk.  I love the greenery. I love getting lost in the lanes and have no purpose to find anything or anyone. I love it when the dogs know me already and wag their tails and the proud owners nod and smile.  I love reading "the hindu". I love the south indian fare everywhere. And i have found a perfect place for amazing gupchup, something i missed in mumbai badly. And he gives me an awesome smile and extra sukha pooris in the end. No one will understand the bliss except a true gupchup connoisseur. I love learning the new words and feel delighted on getting the words right. I love buying vegetables, fresh from the streets. 

And most importantly i feel good. The restlessness, lack of purpose, disillusionment is moving into the background for now. Even though the workload keeps increasing,  there's an excitement of doing new things. I cant decide if it is the city, the weather or just the decision to reclaim my life. The feeling of claustrophobia, of living on the edges is gradually fading. And we both are making time to have great conversations, the long drawn debates, crosswords, reading poetry and books together. Just makes me realise how much the witch took from both of us.  Also there are certain components that i absolutely do not miss. Just can't talk about those in a public forum. Let's call them Bombs of Mumbai (BOM). Dears BOMs, i did not realise how much of my energy and time was being leeched because of the unnecessary discussions, expectations. Also, the self blame and corresponding guilt to measure up to unrealistic expectations was so very unwarranted. i miss the energy of the city sometimes, but only tiny winy some times. The rest of the time, i'm still revelling walking the streets of the new city.

We both are nomads at heart, so we know no place will hold us charmed for long. Even the most perfect place will loose it's sheen in a while, not because there's anything wrong with the place but because the restlessness will seep in, the wanderlust will begin, the feet will itch to go to another place.

But for now, this feels like home.

Except the autowallahs, who literally give people nightmares,as of now,this is the perfect city . 

Nanu bengaluru pritisuttene. 

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Tipping point?

The earth is round you see,
There is no tipping point.

you walk to what you think is the horizon
and then it's a race to the other one

It never ends, the cycle

You start something new
It becomes old
and then you do it in a new way
or start something new

you think you've reached
the limits of disintegration
and suddenly you're whole
with new depth, new height

We were someone once
today we are someone else
some days we find the one
we lost in the many ones

the world will end some day
and then there will be another
there is no tipping point
no end

only beginnings, of another cycle
another life
another journey