Sunday, November 16, 2008

Nothing remains same


Somehow beauty of bangalore seems more obvious when there has being a slight drizzle and there is this lazy atmosphere all over. Today morning bangalore seemed like the old banaglore i knew of.
The route my bus takes is thru that ulsoor, mg rd, trinity circle and rest everyone knows.It probably rained overnight, Monday morning is obviously the laziest of mornings and with this cloudy climate just makes me want to snuggle back into my razai.
I was talking about my bus route, now it vaguely resembles the old days, with still some of the gulmohar trees intact and i have no idea what are the other trees that are lined up on either sides of the roads. Saw couple of school buses on the way kids looking really drousy and with hardly any enthu to go to school :).
Things changed so quickly in the same bus route. One place the rain made the place look beautiful and another place as soon as we enter vivek nagar felt rain just increased the filth there and ofcourse no more trees to be seen.
Trees are apparently replaced with shabbily built appartments on one side to a huge slum area on the other. Eventually we enter koramangala, there are few trees left but the roads get busier, too much honking everywhere and above the honking that irrating sound of the indicator on my bus.It just gets worse as we cross the silk board junction and joining the ocean of hosur traffic.With the half built flyover the place is a real mess.
Now its not that I am too keen to reach the office early, I dont mind the wait since am too engrossed in the book am reading but really I wish the drive was pleasant.I dont think this problem is specific to bangalore, so many people and so much less place to accomodate them. Was watching bachna ae haseeno yest, Ranbir says that in swiss the ratio of cattle and man is 10:1. How I wish most places on world would be like that, except NY please that place needs that buzz to make it beautiful.
To add to this whole road saga, we have our infy bus stop as well, so many people. Its as if I have arrived at the railway station. Just that there is no escape here.

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