I landed in Bangalore not being
airborne but from a second class sleeper coach of a roaring Indian railway
express. Bangalore City Railway station it read. The sky was full of Clouds, hence
that day was looking a bit dark gloomy. Holding tightly to my grey coloured
VIP-Alfa small suitcase and an MRF brown airbag, I took a deep breath of the
moist air. I was very much worried and nervous. The station was very crowded,
people were greeting each other, the loud voice of the vendors all dissolved
slowly into air. I got too worried, suddenly finding myself among unknown
faces, an unknown land and unknown languages. A lot of auto and taxi drivers were
coming and asking me, where I wanted to go, As if I was a missing child.
Restless eyes searched for the guy, Who promised me to see me on the platform.
I was clueless where to go. My asset included an SBI ATM card with 5000/-
rupees in it and books, many of them. My restless eyes struck to a distant face
and it brought me a smile to my face, a real satisfying smile of relief, joy.
It was the guy who was to see me.
Then he took me to a big bus
stand having many platforms and hundreds of running buses and moving crowd. We
were just placed inside a bus with both my hands on the holding bar, the bag on
my shoulder and the suitcase in my friend’s hand. It was stopping in many
places and many people were boarding the bus. From young men to old, from rich
well dressed to poor, from ladies to gents everybody were on board without caring
about the crowd and the seat availability. Keeping the suitcase down to give a
relief to his hand my friend asked me “So... What is your first impression on
Bangalore?” I was not at all happy and it was reflected on my face.But I had to
give him a smile. I was not in a situation to answer, rather my mind was full
of confusions, Questions and hopes !!! It was like a race of People having
different objectives different goals. As if everyone including the buses are
running out of time.
After crossing so many roads,
Building, flyovers, crosses, streets finally my friend noticed me to get down
after around one and half hours. I hated the overcast weather, noise, crowd,
big buses, heavy traffic. It was my first experience in any metro city. We
started walking towards the house from the bus stop, its near by just 1 km he
would say. We crossed level crossing, fields, muddy roads and my body almost
gave in to the weight of the bags. Finally the 3rd floor 1BHK apartment was at
sight. I smiled again with relief.
Since then I had no idea about
the time and it was moving very fast. In the evening I was called to a 'bakery'
by my friend. Bun samosa he ordered. Bun samosa was a luxury for me. I took a look
around. The place was surrounded by young people. Most of them were like me and
they had come to take a bet on the future. A job in IT. It did not take me long
neither to get used to the one kilometre walk down in the muddy road till the
bus-stop nor hating the bun samosa I considered a luxury. Time was flying and
luck was taking my side. And finally I had won the bet. Got a job before
running out of the 5000/- rupees, the only sum I had.
Ten years have
passed since then. Every time I try to break off, I have fallen in love with city
all over again. Her charm holds me in her arms and I feel fully devoted to her lust.
Now I seldom take that train, I get airborne. Now I seldom take the bus, I hire
cabs. Now I seldom eat bun samosa, I eat Pizza greedily, now I seldom hate the
overcast weather, I love it.
This city has given me luck,
charm, love, tears, smiles, friends and above all an identity. A respect in the
society and a voice of my own. She has spread joy on me. Whenever I think of
leaving her behind the past years play before my eyes. They play in slow motion
for me to realise that each sight was indeed a scene and I gulp it down my
soul. I smile at her and she smiles back at me. She is very open and silent.
She does not complain, does not demand. Rather She just waits for other lovers.
She is really Lovable...Love you Bangalore....