Namma Bengaluru, My time at The City of Gardens

Spending seven years out of my home has left me with a strange confidence which has lead me to strange desires, desires to explore more,  to dig into new places, to learn different cultures, languages and values. When one such opportunity landed in front of me, I grabbed it with all my might. It was a chance to be at a place I had never been to, Bangalore, the City of Gardens. The home-town of my first crush, The Wall, not of China of course. So, just the thought of it was pretty amusing to me. Amongst all the confusion to go by train or flight, I finally winded up booking a train to Bangalore with one of my friends as a companion. It got even more exciting for all the love of trains I share with Sheldon Cooper ;)

On the day of travel, I reached at the railway station; as soon as I boarded the train, I got my things to the places they belonged, grabbed all sorts of snacks, drinks and a book to jump to my upper berth as early as I could. There is no feeling in the world better than sitting at the upper berth like a King (Queen I mean ;)) with nothing to do with all the adjustments going on lower berths or all the vendors passing by, time and again. It was a 36 hours journey but the time passed pretty quickly. As I got off the train after the longest train journey I ever had, I paused at the platform for a moment to see if I had that dizzy feeling or the earth moving beneath my feet. But I felt nothing, train’s journey agrees with me I suppose.

It was pretty late at night so I stayed at a friend’s place to regain the stamina so I could search for a place for myself the next day.  Amazingly, next day I had to report to my office and find a PG as well. So, I had everything planned in my mind the night before. The place I was staying was pretty far away from my office so instead of coming back to take my luggage I decided to take it with me and look for the PG in the morning itself before reporting to the office.

I got up early and left for my search of a new home. Boarded a local bus but could not find myself a seat so I kept swaying from one corner of the fully crowded bus to another but it could not lessen my enthusiasm for the new place I was in. I was pretty amused to see female bus conductor and kept smiling at her out of my amusement. She smiled back probably on my flittering movements with each and every turn all through various hallis of Bangalore. Somehow I managed to reach at my destination, Kundanahalli. Luckily I had a friend living in the same locality. With advanced technology, adjusting to entirely new place has become really convenient. You can get all the details with assistance in a nick of time. I had got the details of few PGs one day before and got to explore the first one on my list. The owner was a really nice lady with most beautiful smile. With a minimal list of my requirements, I finalized the very first PG I saw.

Two months passed pretty quickly. It was far too less to explore a city like Bangalore. But still I tried my best to at least capture the beauty of it. I met some amazing people, age-old friends, tried delicious Punjabi food at Kapoor’s Café, the scrumptious Poha-Jalebi of Bikaner Sweets, laser tag at IAmGame, morning walk at Cubbon Park that somehow lasted till the evening :P, danced on a giant piano at Visvesvaraya Museum, had first had experience of kayaking, paint ball, back floating, driving ATV bike at FeverPitch, karaoke at Innovative Filmcity, and even roamed around the streets of Bangalore in the middle of the night that too without any male escort, that’s something I could not even think of exhibiting in North.

And of course, the internship which gave me this opportunity, I will definitely post my detailed internship experience in my next post. The city of Bangalore brought with itself some memorable moments which I will cherish until my next visit, till then Aish Maadi J