Namma Bengaluru

Namma Bengaluru

                 People have commented on how my trip to Bangalore was nothing but a waste. A waste of money that I could have used elsewhere, a waste of time I could have spent completing my degree and a waste of work when I could have been doing other things. To those people I have to disagree completely.              
  Bangalore taught me how to live, how to laugh and how to love. In the faces of the people of Bangalore I saw my fate; in their eyes I saw my family; and in the heart of Bangalore I saw my motherland. In Bangalore I was saw the utmost hopes for humanity that raises one’s own heart to the sky. While I also saw the failings of humanity and what needed to be changed for our own society to survive.            
   In Bangalore I learned my purpose, found my own courage in life and discovered the essence of my soul. In spice filled streets and grand gardens my mind exploded with idea and thought. On lonely red dirt roads and green coconut groves my imagination soared. Upon high terraces from which the city stretched far out below me to the sunlit horizons I could fly.              

     My mornings were spent among family; permeated with the sounds of the chanted Vedas to awaken the Lord from his slumber. In the afternoon, the sound of the bustling and crowded streets, hawkers and beggars following my every step and the welcome sight of friends in college and on their way to work. The evening was signaled by the sounds of conchs from temples that dotted the city, the muzens call from atop the tall towers of mosques and the church bells ringing for Saint John and Saint George. The rains would come and wash away the days filth; bringing new life to the city as it lit up in a beautiful neon daze.              

   Life was never boring. Life in Bangalore is grand whether one was the utmost pauper or the richest businessman. Festivals and shows, sights galore, always smiling faces to meet; Bangalore is a welcome home to all. Art and music can be heard, seen and felt through the city at all times. Hearts ablaze with artistic flame are kindled to full light from the atmosphere Bangalore has given.            

   Bangalore is all this and more. In that wonderful city, that beautiful place I learned who I was and what it means to be alive, to be human. A part of my heart will always remain in the garden city where cool air conditioned breezes bring the monsoon rains. A part of my soul will always remain in Bangalore just as a piece of Lord Krishna is always in Vrindavin.      

         This is why my life in Bangalore means so much to me. Why a piece of me will always call Bangalore home. Thank you to all the wonderful people I left behind and I envy that you get to stay and I cannot… yet. I will always love Namma Bengaluru