Life is a strange story and stranger are the people around and we ourselves are the strangest. After completing 20 days in Bangalore I feel Bangalored. Population fits like a glove in the city and I am a part of this population. Bangalore city is full of engineers and technocrats.
My mind is in bistable states these days. I am lost when sitting alone and I find myself back on Earth while walking on the pavements flanked by crowd.
After spending 1 week in Electronic city when we were asked to move to another place where we had to go by local bus, I was the one who was happy. I thought it to be a chance to know Bangalore better. But the agility inside has started muffling. More than 12 hours of day out is enough to challenge my will.
My morning begins with lots of experiments in kitchen and on weekends it goes on whole day. Life has changed its way so fast. In the jampacked buses, I have got one more experience of counting breathing rate of people and not of one but 4-6 at one time. Warm gush of air strikes my cheeks and my shoulders keep on jostling in Bangalore multitude.
God knows what my language will be after few more days. I talk in English whole day and listen Malyalam, Kannad, Telugu, Bengali etc etc. But I'm loving it. All day and at home I listen different languages and try to pick and learn few words.
So, I feel like BANGALORED....
Am I a stranger to myself
A found fairy or a lost elf..
Mind confined in a vacuum...
Questioning and answering so random...
Crowd joins the labyrinths in tandem..
Deafening sounds awake sleeping mind...
One hell of its kind...
Sequence of events to grind...
Whatever comes, heart hails all...
Lost or found in this world so small
Forgetting self and finding it back...
Feel like moments slack....
Oh my God!!! What am I WRITING.....jUST A TRY....
