Still blank ... but trying to find back where I stopped. Actually, I never stopped thinking and the poet inside never died. Just swings of time took me over and I rode the waves. Thoughts popped up and time consumed them. But inside I was always awake.
1 year and 4 months in Bangalore have been blissful. The air still confuses me and the unity in diversity touches my heart every second. The common notion about the metros is that the people are tensed and unhappy. The notion is not right. Daily from dusk to dawn so many reasons of happiness and lots of anxiety. The adrenaline rush doesn't slow down. The happiness of just crossing the traffic light turning yellow to red, ahh maid has come today!! ... swiped in at 9 so I can leave by 6:30 .... and yes slow connection so less work!!!
60% of the Bangalore population breathe in these feelings and breathe out coding. This is the life of Bangalore and if you breathe in these feelings and breathe out your brain processing on screen you are very much alive otherwise souls are lost in this crowd.
One side of a wall, tall luxury apartments stand gaunt and the hard life on the other side of the wall is a common scenario. Those who lose every bit of them in the code and business are taken to taller side and those who aspire to lose everything, stand waiting at the other side of the wall.
In the rains and in the dusty storm ...
Blanketed with crowd and yet forlorn ...
Life is long and longer it goes ...
Answered though, strange questions it poses ...
Sometimes let you chose loneliness ...
Sometimes makes you forget emptiness ...
Four seasons, dusk and dawn ...
All folded in one life going on and on ...
