Hello! And welcome
back to your favorite weekly commentary on the most inane things that go on in
my life. You may have missed the last 2 posts, but that’s because the last two
posts are yet to materialise and yours truly has been gallivanting about Bangalore
and the other town I call home. Technically, I’m still at home, but this time around
I have mobile – internet connectivity, a cause for celebration in itself.
Hence, I’m posting this blog post from my home – the first time ever, and
probably the first ever from this town even.
Cue - Collective cheer and applause.
I am bit disappointed
though that the charm of saying that oh-my-village-so-rural is gone now, what with
24 hour electricity (Ha Ha Ha Bangalore!) and network connectivity (Ha Ha Ha
Bangalore Airtel users!), but yay for development! (Ha Ha Ha Bangalore roads!)
And of course,
while we travel there is always scope for an interesting story. Sometimes I
feel like I’m a complication story magnet, what with Taxi drivers and
Auto drivers giving me regular fodder for thought. And Bangalore did not disappoint.
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| Driver has Mobile - TV enabled on his Rickshaw. Welcome to Bangalore, people. |
My Auto driver
(in Bangalore they are called 'Auto’s' unlike 'Rickshaw’s' in Mumbai) had a very
interesting analogy to describe why the Bangalore Metro’s completion would
still not solve the burgeoning traffic problem disaster. I shall try my
best to give you the same flavour as he did in Kannada.