He enjoyed the cosmopolitan version of Bangalore. One of his favourite haunts was Indiranagar. When he’d first come to Bangalore, Indiranagar’s 100 ft road had lots of trees and a few brand stores. Now the situation had been reversed. And it wasn’t just brand stores, there were restaurants – fine dining and cafes. Yes, he did hear residents complaining ever so often about how Indiranagar used to be a peaceful locality until a few years back, and now the retired folk rarely dared to come out. It wasn’t just the noise, the bustle and the pollution, there was also the problem of how costly everything had become all of a sudden. He understood their plight, but couldn’t really sympathise with them, after all he enjoyed the cosmopolitan Bangalore.
He loved Cochin, it was the place he wanted to retire to..later, after all it was his hometown. In addition to that sentiment, there was something fitting about dying in the place you were born in, a kind of closing the circle. When he walked the streets, when he talked to people, when he looked around, he knew that he belonged to the place, and in spite of some things he loved to hate, his love for the place was quite unconditional. But he wondered what was up with these new malls, cafe coffee days, swank cars, swankier apartments and a cost of living that was aiming for the stars. The place was, damn, becoming cosmopolitan, and he didn’t like it one bit. After all, this was the place he wanted to retire to, and he had made an image of it in his head, which he didn’t want changed.
And thus the realisation that the cosmos always has the last laugh.
until next time, a homing device
Every places changes. And changes big time. And, especially those that i want to stay for a longer time !
Indira Nagar used to be a favourite haunt. We lived there. And i cant recognise the place now ! With all the neon lights et al !
The cosmos has the last laugh ! I hope it is not a cosmopolitan laugh though !
🙂
and on the blog today.. Home is where….https://manuscrypts.com/?p=1330
home is where the heart is.. I know it is cliched, yet so true… my home town has been seeing some major changes over the past few years, and will continue to see lot more changes later on in my life, but many memories would remain intact.. the small lanes where most of my memories have been built would hardly change.. granted the main road looks different, but you need to leave the main road, and you are back at home 🙂
Sigh.
Likewise.
I thought the mantra in India was ‘Home is where the mall is’ but what do I know?
Looks like I have to break it to you> Change is inevitable! The only thing that will never change in B’lore, is the attitude of auto guys here =D
when I came to Bangalore, Indiranagar was one of my favorite place to walk around… but now…
sigh! our Cochi is also going the same way… for long time, mall was Esplanade, and ice cream was Caravan… but now…
..sigh. true
LOL home is where my bike stands long enough to drip oil LOL..
but then what if the home has always been a cosmopolitan place?? 😛
it still has the changes .. still becomes alien :-s
I wish there would not be militancy in Manipur. I would go back gladly anyday.
I wish there would be no millitancy in Manipur. Would go back anyday, gladly.
kavi: same here 😐
kunal: every road changes, and its not just the roads, its the people too
austere: 😐
shefaly: we defy stereotypes 😐
balu: nope, already broken.. a long time back
anoop: not seen the mall that sounds like a parade – Baypride? 🙂
cynic: 😐
pallavi: unfortunately, not all of us are built that way 😐
mythalez: hmm, you have a point.
arunima: i can identify with that feeling