On loving one’s city

I havebeen in Bangalore for over 2 years now, andafter the initial rush of the brilliant weather that strikes you the most ifyou move here from Bombay,all I have really done is crib. See that’s my thing. Some people are good atphotography, some write like a dream. I crib – that is my special talentbordering on superpower.

I haddismissed a lot of things in Bangalore.Like malls. I had dismissed UB City completely. After seeing most of what thereis to see here (and I haven’t seen Cubbon Park yet, mind you) I had decidedthat if you don’t want to eat, drink, or shop, the only time you need to leaveyour house in this city is when you are getting out of the city (and thanks toR’s work hours, getting out of the city has not been happening as much as Iwant it to). Which is not entirely wrong, Bangaloredoes not really have a lot of options for people like me. The food is good. Theclubs are often unbelievably wannabe but Purple Haze more than makes up forthem. There are movie theaters, and there is that one Rangashankara. And thereis the UB City Amphitheater. And now Gig Box is bringing some brilliantconcerts to the city. There is Oktoberfest, and there will be Storm Festival. The weather is to diefor, it makes everything better. And for a home bird of thechai-beer-baarish-music fame like me, this really is enough. I will have toagree, and I have known this from the day I set foot in Bangalore,that Bombay may be my favourite city in theworld, but if I want a life that counts in every possible way, Bangalorewill have to be home.

Yesterday,on a quintessential chilly Bangaloreevening, R, Thakur, and I listened to the Dire Straits live tribute at theamphitheater. It drizzled. High spirits flowed. And it rained. We walked alongthe rain kissed roads, and talked. And ate. It felt like freedom. Andcamaraderie.

Andsuddenly, I feel like writing again. A change of scene is more important thanwe give it credit for. And a change of scene does not always have to meangetting out of the city. I am not too fond of most things that Bangalore has to offer for entertainmentoutside the awesomeness that is my house (You probably remember that narcissismis also my thing), except maybe food, but it is not fun anymore when your clothesstart getting too small for you :P. But concerts like yesterday’s (that endedtoo soon because of the rain) on an evening like that, make Bangalore what it is. Home.

I am inlove all over again. And not just with Bangaloreand Thakur and Mark Knopfler. Go figure!

P.S. Isaw Raghu Dixit in concert a couple of weeks back. I spoke to him backstage.And I really believe that there are rock bands and then there is the RaghuDixit Project. Their rockstarness goes beyond their music. It is a pity not toomany people get that.


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One Response to On loving one’s city

  1. hAAthi says:

    I'm Bangalorean at heart. But I have grown to be disappointed and dejected when I think about my home-city. I've moved out 2 years ago in search of peace, quiet, better roads, less angry and less superficial people. And I think I have found it. Having grown up in Bangalore completely, I had the misfortune of watching ti disintegrate before my very eyes. Tragic, utterly tragic. So coming from a place where nothing Bangalore ever does can redeem it in my eyes, I think its great that you have found something to like about the city you call home now :)


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