PS: I LOVE YOU BANGALORE

What we call the begining is often the end. And to make an end is to make a begining. The end is where is start from. Probably this is one of the reasons our Hindi film industry has stopped using "THE END" and have taken the road of Steven Spielberg and James Cameron, and have delivered some of the most forgettable sequels like DHOOM-2, DON-2 and many more still on the production floor gearing up to be exhausted and cause if not a physical vengeance then definately a mental turmoil, we also call it as EMOTIONAL ATTYACHAR (DEV D ROCKS :D)

But if i pause for a moment and recuperate my thought cycle, I find myself in an ambiguous state of affairs and can't help asking What is life without Change? We've heard a zillion times, CHANGE IS THE ONLY CONSTANT, without really knowing what it means?
As i see it, some changes are delibrate, while others are a result of the natural progression of life. The first time we notice the natural ageing process (the telltale strands of grey hair), our first reaction is to deny, then defy and then take action to "CORRECT" the change. However, Change is the order of nature. The sooner we come to terms with change, the easier it will be for us to get comfortable with it.
The question arises, If change is the only constant, then is it true that change is one prime motivator within us that drives our mortals towards a begining or an end? Or is change a passing phase, just like a passing caravan that halts for a while outside your abode, seeks your permission to come aboard and plunge into a newfangled journey of your aspirations and stargazes?
Certainly, I realize that there's no point scratching my head for something that literally has no significance to the question of hour. I really don't know neither do I care. To me change has showered packages of joys and sorrows simultaneously. The one's that made me happy, didn't last longer, neither do the ones that bestowed gloominess. Yes, I have imbibed the cognitive process of adapting to change instantly, thanks to my parents for endowing the zephyr of independence in me right from my boarding school days. 10 years down the line, I find myself, yet again, standing on the same billet, midst a new civilization of individuals called the MANAGEMENT STUDENTS. Well! now that's what i call CHANGE.

After having lived and travelled across almost entire South-East Asia, to my wonderment, life brought me to this place called BANGALORE. Honestly, this place has struggled a lot to entice a person like me and has successfully extracted me from a place like DELHI. Well! what about Delhi?? Inevitably, whenever i come across this word, i am nostalgic. To me Delhi is not just a city but a conglobation of elated cultures. THE RAJDHANI stands tall with a legacy of its portentous and fundamental history, and as the song goes "YEH SHEHAR NAI MEHFIL HAI" you'll never find a particular community of interests dominating masses. The best thing about Delhi is NOBODY BELONGS TO DELHI, IT IMBIBES ONE AND ALL. Though the traffic kills you, the population drives you crazy, the THULLAS (COPS) will make sure they become a severe pain in your ass if you don't give them chai-paani and the weather gives a damn about your feeling...still, there's this distinctive and elegant panache about this city that you would never want to miss. For instance...from GOL-GAPPAS to VODKA GOL-GAPPAS; BLUE LINE to METRO; CHANDNI CHOWK to CITYWALK, DIESEL to CNG; RING ROAD to BRT; PARANTHE WALI GALI to JUST NOT PARANTHAS; JHOLAS to GUCCI BAGS; HALWAI'S to ICE-CREAM LOUNGES; OPEN AIR DHABA'S to ROOF TOP CAFES; BENTLEY to NANO; FLYOVERS to UNDERPASSES...Delhi, has it all. Christ...m missing home!

So, what is it that rode me to this part of the country? Destiny, ofcourse! However, i really don't believe in handing the steering of my life to destiny and enjoy a chauffer ride to netherworld. It just doesn't work that way here. We are blessed with one life, one body and one soul. We can't just let any fictitious parameter govern our conscience. This one life has to be fullest, audacious, and is supposed to be lived like ACHILLES, who when entered a warzone, victory was definite. Even if we fail, the sprightliness of a winner must prevail, this spirit sets you apart from the crowd.
Coming back to Bangalore, as I mentioned, this city has struggled a lot to lure me and has successfully withdrawn me from the capital. Bangalore has this steroidal halo around it that has definately set me on a high. Whenever, I circularize my glance, I experience felicity. Probably, it's the weather here that has enchanted a flavour of life in me or maybe, it's the people i am surrounded with. There's probably no materialistic wish that Bangalore possesses, which cannot be fulfilled anywhere else, however, there's something about you Bangalore that bewilders me, amazes me, irritates me, comforts me and cuddles me with its frequent drops of joy, Bangalore's unpridictable rains. You're like an old wine that strirs up my taste buds right from the first speck of contact. You make me feel a part of you now and i want to get as close as possible to you. Am I falling in love with you or is it that you have left no other option for me? You don't let me sleep because when you are in love you can't fall asleep, as reality becomes more beautiful than your dreams.
The mornings are bright here and brings along a message to strike the nail with elan. I smell healthy competition everywhere around, a brandish of joy and frolicsomeness across, and I've met few people whom I'll never want to part ways with. If this was the CHANGE i ever craved for, then i presume that you've changed me and changed for good, i know.

Still in the pipeline, still trying, still wondering...4 am in the morning, and you look beautiful as ever. Just embrace me in your blazon of warmth and affection, and take me on a flight snapping across my fears and nightmares. I TRUST YOU :-)