My City- There’s Sunlight!!

YAAYYY!! There’s sunlight!!! Everything is bright and shiny:) It had been very gloomy mornings and days in namma Bengaluru from past 10 days. It would pour down every day and because of that there were traffic congestions everywhere, complaints of people bout it, trees had fallen, the news channels made money by jus showing the same pit on the road for 30 min. People like me would cry to wake up from the bed in such weather.  When it is cold and raining early morning all I want to do is to be tucked in my bed  or sip a good coffee looking out at rains #myDreamaworld .
Duh!! #Reality I curse the alarm, snooze it 2 times. That sleep between the snoozes is the best I tell you. Then heat up the water as there won’t be solar water in the taps. Drag my feet to the bathroom, take call from transport to direct the cab to my place – there will be a different driver every single day anddd I will be running around the house finding my things. That’s my reality.
But today. . There’s sunnnnnn 🙂 !! -Not that I like Sun over Rains, but when you have to get your ass out of bed to go to work I think the Sun serves better than the romantic grey clouds and drizzles ;);).
Sitting inthe cab ,  I see more cheerful faces on the roads, birds extending their wings warming them up starting their day instead of being stuck in the trees. I close my eyes letting the sun rays warm my eyelids.  It’s a nice feeling. Have you ever tried ? It is a bit challenging -to get him warm my skin constantly for even a min- with the high rise buildings, over bridges blocking him from me. 


All in all I think it is a great Morning and I am feeling nothing less than better;)
I hope you all have a wonderful day too!!


Beautiful Monday – Living my dream :)

Today has been a weirdly pleasant day so far. I was up until 2AM last night. It has been a rainy morning in here. It is raining non-stop and I am absolutely lovviinnnnnggg it. I did not want get up from the bed in the first place. But I had to drag myself up coz I was already late to work. I sat up on the bed looking out the window. The sky was grey and it was showering constantly the wind was too chill and the sound of rain plus gushing wind was soothing. A smile escaped my lips for no reason. I sometimes think I am weird, But it’s okay I guess. World is full of serious people. A hundred or two like me, wouldn’t hurt ;). So, I went onto my morning chores. I tried my luck for finding a cab from 8Am in the morning. The Apps tested all my patience I tell you. Sometimes they weren’t connecting or they were highly charged, Uber was over the top, 6x,4x. I waited till 9.50, then I thought maybe I should just get out and find an auto. I get out , locked the door and its pouring down! Damn!

I had Ola and Uber apps open all the time. I saw one cab on Ola in 5 min. I try to book it, it says “uh, sorry, we are trying to add more cabs. Please try us after sometime”. Grrrr damn you guys! Uber was still demanding 4times the fare. I gave up and decided to walk.I walked to the nearest bus stop. Waited for namma BMTC (local public transport in Bengaluru). No luck for 30 min. I thought maybe it’s a sign that I shouldn’t go to work today. 😛

I go to the Auto stand. All the drivers are sitting inside chatting, laughing. I go and ask them
“sir, Residency Road?” I am squinting in the drizzle with stole on my head and my laptop on my back. “no madam. Tumba traffic ide, yaru baralla (too much traffic, no one will come)” replied one of the drivers. One of them took pity on me and helped me get another Auto.

It took me 30 min to travel 2 kilometers. I am not exaggerating! I got frustrated. I opened my laptop and started typing  🙂 I was almost near my office after almost 2 hours in the auto. The driver Karimulla khan went on and on about the irritating traffic and how rains block the ways and blah blah blah. I tuned him out. I had got into the grove of writing. Now , I did not want to go to the office. Ha ha 🙂

I told him to take a deviation and drop me at Brigade road instead. He looked puzzled but did not dare ask any question. I got down from the Auto crossed the road and started to walk. I did not know where to go. But Office was a big NO. I knew I wouldn’t work if I go. I thought a coffee shop would be a better place. I always had dreamed like this, you know? Taking off all by myself sitting in a  coffee place with good ambience, sipping coffee in a wonderful weather, looking out the glass at the drizzles with my hair tied up in a bun, sitting comfortably with a pleasant smile on my face, my laptop and my journal in front of me and Music in the background. Only I had thought of it in a different place, but this been better than I’d thought. IMG-20151116-WA0003

I exactly am doing all that today 🙂 living my dream 🙂 and it feels incredible.


P.S: Thanks to my boss for approving my leave. #secret He’s as crazy as I am and that works for me! 😛 #shusshh #dontTellAnyone

An Evening in the cab – tryin to bounce back!

It’s been a while I wrote anything.  The last was a poem for a friend as a birthday gift. I have a list of topics I’ve been procrastinating writing on. Every time I pick them, either I’m not in the frame of mind or I find a distraction.

Even now I’m Clueless about what to write, but I want to get started again with something. So, here I am sitting in my cab on the way back home blurting out whatever comes in my head.
I’ll go ahead with one of my favourite things about the city I live in -weather.  I know I must have mentioned about it in my posts earlier,  but I can’t help! If there’s one thing that every Bangalorean loves, it’s the climate .
It has rained a few min ago and the roads look neatly washed.  I see a dull orange light evident on the trees and buildings.  The setting sun must be a view not to miss.  The air is cooler  and of course polluted. Still I like to roll down that window and feel the cold air  against my face. It’s beginning to overcast -blanketing the sky  making the roads look more brighter in the city lights .


Oh, the small two towers you see? That’s  Bengaluru’s version of Petronas .. haha..
It’s an apartment building called “Sterling”.
After witnessing the real monster beauty this looks like a joke. I’ll try to post a good picture of that next time.


Sigh!  All I dread for now is a hot cup of Masala Chai and My Mom-to have a girl time with her, like best friends #strongwish. Laugh on silly things that happens in life, bitch about others, talk about Men, make that shopping list, discuss those new sarees and who’s got new jewels #mymomsfav .. duh!

#Back to reality. Going home to nothing! Making myself that tea or maybe not, sit and watch out the window waiting for the rains!!


Good Morning from Bengaluru!!!

In the now waking City people too are wide awake, they are active and have already found their purpose for the day . There are already red lights in traffic, flower market is open ,  I see the marriage halls getting ready for someone’s marriage-to be a part of everyone’s life who goes there today, mainly the ones who are getting hitched. Buses are decently full with college students, office-goers and some who wants to find an office to go. Then there are people in Cars and cabs and bikes going to work. The roads are busy with vehicles even at this hour. Oh by the way the time now is 6.40am. There are auto rickshaws standing in a line with their drivers in khaki brown shirts waiting next to them for the customers. People of all age group in their tracks and shoes working out their bodies, some to get in shape, some good health :). I see some still sleepy faces standing near a small tea shop,  where the chai wala brews a hot cup of Chai that is expected to wake those sleepy heads. There are vegetable sellers going to market hoping a better prize for their effort.


Then there’s namma Bengaluru’s awesome-possome weather. Its bright but cloudy, there’s little bit of sunlight just as much required like salt in a dish.  Perfect! Bengaluru which is most commonly known as Bangalore is called The Garden City coz of plenty of gardens and parks it once had (sadly the past tense)They are pretty much there even today, but only few are well maintained and green. In all the hustle and bustle of the city’s terrific traffic, these trees glow golden to the first rays of the sun, it is a beautiful sight. This city – which otherwise is like a bold hot and happening chick at a loud disco – at this hour is like is doing meditation..calm and natural.  Ha ha 🙂



Good Morning Beautiful World! ♡

Disturbing deeds …..

“Six get life term in Bangalore University gang rape case” , “Capital shame: Four rape cases involving minors reported from Delhi”, “Sadhu rapes flood victim in Varanasi ashram”  , these are some of the news that has made headlines in few of newspapers today.  According to wiki statistics, the number of these inhuman deeds shoot up to 250,000 per year world-wide, that is about 684 women of all ages from 4 to 80 getting raped every day. As far as our mother land – how ironical, we represent our country as a woman – India: 24,923 is the number recorded in the year 2012 alone. Surprisingly enough Rape is not considered a ‘Criminal Offence’ in our country and apparently we are supposed to be Proud of our nation.

Can you imagine a stranger touching your private parts, can you imagine the pain of a person going through the trauma, Can you imagine how that reel would play and replay in their mind, and can you imagine how it is trying to block those terrible pictures in your head? Can you imagine your daughter being raped by strangers? Can you imagine your sister, your girlfriend, your mother, your best friend being assaulted?
The answer is ‘yes!’ you can imagine how it would be to go through that trauma, but you don’t want to, because it is that frightening.

I was deeply disturbed by such an event that occurred last year,   When a gang of men brutally raped a girl in a moving bus in Delhi on Dec 16th of 2012, that created so much noise around the country, many had participated in the fight, mostly students stood up against the system  demanding for justice. One can’t imagine what she went through for all those 13 days she combat with death. Having lost so much blood, with multiple organ failures, having those terrible images in mind, knowing that her family was suffering with her for what she went through, I would imagine   anyone would be half dead thinking all this, so much of stress.  Ultimately she lost the battle with fate on 28th Dec 2012. The country mourned, her parents got condolence messages from different corners of the world,   and there were protests in many parts of India questioning the investigation progress. All this while, not even a single accused was punished, although few of them were caught. Ram Singh the bus driver  was summoned to metropolitan Magistrate on 18th Dec 2012, but the criminal ‘refused’ to show up for identification process. Did you catch that? Our government gives the liberty for a ‘Criminal’ to act as he wishes and he can deny to attend a legal procedure. And then there were protests all over the country , Google India  had a ‘virtual Candle’  on its home page in memory of the victim, people in Bangalore,  Hyderabad, Kochi, Thiruvananthapuram, Mumbai, Chennai, Kolkata went on protest again , they mourned – the death of who they called ‘Delhi brave heart’  ‘ Nirbhaya’ , ‘ Damini’ , ‘ Amanat’ – by wearing black , by holding candles. The Accused were sentenced to imprisonment, out of six was one minor criminal  a 17-year-old. According to a source, he was the one who inserted an iron rod inside the girl, that damaged her intestine severely. And here goes his punishment,   “The minor was tried separately in a juvenile court A verdict in the case was scheduled to be announced on 25 July 2013, but was deferred until 5 August and then deferred again to 19 August. On 31 August, the juvenile was convicted of rape and murder under the Juvenile Justice Act and given the maximum sentence of three years’ imprisonment in a reform facility which was inclusive of the eight months he spent in remand during the trial.”

See that? It took a solid 8 months for our government to punish a criminal who committed the most brutal crime even before he reached his legal adulthood for Maximum 3 years including the 8 months he spent while they announced his punishment. And what happens after his 2 years and 4 months of punishment? Would he come out clean and good?  Is that what we are hoping for? Is that what we want? Don’t we want to punish them? To teach them a lesson? Well, the other victims were also imprisoned. They’ll be out in a few years, that’s no doubt. That too maybe our government might just run out of budget to take care of those criminals inside those safe rooms behind those bars.  Yes, that’s what we do, right?  Keep the criminals safe out of reach for common people, coz there could be life threats to our precious criminals. So, we give them shelter, and food and security so that they are not deprived of any basic needs while their stay inside the confinement. When millions of Indians have no shelter, no basic needs our government does not have time to see to that these innocent people get clean water to survive in the least, but still we make sure the outlaws are safe and comfortable in their places while their stay in jail and release them once we know the public has forgotten the incident – that is just a matter of maybe a month or so in our country.  Our people are very forgetful as well as easy-forgivers.  Our blood boils for only less time, we can’t keep the heat long enough coz we have other better and latest things to channel our energies and attention to.

The question is, well I’d rephrase it as, the questions are much more vital than the so-called-punishment given by our unfortunately respected government. Where is it all going wrong? Why are young minds getting corrupted? How does a family play a role in moulding the youngsters? How can a society help inculcate the values of humanity?  Why is our government not taking any serious action against this crime? Why this is not considered a crime in the first place? Who gave the rights to steal someone’s virtue to these beasts? Who will punish them? Who do we go to for the answers?  How many women/ girls are being molested, abused as we speak? Who’s putting an end to all these?

Although getting answers for any of these questions will not bring any dead victims back or make the living victims forget what they have gone through, but at least we can avoid having to mourn for more.  My heart goes out to all those who have suffered and still haunted by the demons of their memories. This is time our educated young blood has to understand the value of being human and impart the ideals of civilization in generations to come, reach out a helping hand to their mothers, sisters, friends, daughters. Respect has to be taught to the seedling before it transforms to a giant tree. Apparently I do not see why one should be ‘proud’ of the country which can’t protect people or provide justice to its people. When System fails to set things right maybe the Society should take things in hand. Sigh!!!