Beautiful Bangalore

I got obsessed with looking at photos of old Bangalore – it’s one of those things that happens when one research topic leads to the googling of another and then another and then … you know where it ends, if it ever ends. It made me nostalgic for the kind of Bangalore I grew up in. Ones where we’d build a makeshift tent in the backyard in the summer, where the roads were full of cycling teenagers and intense games of street cricket. Sometimes I forget that in all this 21st century pollution and greyness and smog and traffic (Oh god, the traffic!), that Bangalore is still green and it still has pockets of magic just waiting to blow your mind if you know where to look at it.

I knew this without a shadow of a doubt as I was rushing home after work and you could just see the monsoon storm clouds rolling in. You know what Bangalore is when you can run with a bag on your head to chai aunty and ask for a hot cuppa. You know when you’re sitting on the old swing on someone’s old Bangalore house and you see the trees that are centuries old, that were once parts of woods – they have seen and will see everything.

You know Bangalore is beautiful when you look at views like these!

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Oh to fall in love with your city all over again!

Guest Blog – 5 years in 500 words!

I haven’t hosted Adam here before, but he is THE BOY that I keep talking about. Show him some love. 

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Time stretches back in the form of memories, highlights, edited collections of things we choose to retain. If you had just 500 words to talk about about the last 5 years what would you choose to include, what would you omit, what would you not even be able to recall? How do we select what memories are worthy?

I’d remember first and foremost meeting you, I’d recall with film like quality the first time our eyes met, our first conversation about the beer you were drinking. I’d remember shutting ourselves in as a storm raged outside, the tranquility we’d feel in shutting the world out. I’d remember following Stephen down remote coastal paths, as if on a voyage of discovery. I’d remember our first place together and how hard it was to get here to this point, sitting here now thinking of the last 5 years. I’d remember falling in love.

If I had to pick one unifying factor that encapsulated the last five years it would be travel and expanding horizons. When I went to Cyprus in 2010 I hadn’t been abroad for 10 years, since then I have been on a 3,000 mile European road trip that took in 9 countries, visited my sister when she worked in Germany, been to Spain twice, to Slovakia for my brothers stag do, spent a week in Bangkok and visited India twice before eventually relocating here in 2014. I always thought I had an adventurous spirit buried inside me that wanted to get out and see the world, and now here I am living in India, 5 years ago i’d have found that impossible to imagine.

My family has changed a lot over the last 5 years. The older generation, who were the rocks for so long have found themselves more reliant on the support of the young as time inevitably began to take its toll. In 2011 my Granddad died, I don’t use the words lightly but he was a great man, constantly supportive, always kind, always putting himself second to our needs. I draw inspiration from his memory as I try to make my way in what can sometimes be a vastly confusing world.

In July 2014 my younger brother got married. I think i’ll look back on the memories of that time as some of my fondest. Everyone important to me in one place, wonderful weather and true happiness, something that shouldn’t be underestimated in life, something that can be all too fleeting.

I’d look back to the 2010 version of me and tell him not to give up, that there are new experiences and unimaginable things ahead, that what perhaps seemed like a dreary existence wasn’t going to last forever. I’ve never been one for 5 year plans or planning the minutiae of my life, sometimes I have thought it has been to my detriment. But as I look back across the last 5 years i’m glad I just allowed things to happen, because allowing things to happen can take you to places you never imagined.

The World is One Nation

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I know this blog has taken somewhat of a ‘subtle’ negative tone over the past few months on account of life handing me too many lemons but this Friday, I went for a really nice birthday meal.

It was an Italian restaurant run by a Japanese couple in the IT hub of India who served us complimentary French sparkling wine. It has all the makings of a ‘walks into a bar’ joke but it just filled me with such warmth.

Life is pretty darn okay.

Change of Scene

We’ve been shifted to the top most floor of our office building. Now, this isn’t such a big deal – considering we have been moved thrice over the past one year. However, this view is doing good things to my imagination!

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What’s that in the distance? A palace you say?

 

Overheard in Office

V – Dude. why are you playing this damn DOTA with your ice princess. Click, click, clicking away. Just join our game. The whole team is playing.

A – No. Leave me alone!

V – God, you’re such a clickhole!