A friend once said, after death and divorce, moving house must the most traumatic human experience…..
I have no experience with the first two, but I can say for sure about the third item on this trauma list…. moving is painful…. especially moving to another city….
And it’s already time to leave Bangalore…. And head for Bombay….
I can’t say I will miss Bangalore much….there is so much life in a city like Bombay that it leaves one with little time to miss any place else…..
Some things I will miss though…. the Vasantha Habba at Nrityagram, asking for directions and being told shtraight hogi (meaning, go straight, even for the most complicated turns), standing amidst the bamboo clumps at Cubbon park and listening to the swishing and swooshing of the wind, filter coffee at Kadambam, plays at Chowdiah (I patronized the most amateurish of them), listening to FM 91 during flyover traffic jams, the joy of meeting a stranger your age and discovering he/she does is not into software, and even better does not work for Infosys….
And its amazing how long you can live in a city and still have regrets at the time of leaving about the number of things you did not do, people you did not meet, places you did not visit… but intended to…. never visited Mysore during Dusshera (or any other time for that matter), never saw the LalBagh flower show, never attended a Bangalore Bloggers Meet, never met Jivha(!)…..
Some other time maybe……