It was 8 years ago in Delhi, when my dad first broke the news about us shifting to Bangalore and my first reaction was ‘Oh no, here we go again.’ As a kid, thanks to my dad, I had travelled a lot and many would consider me lucky for it. I would agree with them to some extent but in the end you miss out on the sense of belonging to a particular place. A place where you make all your closest friends or a place where every street has a story to tell. This was something I had missed, until I landed in Bangalore.
Initially Bangalore, as a place, was completely alien to me. It was green, very green when compared to cities like Delhi or Ahmedabad. The highways were lined with trees which gave a sense of serenity. The temperature, something which Bangalore is famous for, was not only pleasant but also steadfast which was a rarity up north. It would rain for a routine fifteen minutes every evening. All in all, the city was a welcome change.
As I live in the northern part of Bangalore, my initial years didn’t see much of traffic and congestion which is now synonymous to the city. It was mostly calm, almost village like.
My school years 8th standard onwards were hectic like any other kid’s life and like most of the guys I was also crazy about sports.
I discovered my love for music here, something which I owe big time to this city. Without ACDC, Pink Floyd, Jimmy Hendrix, 3 Doors Down, The Beatles (the list goes on and on and on) I wouldn’t be the person I am today. Music is something that unites Bangalore and makes it one. Everywhere you go there is great music playing which is the very essence of this city.
Another thing that I love about Bangalore is the food. As an avid foodie I love to taste something new and different and Bangalore gives me just that. The city dishes out a variety of cuisines. From the small tea shops in RT Nagar to the exorbitant restaurants in Indira Nagar, Bangalore is a foodies’ dream come true.
(The reader is a resident of Thanisandra)