Back to Bangalore
Moved to Bangalore one more time. The first time I arrived in Bangalore, in 1992, it was a city where you could leave at 1:45 PM for a 2 PM Saturday movie, reach in time and with Rs.100 in your pocket, you could get a balcony ticket, a nice cup of strong coffee from India Coffee house, a book from Gangaram's and still have enough money to take an autorickshaw home. After growing up in the perpetually parched Chennai with walls lined with political movie posters, the heat and the humidity, Bangalore was the closest I got to a resort - great weather, tree-lined avenues, a company shuttle to take us to and from work and a salary. Now, 16 years later, the city is divided into gated ghettos , which have their own power supply, water supply, playgrounds and security. None of them have, as far as I know, declared their own foreign policy yet. Going for a movie is a day-trip and drains your wallet. The roads are congested with no discipline - any attempt at following traffic discipline is