Sunday, October 16, 2011

Two cities-Glamorous and Simple


So at last here I am  still a novice to this blog world who has opened an account probably more than  a year ago but it has  laid almost blank , the reason being that I was really devoid of ideas for all these months ;the reasons are as follows:
1.I have a entered a new place called Thanjavur and live in a hostel(actually I hate that word).For other people hostel life might have been a good experience but for me it is no better than a hell.
2. I am a B.tech student which is why I am loaded with lots and lots of assignment each day and sleep at 2 am .
3.This is a continuation of the second point, sleeping at 2 or 3 am would not possibly make a lazy person like me to get up at 7 am in the morning  and as a result I end up going late to classes  and  sometimes get  scolding by the professors which spoils my whole day.
4. I find this place more of a village and I am sorry to say but  I have never experienced such an atmosphere before in my life, the folks here are mainly rustics( I  never in my wildest dreams thought I would ever enter such a place ,my life would have been a lot much better if I had been in Bangalore)
5.My hostel is a hell for following reasons :
1.They don’t allow you to use cell phones and they would come to the room any time in the morning  or at mid night to check for cell  phone, if caught it would be seized  plus a fine for INR 5000 .
2.They don’t allow you to go out,being an other state student as they call it I  visit my house only once in six months and this makes me feel like a prisioner in a jail.
6.They don’t respect arts, their minds are filled with science
7.They don’t  have any extra curricular activities or clubs.The clubs will be seen in the site just for the name sake.
8. Due to reasons mentioned above I feel my brain is rusted and feel like I am growing old.
9.I do not have a constant net connection as this place is a remote area ,no modems work.There is never a good network coverage for mobile and modem.
10.I conclude that I  have made the biggest mistake of my life

                Let me leave all this shit and let me not make  your brain  be devoid of ideas.My blog mainly pivots around travelling.I am going to share my experiences of the 2 big cities where I lived-Bangalore and Chennai.
                 
Bangalore
A dream city for most of the computer graduates.A city which entraps you in its razzmatazz.So large a city it is that you will get lost in its gardens and clean roads .Next comes the traffic which is uninvited starts from 3am in the morning, the vehicles of all sorts will be packed like sardines in all corners making a pedestrian hard to walk forward.On the sides of the road will emerge skyscraping multicomplexes making a rustic gobsmacked.The  problem of solving the traffic still remains an Utopian scheme in Bangalore.
Bangaloreans are “easy to accept” kind of people who readily mingle with new culture people unlike Chennai where people are not so open.Bangloreans are maverick and classy, they have their own style statement, Bangalore can rightly called the fashion city of the south.People here are multilinguist who can speak languages like English,Hindi,Tamil,Tulu,Telegu&Kannada of course so one will not find any problem if one is new to the place. Tamilians in Chennai have a innate instinct of devotedly clasping to their mother tongue( which is seen in many states but Tamil Nadu has crossed the limits) .Most of the banners \posters  will be in tamil. People are not at all welcoming to other state people especially North India as far as I  have experienced.Tamilians stick to their mother tongue no matter what ever happens,even if they know the other language they would pretend as if they do not know , they are not as flexible as Bangloreans.

The common sight both in Chennai and Bangalore would be the sight of thousands of people in the bus stand  with their “mad aleck” syndrome, their fingers busy sending the SMS and ears and tongue engaged in talking on mobile yet their eyes critically focused on their bus numbers.This is a place where people can learn multitasking.The second person found near the bus stand who appears so very engrossed in SMSing and listening to ipod is the first one to enter inside the bus.I pray to God that some day   when I get a good job in Bangalore make me  also the one among those mad alecks.The crowd  at the main majestic bus stand  of Bangalore and Komenbedu of Chennai will make a first time visitor marvel.The myriads of people waiting for bus in their same multitasking job wonder at the skill of young men to mount a heavily crowded moving bus.People are packed like sardines inside the bus, this gives the opportunity to many passengers to hoodwink the conductor and enjoy a free ride to their destination. In Bangalore the Nandi Dairy Shop amidst the crowed bus stand comes to rescue the hungry refugees giving them their pure badam milk,flavoured milk,peda and many other desserts .

Hi –Fidelity is the exact term to define Bangalore where the cost of living exceeds the cost of earning and  so is with the grocery items which touch the sky –rocketing  height each day . It reminds me of the modest prices vegetables which I get in Kanpur a place where even the poorest person can eat three times a day but not in “Nammah Bengaluru”
All for the book – lovers reading this, please donot forget to visit the Gangaram’s book store which is one of the finest book stores in India.
The majority of North Indians who have settled  in Bangalore have made this a typical North Indian city with their North Indian style of dressing which is even adopted by the naïve and  matured South Indian residents.It is easy to get a good quality North Indian food in Bangalore which is not the case in Chennai, the menu contain some name of the North Indian dishes  but which would most of the time be not available or if available would be prepared in the same spicy,oily Tamil Nadu style reminding me of my unhealthy hostel food( got so much skin allegies because of such a high calorie, unsaturated,fatty food) and would remind an Hyderabadian of his spicy Hyderabadi biriyani.In Chennai there are even special timings for lunch, a person won’t get rice during the dinner time, most of the hotels in Chennai provide you with Dosa, idilli ,pongal  and other breakfast items during night.

Despite all my above statements about Chennai I conclude that it is a simple city with simple God-fearing people(some readers might even try to figure out the irony in these lines, but these lines are based on my personal experience).It can be called as a temple city with temple in every nook and corner . The most famous temple here is the “Vadapalani Kohil”in  Arcot Road.Chennai also has writerly origin   reminding me of  the old times of R.K Narayan spending his life in Pursuwalkalam area.The people here are not moved  by the glamourous world as in Bangalore.You will find men wearing white shirt and white lungi.This is the only place which I visited till now I found simplicity. Work is worship for them and if you are from any other southern state you will be melted by the kindness and warmth of the people.
PS: I do not intend to divide the people based on states or hurt their feelings. This blog is mainly the result of my personal experiences with the people and the  city.Experience may vary from person to person.I do  not mind the comments of other people if they vary in opinion ,as the owner of this blog it would be my privilege to make this as a platform for exchange of ideas.So please do comment .

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

My lone journey to heaven


 Here I am yet on another migration from  my so called temporary home to the heaven. Iit’s nearly a   38 hours journey and that’s  a long duration. I am a lone traveler who is trying to figure out the world around myself. Different stations pass by  me, people speak different languages , have their own way of looking around the world , different eating  styles( now here I  laid emphasis on  that particular word coz in my hostel   I  find this everyday) and this is what adds  spice to the life as it is said that the variety is the spice of the life.It is  exactly  10:5 pm and I am really not in a mood to sleep as I already slept  for 5 hours in trains( needless to mention I am the laziest person on the earth  because I have broken record of sleeping continuously for  1 and a half day). This time I do not shut the  windows coz what I experience is the cold  breeze  from Guntur, the fragrance of the oranges are intoxicating ,the taste of the  station tea at times reminds me of the hostel, you can guess now why the highest number of diabetic  patients are from Tamil Nadu, I feel a great sympathy towards the blind people who come and sell  the  items but soon I do realize it’s now the part of their lives and they can indeed manage to keep their body and soul together. 5 states pass by me- Tamil Nadu, Andhra Pradesh, Madhya Pradesh, Maharastra  and then finally the Uttar Pradesh.My mind   doesn’t pay any heed to the surrounding  atmosphere but  thinks about the food which I had been eagerly waiting for 6 months, my mouth starts watering  on thinking about some North Indian dishes which I  would be served at home and my day’s long chat with my parents about the university and the hostel life and their final comment that I have changed a lot after going out( Change  is  a natural phenomena, a part of life, can someone make them understand?). Growing up is a painful process ,I never wanted to grow up , I am not in a mood to lose my teenage, I feel that these two years just passed by like a flash of a camera and I did nothing and when I entered the University on the very first day I was thinking how will I pass a year in this very unknown place, different people ,different language but that was also a part of life which taught me to accept the things as they are and to respect the differences . I get solace when I hear Taylor Swift’s song “ Never Grow Up”  the song is about what I exactly feel the each day, she writes about everybody’s life  and here unique way of writing songs and here mellifluous voice has made me enchanted.

Monday, April 18, 2011

SECRET CONFESSIONS OF A LONE TRAVELLER

So here I am writing this blog sitting among the other fellow passengers of life on my 8 hours journey from Chennai to Thanjavur. The winds come inside the window pane, other people eagerly open the window to welcome the wind, the breeze to come in, yet I close it because I don’t want to be blown away by the wind, I shut the window. I don’t want to be moved by it, I don’t want the dust which has accumulated in the wind and disguised itself as a breeze to be on my face and pollute it. After the process of shutting the window ,I take my laptop and write down my thoughts . Through the process of self –introspection I realize that during my childhood days I was often attracted towards shiny things or being the possessor of glittery things, I just loved the sparkles but now lights obscure me. Strings of lights are not bright to me.
I am not ready to sacrifice my comforts to get good grades . Hostel life has turned me lazier. I am late to the college as I get up late. I term some lectures as boring, nothing told by others excites me unless I experience it .May be I am surfeit with the feeling of curiosity which has indeed turned me neutral. I find all girly gossips waste of time. I don’t know what is that excites other girls but not even in my childhood I was attracted to girly attitudes ,things etc. except Barbie dolls which I still love. I don’t like making friends with people on social networking sites whom I personally know in real life but are not in real sense my friends.
So these are just the list of tiny confessions about me so that you all me know me better. Comments are always welcome.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Confessions of a traveller

So here I am writing this blog sitting among the other fellow passengers of life on my 8 hours journey from Chennai to Thanjavur. The winds come inside the window pane, other people eagerly open the window to welcome the wind, the breeze to come in, yet I close it because I don’t want to be blown away by the wind, I shut the window. I don’t want to be moved by it, I don’t want the dust which has accumulated in the wind and disguised itself as a breeze to be on my face and pollute it. After the process of closing the wind ,I take my laptop and write down my thoughts . Through the process of self –introspection I realize that during my childhood days I was often attracted towards shiny things or being the possessor of glittery things, I just loved the sparkles but now lights obscure me. Strings of lights are not bright to me.

I am not ready to sacrifice my comforts to get good grades . Hostel life has turned me lazier. I am late to the college as I get up late. I term some lectures as boring, nothing told by others excites me unless I experience it .May be I am surfeit with the feeling of curiosity which has indeed turned me neutral. I find all girly gossips waste of time. I don’t know what is that excites other girls but not even in my childhood I was attracted to girly attitudes ,things etc. except Barbie dolls which I still love. I don’t like making friends with people on social networking sites whom I personally know in real life but are not in real sense my friends.

So these are just the list of tiny confessions about me so that you all me know me better. Comments are always welcome.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

I WISHED I CUD WRITE MORE,BUT I AM RUNNING OUT OF WORDS