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#BangaloreDiaries: One World, Uniworld!


The Journal's Journey, 
so far:
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It was only after one of the existing flatmates returned back from a foreign trip, that the thought of searching for another base to stay dawned on me.

A roller coaster search ensued!

It is true that the recent technological boom has filled our lives with convenience. I browsed through several websites, installed many applications on my smart phone and started short-listing accommodation options.

Dilemma gripped me on several occasions.

I remember my search quest was a couple of weeks old when one of the weekends I decided to book a cab to visit one of my college friends, who stayed in a hostel-cum-service apartment, located on the outskirts of the city.

It started to drizzle by the time my cab halted at the gates of the majestic building. I paid a hefty amount to the cab driver for the hour long journey from one corner of the city to the other and called my friend.

Moments later, I was silently following Varun who issued a visitor pass for me. Both of us exchanged nostalgic pleasantries as we entered the main hostel compound.

Something made me gaze at the skies. 



And then, I was mesmerized.


I gasped at the symmetry of the majestic building on entering it. Every corridor was carefully lined with overhead lamps and neatly marked floor markings. On each side were wooden doors neatly labeled with room numbers.





With every walk round the corridor, peaceful vibes embraced me. The cream colored walls, although dull at appearance, had an appeal of a thousand stories in itself.

My heart pumped with excitement, waiting to unravel what hidden messages did the walls hid?

After visiting several "disturbingly shady" paying guest accommodations, this one got my instant attention.


I heaved a long breath and turned my steps towards the reception area.



The past couple of weeks taught me that beautiful places like this always came with a hefty price tag. Owners would demand ten months of rent as advance security deposits, that too for unfurnished apartments. Where I stood, every room was so neatly furnished.

The chirpy guy at the reception briefed me about the do’s and don't s of the place, the facilities, the surrounding spots, the vacant areas and finally disclosed the dreaded price tag.

I screamed in excitement as I reached out for my credit card - for the rent, including the deposit was well within my budget!

Minutes later I was assisted to my deluxe room. My luggage safely transported.

I remember spending the first couple of days unpacking and decorating my room. Decently sized, it came with an attached washroom, a small kitchen equipped with a mini fridge a microwave oven and a cute little balcony that gave a splendid panoramic view of the ever changing Bangalore skyline.






I decorated the balcony with Tibetan prayer flags that I had bought from Himachal Pradesh. Every color bearing a different meaning would flutter with cool gushes of wind.

I would peacefully sit to meditate in the balcony whenever my sweet soul craved, the wind-chime making sweeter tones overhead.




What else do you expect in lieu of under ten grand monthly rent?

I was sold!

I soon started sharing my room with Varun, after his existing roommate shifted. He was staying here for more than two years. He described his stay at Uniworld as life changing.

Social meetings over glasses of beer or rolls of grass was a common sight. It was an adorable sighting. 


No two days or nights were same there.

Little did I know, my brief stint at Uniworld would transform old acquaintances to closely knit bonds of friendship. You start realizing the importance of friends, who slowly take up important spaces in your life, often filling up old voids of emptiness. There were times during my stay when these newly made friends garnered memories precious than my own family.


Friends away from home become your family.

A few months old, what started as a friendly acquaintance, converted to the inseparable wolf pack. We would scream in unison at the slightest of occurrences.

Every smallest of the event in any one's life was celebrated with eager happiness. 





If not, every weekend was decorated with fond memories, so vivid that flashbacks were needed on the weekdays to recall the happenings over the weekend. 

We laughed, we danced, we tripped, we cried - did so much in so little time.

From spending sleepless nights to watching the first rays of sunrise, together. 





A journey of a thousand moments, spinning and re-living one at a time! 


The fact that Uniworld provides you the exact kind of space, facilities, vibes, resources, surrounding people and location you require to cherish and outlive your life!



Due to such exciting incidents or phases in your life, that pass with such great ease, you start realizing that time is just a quantitative measure of the moments we fill our lives with.

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And as I complete writing this blog post - that I started a couple of months back, but couldn't give a definite outline to it - I question myself that, isn't the sole purpose of each of our lives is to paint this empty canvas bequeathed to us, with the best and exquisite of colors, so that when we look at the painting of our life, from a greater distance, we sigh at the sheer magnificence of the artist.

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.Epilogue.


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The intricate forces behind the subtle movement of the life form are designed such that it doesn't pause; no matter what wave you sail while surfing the vast ocean of life. 

Life changes; or at least the set-setting around you change. Faces around you change, the swirling energies surrounding you change - that collaboratively contribute towards changing the thoughts your mind digests on; eventually bringing a total change in the objects you keep manifesting around you. You are the true creator of your destiny. The changes that surge through your life, at the behest of your destiny or coincidence - whatever you believe in - are solely conspiring to help you achieve that you subconsciously wish to weave! 


Change is truly the only constant.

Like, as I was bidding goodbye to this place, turning back and sighing with a heavy heart - for the last time - staring blankly at the walls of his place, I had called Home for so long,  
little did I know, I was destined to meet Bhole Naatha!


**To Be Continued** 



#BangaloreDiaries: And So It Begins


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It had been almost four months since I set afoot on this green city of southern India, that they chose to rename like the other metro cities. 

I witnessed why it was earmarked as the Silicon Valley of India. Every other street spewed with mighty structures, harbouring million dollar companies or start-ups destined to join the big league. 


Bangalore was now Bengaluru.

I flew from Delhi, after getting an offer from one of the fortunes IT giants. I could find a hundred reasons to crib about in this city, especially if you are an outsider like me. I chose not to, however. 

Change is Constant!

My strayed vision was painted green where ever my neck rotated. The city managed to find a subtle balance in keeping the aesthetic intact and allow development on nature's side-line.


The Green Jam.

I had practically lost track of the seasons here. It would rain anytime. The weather seems extra pleasant, especially if you are hailing from a region harbouring extreme climate.
I was happy! A constant smile decorated my face at all times. 

Change is Good!

For the first couple of months in the new city, I resided with an old college friend in his sprawling 3BHK flat at a premium apartment somewhere around the city downtown.

 
Rise and Shine


Besides a suspended balcony on the third floor, mouth-watery food prepared by a hired Bengali cook kept my initial stay smooth and memorable.

We meticulously planned several overnight excursions in and around the city. Chikkamagaluru, Goa, Pune, Nandi Hills, Kodaikanal to name a few.


Let it Flow!


The city is aptly named as the beer city. Other than the abrupt monsoon shower, the city streets overflow with freshly brewed beer - a spectacle I couldn't miss during most of my initial weekends. I caught up with some old school and college pals over beer chugs! 


Cold, Colder, Coldest

It is funny how the entire city pours out to bars and restaurants to celebrate two days of freedom over the weekend only to go back to their chained cells the next week!


I started flowing through the never ending loop myself. Several litres of beer resulted in a perfectly round pot belly by the end of the second month. Henceforth, I started occasional intense-work-out sessions at my office gym. 

Balance is Better


Welcome Home!


The city welcomed me with open arms. Often during my dazed adventures on the streets of Bengaluru, I would have to remind myself I was in a foreign land, several thousand miles away from what I had known to be my home for so long.





However, no phase in your life lasts for too long. Permanence isn't in the nature of existence. Everything eventually gives way to something new or different. 

The sooner you realise this ubiquitous fact of your material existence, the better you are positioned to stay calm and detached and keep on taking leaps of faith to embrace the unknown. 

This was just the beginning! 



#ToBeContinued.


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#BangaloreDiaries: Prelude.



"But! How are you going to wash your own clothes baba!?"


Two raised eyebrows directed the quintessential question with immense gravity towards me.


"Leave clothes, how are you going to manage your food? You’ve lost so much weight already. Na, eta hobe na (No! This can’t be)."


"It's going to be alright Maa, I will be fine. Your son has grown a beard; I'll figure things out. Please don’t make this tougher for me."


I hugged my mother tight enough to feel her tear drops on my shoulders.

I sighed and closed my eyes to darkness.


Ooooh, babe, ooooh, babe, ooooh, babe
You'll always be a baby to me!



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"Get up baba! You’ll miss your flight."

There is a thing with how most Indian parents raise their 'kids'. For them, the concepts of ageing, evolution, maturity, adulthood et al cease to exist in context to their own children. 

There is a subtle misunderstanding in the gestures parents want to do for you, and the ones they slightly overdo. I was about to turn twenty-five next month. I had sleep walked a quarter of a century within the cosy nest created by my extra loving parents. Something inside me echoed to break free. 

Something urged me to take a leap of faith, to the unknown realms, to newer experiences, to embark a new journey. 

Life was calling, and I couldn't resist answering.


A hoarse voice ringed near my ears and pulled away my blue sleeping bag. I hate to be woken up so abruptly. I looked at the wall clock. Unless a natural calamity comes knocking at our doors, there was no way I would miss the flight. I looked up and smiled. I did not want to fight or argue. I touched his feet and went to the washroom.

"I am plugging your phone to the charger. Have you kept the ticket's print out handy?
Oh and what about the cash I gave you yesterday? Have you kept it somewhere safe?”

I didn’t reply. He started knocking at the bathroom’s door.

“Did you sleep, AGAIN?”

I stared blankly at the pale-coloured wall. Random thoughts entering my head. I wanted to ease my tensed, over-thinking, over worrying parents but had no clue about bringing the change. Not that I detested their love and care for me. If not they, then who?

There had to be a way, I thought. Is escaping the only solution. I grinned.
I stepped out and lovingly glanced at my dad, who was sitting on his favourite couch, his face wearing one of his most pensive looks.

During most of our heated arguments, he would calmly say I would realise what he goes through when I father someone, some day. Parenthood is tough. So is separation.
The thing with getting attached to someone is, it starts feeling impossible to exit or alter the cohesive bonding’s that start leaving permanent imprints in your mind.

"You don’t have to worry about me all the time dad. Your teachings have prepared me well enough to face the world waiting outside. In fact, now is the time you should devote your energy solely towards your well-being!"

My farewell speech was filled with instructions for my folks. List of do's and do not's, that I had been mentally jotting for them. I wanted them to happy. I knew my mental satisfaction was directly proportional to their well-being.

The speech lasted long. It was delivered in pieces, at different locations, and was sprinkled with elements of love, sadness, humour, sarcasm, and a whole lotta love!

The moment finally arrived! My parents accompanied me to the airport an hour before my flight’s scheduled time. I had shut out my brain and was more focused at observing and grasping the parting moments. I decided not to get entrapped into thought loops and let the future unravel itself.
I waved my teary-eyed parents on the other side of the airport’s glass window.

It was time to fly high!


And I've got a strong urge to fly, 
but I got nowhere to fly to!