Home life

In the last month, I've left home thrice. The first time, it was awesome, I left home to go HOME, Bangalore. Then it started getting sad. Leaving Bangalore, and now leaving LA. I'm a little sick of it and very very miffed. Please send me back to LA. And eventually Bangalore!!

Baby, I'm yours

Soulmate contender #3

Alex Turner.

Let's see how this goes, shall we?

Maximum city

August 2010.

I left Bangalore and in my head, completed the Bangalore chapter. My parents were moving to Delhi, and I had little hope of returning to the city in the near future. I left. And tried hard to de-Bangalore myself. For a year, I stayed away. Fewer phone calls, stayed in my newly proclaimed home for Christmas etc. And somewhere I thought, I could do this, this is working.

Then two weeks back, I decided an impromptu, extremely spur-of-the-moment trip back home.

I had a plan. A plan to work in LA for, say, five or six years, gain some experience and head home when I felt I was ready. But after the previous year, I wasn't really sure what home was (there was NO way in hell I could call Delhi home). So I extended the tenure of the aforementioned plan.

Then, I stepped out of the flight into the Bangalore International Airport. And it hit me. F#$@ the plan. The end plan is to stay happy. And happiness and Bangalore go side by side. My city is filthy. The traffic is unbearable. The METRO will never be complete. There are wayyy too many people. The pollution will probably kill you. If that doesn't, then petrol prices and auto fares will definitely give you blood pressure.

But. It's. Home. It's familiar. And it's beautiful. And you will never be truly happy if you're away from the city. 

So as of now, my plan needs serious change. I'm back in LA, jet lagged and vey miffed. But there's definite clarity. I'll be back. Very soon. You can't keep me away. You could try but you'd just fail. Epicly fail.