Life in Bangalore-3

(Life in Bangalore is a series started in 2007. The present post and its prequel ‘Life In Bangalore-2’ are the top 2 search results if you google for the words ‘Life in Bangalore.’ The prequel alone has become the 5th highest traffic grosser for this blog having fetched 1095 hits since March 07. Read Life in Bangalore Part  I and Part – II)

The time has come for me to leave the city that has given me some of the best days of my life, Bangalore. Where am I going? Same place where I came from, the big bad yet annoyingly perfect capital city, New Delhi. A city which is known to be dil walon ki (of people with heart) yet where people are rude and foul mouthed, a city with big wide roads, relatively smooth traffic making it unsafe for women who dare to go out in the nights, a city where people either don’t care about you, or they care only enough to judge you, a city about which I can write a thousand bad things, I am going back to that city after spending two and half wonderful years in Bangalore.

(Good Bye Delhi, my last post as a Delhi Blogger two years back in Feb 2007)

My relocation from Delhi to Bangalore was a signpost moment in my life, and each day that I spent here were milestone sort. Life was at an all time high ever since I stepped in Bangalore, suddenly a door of fun, fame and friends had opened and I was overwhelmed with all that came my way. My being a part of the Barcamp organizers, my starting the Bangalore Bloggers group, the many Barcamps and other events that followed that year, the young and fun techies of Bangalore, the free and footloose lifestyle, the travel, the adventure, the smoking, drinking, men, sex, romance I did it all.

But it all seemed to have come to an end from the start of this year. In just two years too much changed. Suddenly all the fun activity have lost its charm, people have moved on to different cities or have found some other pre occupation. If at the start of 2007 it was one of the most exciting thing to go out for a bloggers meet in the city, in just 2 years bloggers meet have become passé and they have moved on to tweetups.

The thing about Bangalore life is that it’s very volatile. The crowd here is a floating crowd, young techies freshly out of college come to Bangalore after campus selections, they give this city and their companies 2-3 years and move on for better opportunities. For 2 years they live to the fullest. These two years become their days of living life on the edge. Which is why you see so much of energy in this city.

But if you stick around for too long you’d notice, under the bubbling and bursting surface lies hidden a slow, lethargic mundane life. It may take you couple of years but it eventually hits you with a feeling of Deja Vu, like you have seen and felt it all before. Those smoky pubs, those unshaven rock stars, those openly kissing gay couples outside Nasa pub, those sex workers near Trinity circle, they would all seem a bit too familiar if you have taken too many rounds of the city.

This feeling of having served my days here began to seep in my mind since the start of this year. I started feeling I have lost my purpose in Bangalore. I wanted more from my life. In December 2007 I rented out a small house, but now I wanted a bigger one. I wanted fancy furniture, a mini gym, flat TV…I just wanted more from everything.

And then I was posed with the question, do I want to my feet in Bangalore to be rooted further and deeper? Do I want to invest more here to have a bigger life? The answer was No. Because I was done with the fun in Bangalore, the city had nothing more to offer to me. So I decided to move, but not before I could find the right job.

(To be continued)

19 thoughts on “Life in Bangalore-3

  1. blogmeets, partying, having fun- do not add much meaning to life- this stuff gets old no matter what city, its a fleeting satisfaction in itself, not very permanent. so you think if had the exact same things in any other city, you wouldn’t have been bored of it in a couple years?

    perhaps a more fair ode to the city and life you are leaving behind would be to recount the more meaningful memories- the lessons learned- both figurative and that music/art/astronomy lesson or some such. what do you say?

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  2. Lucky you, you have the choice. There are many who get stuck in wrong places at wrong times doing wrong things. One has to be really lucky to act as per one’s calling, one’s purpose. Good Luck in ‘Da Capitol’

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  3. When you live alone it comes along as a package where you have your independence to have fun and lonliness too. I am sure you would have had the same fun had it been Mumbai, Pune or even Timbaktoo becuase here you were answerable to anyone unlike in Delhi where you have your family. So Sundays you will have to be with them and not attend Blog Meets or Bar Camps (you know what I mean). I am sure you will like it in Delhi too if you get to do your own thing. Big cities come with their own advantages and risks. Delhi also is no different. Atleast there you wont have to haggle with Autowalls, or speak in broken Hindi ir English, or spend a lot of money to buy decent clothes or eat decent food, there you wont have to deal with people’s apathy and lethargy.
    All the best and feel happy that you are going home. :-)

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  4. well…..living alone has its own fun….irrespective of the city..but yeah bangalore has got its own charm….but delhi is something different….it gets into you and pulls you back…there are a thousand bad things i can say about this city..but the thought of leaving this city and settling elsewhere makes me homesick!!!

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  5. Hey Sanjukta!

    Interesting blog and topic… But I must that as someone who has found her roots in Bangalore and to whom the city is home, I agree and disagree with you :)

    It’s true that Bangalore is a young city… (And that’s not anything to do with the IT industry)… It’s been that way for the last two decades. But. it’s also true that the city re-invents itself every 10 years. So there is no one Bangalore, there are many Bangalores… And each of these layers that lie beneath the surface are in a journey in themselves.

    So while I feel your post has captured some of the city’s newness… I feel what’s missing is the city’s oldness and sense of history…

    So the post has captured the surface level experience of Bangalore’s latest re-invention of itself… But that is only one Bangalore… Missing are the many Bangalores… And it’s these many Bangalores that give you avenues to explore an aspect of yourself that you still have to discover.

    But life is long… I wish you an awesome journey ahead… And I hope that on a future visit you do discover at least one of these many Bangalores… And may that also be your window to why long after the IT boom has gone, the city will always a fascination for the Bangalorean :)

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  6. “Same place where I came from, the big bad yet annoyingly perfect capital city, New Delhi.”
    big, bad, annoying! there is nothing perfect so the first three adjectives apply to your New Delhi.

    ” A city which is known to be dil walon ki (of people with heart)”
    Dusra kucch hai hi nahi toh dilwalon ki hi kahenge!! Watch Rishi kapoor’s dialogues in Delhi – 6.

    “et where people are rude and foul mouthed”
    And people call it Dil Walon ki! What a joke!

    “relatively smooth traffic making it unsafe for women who dare to go out in the nights”
    What a justification for the barbarity of people here that has made the place unsafe for women. There is relatively smooth traffic in Mumbai and Pune too. Why are they not unsafe for women in the nights? It is the culture (which you won’t understand).

    “a city with big wide roads”
    Gift from Government as it is the city of babus! Mumbai deserves big roads (and it has many too) but it is a place of businessmen, not babus.

    [some content censored for reason racial abuse]

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  7. “some content censored for reason racial abuse” :-(
    \Why??

    There is no racial abuse there! I have seen what kind of comments are censored… Mine just tells the truth logically which I think a fascist (or at least non democratic) person like you doesn’t wish to publish..

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  8. Welcome to Delhi honey bun.

    I sure Delhi is capable enough to make you forget about Blore.
    And on the top of that I am in delhi. Will show you the delhi you have never seen.
    We will party all night long and gonna shake our tush on the music baby.

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  9. Aah.. I’ve lived in Blore for 6 yrs and yet there is this urge to go back.. I love that city and leaving the place when u’ve had the best times is alws gonna haunt u.. Atleast it haunts me!

    I don’t think any “Tom, Dick or Harry” city can douse the feeling… while Delhi.. surely not!

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  10. I think its pointeless for me to request people to refrain from personal attacks and racist statements. They will do it anyway and I don’t moderate comments as a policy…so can’t help it. Sorry to those who are hurt.

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  11. im completely agree with u..
    as i was in bangalore for more than 5 years though i’m nt a indian….
    i really enjoyed my college life there with lots of indian friends….

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  12. Such deep thoughts. I loved this post better than the prequel, probably because of the depth in the thoughts expressed. I think in the same way, too. :)

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  13. I’ve lived about 5 years in bangalore and one thing I can tell u is that it is way way better than Delhi and it’s uncultured people and harrasment one get’s there if you specially are from north east or unfortunately a female.bangalore is small compared to Delhi and it’s surroundings but it is the city to be living in india…no comparison.

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