Bangalore is beautiful… the weather, that is. The city, I can’t say the same about, much to my dismay. The promenade where I would stroll down with friends and sit on the steps with chai and moongphali…is now a pile of rubble…eagerly, desperately awaiting the new Metro.
The weather…. turbulent winds and rain are sweeping the city. Random outbursts of thunder and lightning through the day and the night. I am cursed…it always starts pouring as soon I step out of the house. The autowalas are having a field day, hawking up their prices by 3 times, and getting it too, from hapless stranded people.
When I go out to our open air cafeteria with friends, to have our customary morning-evening cuppa..I have to tear myself away to come back inside. It is such bliss to feel the wind in my hair, to inhale big lungfuls of air, moist and sweet-smelling from the earth. I miss those days when I could dance in the rain with my friends, and we would come home to the knowledge of clean towels, piping hot coffee and samosas waiting for us.
Now, I will have to get my own towels and tea. And if my mother even heard about samosas, she would kill me… or get my aunt to do so. How the mighty have fallen!! :-D
The weather matches the mood in office. In Pharmaceutical marketing, there is a concept of a drug moving through different phases – I, II, III, Registration – before it can be launched into the market. It is safe to say that the entire middle management levels are in the latter two stages… chance mila toh “bhaaago”, as epitomized by Bollywood’s very own SRK, in his latest feel-good-dancing-around-trees flick.
We all watch and we wait… and meantime, we have come full cycle….
It is the best of times, it is the worst of times; it is the age of wisdom; it is the age of foolishness,
It is the epoch of belief, it is the epoch of incredulity; it is the season of light; it is the season of darkness.
Charles Dickens – A Tale of Two Cities