(This is a very long overdue post, I guess I have been just too lazy to put my bum on a seat open the laptop and write; but as they say right, better late than never :) )
In the midst of pathetically long working hours ( mostly during MSU), booze drenched euphoric weekends, the frenzied pursuit of a fleeting happiness, dazzled by the new-found liberation of being alone in a different city,overwhelmed with the liberties that come hand-in-hand with the seemingly menial reponsibilities ,which seem humungous right now; I realise being alone teaches you a lot about yourself.
I for one, realised that it is not easy to come back to an empty house at the end of the day; actually realised is a mild word...it hit me with a bam and I fell flat on my face with a swollen forehead. I tried desperately to grab on whatever came on my way, I was looking for anything that might seem constant in this flurry of activities...and ahem well... let's not talk about how that turned out to be. For all, who do not know, I ended up sitting on the side of the road with a rotten egg dripping down the side of my face ,the invisible hand pointing and laughing out loud mouthing the words "I Told U So"(almost literally!).
Yeah, I realised being strong takes a lot of courage , it is way much easier to depend on someone else and just let go; but well there are repercussions which one must be prepared to face.
On the pros list, I learned to cook, yeah maybe not a thousand delicacies but well the basic stuff to make life easier and spare my taste buds from South Indian horrors...but yeah there is still a long way to go, and I am going to enjoy that route.
I have started loving taking walks, particularly alone. A walk in this mildly chilly bangalore weather through the beautiful, well-maintained localities of Whitefield with/without music playing in my ears gives me a solitary moment to enjoy with myself.It renews the much-needed faith in myself.
I have eaten out at a restaurent alone, and it does not feel as shitty as i always made it out to be.
I am yet to see a movie alone and see how that actually feels like, I was always under the impression creeps do it;but now I am more open to new things.
I have realised I prefer coffee shops than pubs any day, though I am in utter lack of company in this respect.And I want to go to second hand bookstores, I miss that dusty smell of books that are going yellow, burdened with time but not age.
From the start itself, I have hated Bangalore: I have always felt proud of the heritage and the intellectualism my own city boasts of and in comparison Bangalore did not hold any ground.I did not realise then it is not essentially the culture that makes up a place home, it is always the people.And for finding them, here, I am eternally grateful. It was entirely a rose-tinted view as I am making it sound, but atleast the view was there...and now it is just time to try on a new pair of glasses.
Bottomline, I still do not like the place. I still do not like boozing on weekends like maniacs, but I still do it.Adapting may not be fun, nevertheless is necessary.
:D
In the midst of pathetically long working hours ( mostly during MSU), booze drenched euphoric weekends, the frenzied pursuit of a fleeting happiness, dazzled by the new-found liberation of being alone in a different city,overwhelmed with the liberties that come hand-in-hand with the seemingly menial reponsibilities ,which seem humungous right now; I realise being alone teaches you a lot about yourself.
I for one, realised that it is not easy to come back to an empty house at the end of the day; actually realised is a mild word...it hit me with a bam and I fell flat on my face with a swollen forehead. I tried desperately to grab on whatever came on my way, I was looking for anything that might seem constant in this flurry of activities...and ahem well... let's not talk about how that turned out to be. For all, who do not know, I ended up sitting on the side of the road with a rotten egg dripping down the side of my face ,the invisible hand pointing and laughing out loud mouthing the words "I Told U So"(almost literally!).
Yeah, I realised being strong takes a lot of courage , it is way much easier to depend on someone else and just let go; but well there are repercussions which one must be prepared to face.
On the pros list, I learned to cook, yeah maybe not a thousand delicacies but well the basic stuff to make life easier and spare my taste buds from South Indian horrors...but yeah there is still a long way to go, and I am going to enjoy that route.
I have started loving taking walks, particularly alone. A walk in this mildly chilly bangalore weather through the beautiful, well-maintained localities of Whitefield with/without music playing in my ears gives me a solitary moment to enjoy with myself.It renews the much-needed faith in myself.
I have eaten out at a restaurent alone, and it does not feel as shitty as i always made it out to be.
I am yet to see a movie alone and see how that actually feels like, I was always under the impression creeps do it;but now I am more open to new things.
I have realised I prefer coffee shops than pubs any day, though I am in utter lack of company in this respect.And I want to go to second hand bookstores, I miss that dusty smell of books that are going yellow, burdened with time but not age.
From the start itself, I have hated Bangalore: I have always felt proud of the heritage and the intellectualism my own city boasts of and in comparison Bangalore did not hold any ground.I did not realise then it is not essentially the culture that makes up a place home, it is always the people.And for finding them, here, I am eternally grateful. It was entirely a rose-tinted view as I am making it sound, but atleast the view was there...and now it is just time to try on a new pair of glasses.
Bottomline, I still do not like the place. I still do not like boozing on weekends like maniacs, but I still do it.Adapting may not be fun, nevertheless is necessary.
:D
