The Saga Of Life

Got a ‘ Being Human ’ shirt??? Probably yes! We do believe in updating ourselves with the latest trend even if we do not genuinely give it a thought. As I see the young and mid old wear colours and roam on the streets of Bangalore, I anchored myself to keep a count (not that I do not have better things to do ;)) Commercial Street in Bangalore is what SarojiniNagar is to Delhi . A fashionable crowd eager to make an earnest style statement, petty thieves looking for an enduring opportunity to put their hands to work, shopkeepers announcing the fab discounts in store amidst aspiring eyes that wish to own everything they pass by is a regular sight. We were proud of our timing to find a parking for the Hyundai I2O . It was going to be a family and fun day for the three of us (my aunty, her daughter and the writer). We walked down to the main street as I constantly nodded to the introduction tour of ‘Shopping in Bangalore’. It was noon before we found ourselves seated in a restau

Nowhere on Earth does humanity present itself in such a dizzying, creative burst of cultures and religions, races and tongues. ~ A Rough Guide to India Seliger would not be complete without an evening dedicated to the flavours of Incredible India . With the biggest delegation, team India had a lot to showcase on the demands of the fellow participants on a voluntary platform. The evening sizzled with traditional outfits as all of us dressed in the best of the sarees and dresses to bring India live at Seliger. We were overwhelmed by the international participants who decided to be a part of the Indian family at large. As the sunset, it continued to light due to the innumerable clicks that splashed from every possible corner. I could say, the air smelled no lesser than a wedding ceremony! The venue was all decorated in colourful dupattas and rangoli to welcome the Seligerians . In no time, we ran out of space to accommodate the curious and interested one world, that

‘Co-exist’ has tend to establish itself as the word of the day in this economically political democratic country of ours.  This observation of mine comes from the two time daily 10 minute walk to one of the greatest place to work in the city of trees and gardens. Not to forget the amount of nicotine I am passively forced to take in, leave alone the nitrogens and carbondioxides. The footpath is the only road in Domlur that ensures guaranteed success in the unbeatable traffic that walks in parallel. As I walk by, I am disturbed by the half dozen unhygienic shelters that have invaded the footpath for a quarter kilometre. The usual scene includes representation of a member from each family settled there. I usually slow down when I see the kid taking a shot at the stones piled in front of him with concentration that reminds me of Arjuna and the bird on the tree. The kids applaud the player’s strike and fight for a chance to display their skills at the game.  The women wash utens