Bangalore is heart and Mumbai is mind, but the simplest mention of Pune, brings a smile to my face because of the special place it holds in my heart. 

As with a lot of things, I’ve noticed that my tryst with love usually begins with an abject hatred of something. First impression of Pune was that I had to run away from it and not come even inches close to it. This happened during the time when I was interviewing at Simc. I was disappointed that it was so much like an older Bangalore. I assured two of my friends that I would definitely not take it up because Pune wasn’t Mumbai and I then believed that I had needed the vibe of Mumbai. 

I couldn’t have been more wrong bout Pune. Having lived in Lavale for two blissful years, I think this city will always be home of a different kind. The kind of home that gave me hope in finding good in different  people and an acceptance of myself, thanks to my people.  

As I undertake this bus journey home, from Mumbai. I am fleetingly passing through the lanes of Pune city  and I’m nostalgic like hell. What stands out is our countless trips to FC road on broke days, with friends and not so good friends, celebrity spotting while on a ‘research’ project to study religious tourism and it’s effects, (I’m amazed a senior sent us knowing fully well that we couldn’t have access to Osho, no regrets though cause that was a beautiful day!), a full day Pune Darshan at the end of two years (now I can brag about places in Pune to everyone), of freshers nights that turned to the beginning of common crushes and friendships, of dosa and coffee trips with the  extended best girl gang that one could possibly have.. And of countless as bus rides, to the ‘city’ and back to the hostel, just because. ‘Let’s go through city’ was music to the ears! And yet, the amazing solitude our rooms offered. 

It’s  funny how you comfortable you get with your people. How you video call each other, even if it’s as rare as once in a few months. How connected you are, and how much it makes you feel happy.. Knowing that they’re there. Man. I miss you guys! 

And I  haven’t even talked about the campus fun. Shared secrets, embarrassments, gossip and stories about the people you detest? Sigh. 

I can only hope that meeting all of you in two months, is going to culminate in  an epic extravaganza. 

So long, beauties! 

#ThirtyTrinkets Day 12

After a rather tumultuous break on the blog front, I’m back for the long haul. It’s a pleasant albeit slightly gloomy welcome to the beautiful symbiosis campus, oh so often do I thank my stars for this bliss. Four and half hours of CRM lecture and tomorrow’s off seems legit. So ‘Nya, ‘Lya and I are embarking on Pune Darshan tomorrow. I have my doubts about the trip owing to monsoon but come on, it’s now or never. If you’ve thought it, you ought to do it.

On an unrelated yet extremely important note, else I wouldn’t be doing justice to the title, I wore these pretty scorpion trinkets today. 

Scorpions bring a certain element of distrust in me and reminds me of the poem we had in Class ten. 

#ThirtyTrinkets Day 11

I’m finally home after a short hiatus at college. I wanted to write this post the night I was traveling, but lethargy.


This pair of small cute, black studs was gifted to my by me ex. No, not that kinda ex.  My! Your imagination runs. Alright, it was a gift from Priyanka who was my roomie for year one of college. She’s this bubble of energy who can charm even the most reserved people. I couldn’t even believe that she had a science background in her graduation because she’s just the perfect journalist that I’d always pictured in my head. And we’ve parted Ways on the room front to accommodate other people, but we’re always bumbling into each other in the corridors or rooms.

I was trying to read The Alchemist but I could progress much as I had the night bus and I was travelling with a friend. There’s something very comforting about travel that it relaxed you and opens you to a whole lot of thoughts that you wouldn’t normally have if you were sitting in your bed and wondering what to do.
Anyway, this time, on reaching Bangalore, I took the local Bmtc bus instead of a plush cab. It was pleasant weather and the ride, although an hour in itself, was relatively peaceful. Not many people know I’m in the city, it was such a hasty decision after all.

More on Bangalore Times, later. Adios for now!

Bangalore- A Monday Un-blued.

Here’s what happened one of these days when I was affected with the blues of a typical Monday.

So Twinks asks me to accompany her to the British Library and I’m jubilant! It gives me something more refreshing to do than avoid my Grandma’s piercing questions about where my life is headed (I’m an Engineer now).

Having been to the library, I get to show off and act bossy. So we decide to meet up at the Shivaji-nagar bus depot and I buy the bus pass. (70 damn bucks for a day’s pass!! Just thinking about it makes me cringe.)

I must admit that when I first heard of the institution called the British Library, I had imagined a majestic building nestled amidst the luxurious Bangalore green, with a vast expanse of space. I visualized shelves arranged across the length of the room with books fighting for space, the musty sweet smell of old books pervading the air. But that notion was shattered dramatically when I set foot into the Library a year ago and found a modern-swanky setting. The place was all of one floor with books vying for space between DVD’s and CD’s. I remember asking in astonishment-Is this All??

Yet, the cool scented air, myriad collection and well maintained books impress. Twinks and I were like lost sheep. She succumbed to its charms and got a membership and emphasised that it was to gain knowledge about History and Geography. Her intentions cast a serious doubt in mind when she got the first periodical issued- A Football Magazine! Complete with the profiles of the hottest stars on the Cover page. I guess she meant history of the players and geography of –err  sorry, I digress.

Our next sojourn was Cubbon Park. Memories of childhood days spent on the Toy train, swings and the Columbus ride came rushing back to me. It was a ritual to play, get exhausted and colour my tongue with the ever-pink favorite-Cotton Candy. *Drool* That hasn’t changed till date!

 We discovered that they now have an entrance fee to this section of the park. It was so pleasant to sit on rocks under the shade and eat the rolls we had packed for lunch. It is somewhat Ironic that the heart of Bangalore-which houses the bustling streets of MG and Brigade road, can also be such a peaceful place.

Next on the Menu: Indian Coffee House. As the name says it, this has to be the coffee enthusiast’s paradise. I’ve walked by Church Street so many times and have always managed to miss this outlet. Remind me to thank my Pal Udox who revealed its exact location. Walk in and don’t be surprised to feel that you’ve entered an old era. The waiters still dress in white starched uniforms with a red and gold bordered turban. The posters on the wall are ancient and intriguing and adds to the allure. We saw a lot of people, yound and old frequenting the place. Hence I  don’t think I’m biased in saying that the steaming cup of coffee, it’s one of the Best Coffee I’ve had ! 

After this blissful cup of extravaganza we headed to Indiranagar and sunk into the couch at a friend’s place. The day simply gets gets better when the mind gets Information to process(read gossip, especially the nefarious kind).  We might have continued exploring a comic cafe in the neighborhood had rains not played spoilsport. So we called it a day And I headed home to read- Stop in the name of Pants by Louise Rennison. In hindsight, that was not a wise choice! *Sigh*

There’s something genuinely nice about a day well spent with friends, books and coffee. That, then, is the key to Un-blue-ing your day! 🙂    

a cup of coffee