May be this question is asked by so many people to themselves. Many times we ask ourselves why this only happens to me? Why only me? Why only I am struggling this much? Why the other person is happier than me? Why this problem to me in this already problematic situation.
These kinds of above questions would be said in ourselves including me. We all find ourselves as odd ones when we are in tough times, when we are facing the problem or passing through the crucial times. But we fail to understand that there is no one in the world without grief without bad moments or problems irrespective of their gender, age, nationality, economical class, caste, religion and race. Everyone faces these kinds of bad situations and sometimes big disasters which make their lives upside down and bring very drastic changes in their personalities and lives which are never expected. Later on their friends and relatives would be amused by seeing it and wonder why this kind of sudden change has happened.
People suddenly change for two reasons one if they have been hurt a lot or they have been learnt a lot. So grief is never escapable, death of friends and relatives is also fate. So we have to just move forward. Only the people who have this caliber can move on in their lives. They are the real people.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Hospet to Bangalore Via Tumkur
I had completed my BBM. The 6th semester was over in SSIBM, Tumkur. Now what! Haven't had enough guts to take something new I mean new course which would have been taken after I would dug myself for what I really wanted from life. But no, as a typical BBM student I also went for PGCET coaching and then gave exam in Bellary. Due to little hardwork-smartwork and grace of God I got a don't know what to say good or not bad ranking of 1295.
Then I took seat in CBSMS, Bangalore. Actually I had decided that I would take seat in Bangalore only. In my opinion it was better because I would get a job there itself after completion of my course at that I will also be familiar with Bangalore.
But first I had thoughts about where to stay, with whom and how much would be the spending. I also had doubts about how to take I mean carry that much luggage in the bus. I had told about this to my friend also. Then he said "Dude it's Bangalore life. You will learn as time passes."
I was actually frustrated and angry at my father when we left the bus near Mysore Bank Stop and walked upto subway near Gandhi Nagar. It was noon and I was feeling dizziness and fatigue in the bus. I was really feeling sick. I was angry on my father for that and told him that we would have left the bus near the lodge itself. He told me that there was no stop but I did'nt listen. I am still shameful for what I said and did to my dad.
So actually journey of mine to Bangalore starts from the day I came with my 61 or 62 year old father. Even though I had been to Bangalore once in 9th standard(1st time)and few times while studying BBM I was not much familiar with the city. SO then it started.
Later casual round, seat selection, admission in of the best MBA colleges of Bangalore. Stayed in Tumkur because had some official college work like TC, NDC, PDC, MC etc., At least I have traveled 5 to 6 times to Tumkur in my first semester of MBA.
Before going to college I stayed with my childhood friend can call him best buddy Sri in BTM layout. He really helped me then. I was poor guy in that moment who knew very less about Bangalore, Bangaloreans and Bangalorisation. Hardly I can forget his help. We both searched PG in Chamrajpet near Uma theater. It’s my first place where I resided in Bangalore. It was quiet good. But later I found that staying there for longer time wouldn’t be suitable for me. I don’t wanted to stay in that kind of environment.
In the class my few classmates were searching for the room. Then finally we got a 2BHK in Sampangi Ramnagar in 3rd floor. But before that foolishly we stayed for 15-20 days in a place called Tindlu which was 15-20 kms away from Majestic. It was cool there. But it wasn’t like we were studying and staying in Bangalore. It was like we were staying in some village and going to college by a journey of bus. By the way it was the last stop. Attraction of that place would be the look alike of patron towers.
In SR nagar including me 2 others moved and another fellow also moved a little later. Obviously when came to new home there were things to be bought, brought, invest and share. There was little hard work in the beginning of the 15-20 days. Then slowly things started settling down. College, College and College.
Presentations, internals, groupworks, style, status, communication and being bangalorean. Adopting to the Bangalore life without completely loosing the moral character which has been formed and taken shape till the years.
Have seen many things in Bangalore and may be have got the status of Bangalore guide to my acquaintances. Khanteerava stadium, Cubbon Park, Forum Mall, Mantri square, VITM, MG road, Vidhana Soudha, High Court, SBM, Avenue road, Basavana Gudi,and still more I guess. Recently the namma metro.
So slowly I am becoming Bangalorean and trying to understand the life here. NO matter how much time I spend and travel I will never completely be able to understand it. Nut lust for knowledge and information never ends. So many people come to Bangalore everyday from different parts of the state, nation and the world.
I wonder how many people would come to Bangalore only once in their lifetime in a single given day. It really amazes me. Almost every ones story is same. They come here as bachelors in search of career, get jobs and then marriage, children, making property, putting their children in school and being really recognizable in the society and can be called as real Bangalorean. They forget what they were now just Bangaloreans.
Often I wonder who will take care of me if I fall sick like 10 or 20 days bed rest. Probably there is no one there who could take care. I can only seek some help from my friends. But to be frank there is no one who would give a fuck about me if something wrong happens to me. It’s all about optimism. That nothing ill or bad happens even though daily I see so many negative things.
Anywhere you go you look at some one competitive, dressed smart, talking smartly, using modern gadgets. So it’s really difficult here to cope up with pace of life. I wonder that it’s difficult for me to live as a 22 year old what would be the fate of old aged people who are less educated, less energetic, less alert, who don’t understand the modern day technology and what about the poor who are found in railway station with lot of luggage and probably go to their hometown once in a year, who don’t have reservation seats. Each and every second of their life is full with struggle. They don’t get anything easily. Even have to fight for normal drinking water which may have pathogenic bacteriaes in it. FATE
Sitting in the normal buses sometimes just glancing the Volvo(Vajra High Tech) buses. Techies would be seen in them. Saturday and Sunday holiday and Monday to Friday same typical routine. Even a slight news about recession would make them feel sick.
So I say Bangalore is a place where so many life styles can be found. Different kinds of people from various places, different levels of education, different professionals, undefined relations.
SHAYAD YEHI LIFE HAI.
Then I took seat in CBSMS, Bangalore. Actually I had decided that I would take seat in Bangalore only. In my opinion it was better because I would get a job there itself after completion of my course at that I will also be familiar with Bangalore.
But first I had thoughts about where to stay, with whom and how much would be the spending. I also had doubts about how to take I mean carry that much luggage in the bus. I had told about this to my friend also. Then he said "Dude it's Bangalore life. You will learn as time passes."
I was actually frustrated and angry at my father when we left the bus near Mysore Bank Stop and walked upto subway near Gandhi Nagar. It was noon and I was feeling dizziness and fatigue in the bus. I was really feeling sick. I was angry on my father for that and told him that we would have left the bus near the lodge itself. He told me that there was no stop but I did'nt listen. I am still shameful for what I said and did to my dad.
So actually journey of mine to Bangalore starts from the day I came with my 61 or 62 year old father. Even though I had been to Bangalore once in 9th standard(1st time)and few times while studying BBM I was not much familiar with the city. SO then it started.
Later casual round, seat selection, admission in of the best MBA colleges of Bangalore. Stayed in Tumkur because had some official college work like TC, NDC, PDC, MC etc., At least I have traveled 5 to 6 times to Tumkur in my first semester of MBA.
Before going to college I stayed with my childhood friend can call him best buddy Sri in BTM layout. He really helped me then. I was poor guy in that moment who knew very less about Bangalore, Bangaloreans and Bangalorisation. Hardly I can forget his help. We both searched PG in Chamrajpet near Uma theater. It’s my first place where I resided in Bangalore. It was quiet good. But later I found that staying there for longer time wouldn’t be suitable for me. I don’t wanted to stay in that kind of environment.
In the class my few classmates were searching for the room. Then finally we got a 2BHK in Sampangi Ramnagar in 3rd floor. But before that foolishly we stayed for 15-20 days in a place called Tindlu which was 15-20 kms away from Majestic. It was cool there. But it wasn’t like we were studying and staying in Bangalore. It was like we were staying in some village and going to college by a journey of bus. By the way it was the last stop. Attraction of that place would be the look alike of patron towers.
In SR nagar including me 2 others moved and another fellow also moved a little later. Obviously when came to new home there were things to be bought, brought, invest and share. There was little hard work in the beginning of the 15-20 days. Then slowly things started settling down. College, College and College.
Presentations, internals, groupworks, style, status, communication and being bangalorean. Adopting to the Bangalore life without completely loosing the moral character which has been formed and taken shape till the years.
Have seen many things in Bangalore and may be have got the status of Bangalore guide to my acquaintances. Khanteerava stadium, Cubbon Park, Forum Mall, Mantri square, VITM, MG road, Vidhana Soudha, High Court, SBM, Avenue road, Basavana Gudi,and still more I guess. Recently the namma metro.
So slowly I am becoming Bangalorean and trying to understand the life here. NO matter how much time I spend and travel I will never completely be able to understand it. Nut lust for knowledge and information never ends. So many people come to Bangalore everyday from different parts of the state, nation and the world.
I wonder how many people would come to Bangalore only once in their lifetime in a single given day. It really amazes me. Almost every ones story is same. They come here as bachelors in search of career, get jobs and then marriage, children, making property, putting their children in school and being really recognizable in the society and can be called as real Bangalorean. They forget what they were now just Bangaloreans.
Often I wonder who will take care of me if I fall sick like 10 or 20 days bed rest. Probably there is no one there who could take care. I can only seek some help from my friends. But to be frank there is no one who would give a fuck about me if something wrong happens to me. It’s all about optimism. That nothing ill or bad happens even though daily I see so many negative things.
Anywhere you go you look at some one competitive, dressed smart, talking smartly, using modern gadgets. So it’s really difficult here to cope up with pace of life. I wonder that it’s difficult for me to live as a 22 year old what would be the fate of old aged people who are less educated, less energetic, less alert, who don’t understand the modern day technology and what about the poor who are found in railway station with lot of luggage and probably go to their hometown once in a year, who don’t have reservation seats. Each and every second of their life is full with struggle. They don’t get anything easily. Even have to fight for normal drinking water which may have pathogenic bacteriaes in it. FATE
Sitting in the normal buses sometimes just glancing the Volvo(Vajra High Tech) buses. Techies would be seen in them. Saturday and Sunday holiday and Monday to Friday same typical routine. Even a slight news about recession would make them feel sick.
So I say Bangalore is a place where so many life styles can be found. Different kinds of people from various places, different levels of education, different professionals, undefined relations.
SHAYAD YEHI LIFE HAI.
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