"The city is not a concrete jungle, it's a human zoo."
~ Desmond Morris
A desk and chair by the window. An oddly quiet hotel room in contrast to the view it offers. Translucent beige drapes trying hard to veil the stark ugliness of a construction site. Another addition of the 'state-of-the-art elegance' to the already bursting-at-seams concrete jungle. Stray bits of news glare from the city daily's front page. I ignore them all, choosing a classic and my favorite Latin American in the world, Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The subtle aroma of green tea with a hint of cinnamon and honey from a bag. The nervous anticipations of finding a place and fitting in to the rhythms of a maddeningly crowded city. The comforting assurances of old friends who are just a call and some kilometers away.
So that's me Bangalore-d for now. Though not in the strictest sense of the word.
Hello Suman:
ReplyDeleteThe view from the window sounds, we rather regret to say, similar to that which these days may be seen from most London hotels. All rather depressing.
But not so Gabriel Marcia Márquez who has to be one of the finest writers of the twentieth century. Or so we think.
Dear Suman
ReplyDeleteYou have arrived in Bangalore. Let the adventures begin!. I wish you success in finding a comfortable apartment which you can call home.
Your book sounds infinitely superior to what is contained in the newspaper.
Helenxx
I look forward to discovering Bangalore through your eyes, words and pictures!! It's a new chapter of your life. I am sure that this city will be a great source of inspiration. So take time. And let this adventure begin!! Love
ReplyDeleteBangalore’d? Is there another meaning?
ReplyDeleteIn any case, best wishes and good luck finding what you’re after.
welcome to namma bengaluru
ReplyDeleteAs I read this with the knowledge that you must, by now, be settled, I can still get a sense of being on the cusp of something at once familiar and brand new.
ReplyDeleteConcrete jungle? I hope you find a bit of green.