One Last Time

When the cool invigorating winds of Bangalore struck me in the face this morning, I mused reminiscingly to myself that not much has changed. The cool salubrious morning, greetings of solicitous auto-drivers, rickety buses, Richmond circle -- the landmark which heralded my nearing of the office, the bus-stand where I philosophised sanctimoniously, raved, ranted and vented out my frustration and coughed out my clouded lungs and fogged heart to the Godmother and Elizabeth Taylor, Brigade road, MG Road, the Ulsoor Police Station, Cambridge Layout -- not much change at all, I mused. In the past one month. I mused and mused about this trifle and marvelled at how fleeting glimpses of immortality coalese into the tenebrous truth of the ephemeral.
 
The whole of today I have been wandering like a vagabond, excecrating at autos that sputter and smoke like the chimney, cursing the careening buses and maddening traffic, denouncing the meretricious pomposity of the place, fuming at the totally unprofessional and non-committal service in the shops, guffawing at the heavily made up pseudo-babes... enjoying myself once before leaving for the US. One last time...

- posted by Dileepan @ 3:22:00 am

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