One Life

I was reading about the Bangalore Festival (21 nov- 29 nov 2009) in Times of India. In the first place, I felt weird that Bangalore Habba till last year has now become Bangalore Festival, let alone becoming Bengaluru Habba. What the hell does that mean? Are we now catering to non-Bangalore crowd or what? Why does Kailash Kher have to sing in this festival when there are local masters like Raghu Dixit? This put me to thinking down the memory lane when Bengaluru was still Bangalore and I was unperturbed about any changing times for time stood still then.

One memory of weekends was the my father's scooter ride to Vishweshwariah Industrial Museum. This place was a great favorite as a 4 year old. I loved the way a button press would start a waterfall for 2 minutes, which otherwise elders would admire as water gushing onto rotating blades which probably lit up a little bulb somewhere. But c'mon water fell right in front of my eyes and there was like a few rock behind it giving a forest like experience. I felt like a super hero starting and stopping a waterfall.

And then there was the beginning of civilization with wheel and axle and I what appealed to me was the entry to this room which was dimly lit and had statues of men and women rolling the wheels. It was so amusing. I remember trying to give them a hand to roll those carts.

Another floor had a voice recognizer. I could talk into it and it would show waves of differing sizes. Then there was the huge cone with a long curved stem. You just have to drop a coin into the cone and it would circle hundreds of times and fall out of the end of the stem. This was such a cool time pass.

At the end of all these, we would head to Cubbon Park for the Toy Train ride. This was a standard protocol. I would then go to the ice-cream shop in the middle for a chocobar. Then to the merry-go-round and giant-wheel. A round of horse riding right next. Last was a boat ride. What was more amusing about this boat ride was standing in the line to buy tickets for the boat ride, next to the stegosaur monument.

The last time I went to Cubbon park was in Class 10 and this was no where close to thte Cubbon Park I knew so I don't even feel like going there now to see some place I cannot recognize.

This period of time starting October all the way to December is an absolute marriage season. And now that cousins are getting married, your's truly has also been branded "marriageable" and is keenly observing all the marriages. When I announced my cousin's marriage to a firang friend, he asked "did the stars match?" and I replied "i dont know. he's marrying someone he liked". For once I shook my head and realized what I said. Truly my cousin married for love!

If you work for someone/ are being employed by a corporation and yet crave to not be a slave, you might want to read this. Else, you could happily skip or provide your valuable guidance to dummies.

Yeah, I am talking about my travel blog. The part 2 of Thailand trip : Krabi..