Home after an unexpectedly and unnecessarily long journey and as usual the buck stops with me for the mess. Hope to be wiser every time.
It was all fine till Hassan, actually. For long I've been travelling home by train and with train you tend to miss the real picture because it's after all one vehicle. But when you are on a bus and you look around waiting for the enormous line in front of the toll booth to clear, you kind of get some idea of the numbers leaving Bangalore. All sorts of vehicles carrying a promise of deliverance...Anyway,the red bus that we got was full with mostly IT-like crowd, silent and minding their nap or mobiles. Except for the lady next to me who was incessantly on calls and almost taught me MalayaLam in the process. Her 5 year-old son was an angel though, putting to shame Rishi and P, who couldn't sigh and curse enough, especially after we hit the rough patch.
Hassan started off with a nightmarish traffic snarl, as if we were those sinners who even a river couldn't swallow. The river Hemavati in fact looked impoverished and even in the ghats, there are signs of yet another year of diminished rainfall; browned and thirsty-looking fauna, dried up rivulets and waterfalls. The brown dust is also added by the road-widening work happening all along the coast, the hillside carved up and looking like the claw marks of a giant tiger. I wonder how long it will be for it to grow green again.
It was all fine till Hassan, actually. For long I've been travelling home by train and with train you tend to miss the real picture because it's after all one vehicle. But when you are on a bus and you look around waiting for the enormous line in front of the toll booth to clear, you kind of get some idea of the numbers leaving Bangalore. All sorts of vehicles carrying a promise of deliverance...Anyway,the red bus that we got was full with mostly IT-like crowd, silent and minding their nap or mobiles. Except for the lady next to me who was incessantly on calls and almost taught me MalayaLam in the process. Her 5 year-old son was an angel though, putting to shame Rishi and P, who couldn't sigh and curse enough, especially after we hit the rough patch.
Hassan started off with a nightmarish traffic snarl, as if we were those sinners who even a river couldn't swallow. The river Hemavati in fact looked impoverished and even in the ghats, there are signs of yet another year of diminished rainfall; browned and thirsty-looking fauna, dried up rivulets and waterfalls. The brown dust is also added by the road-widening work happening all along the coast, the hillside carved up and looking like the claw marks of a giant tiger. I wonder how long it will be for it to grow green again.
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