Out Of My Window

Glimpse of Garden City-Out Of My Window

It’s been 9 days since I came to Bengaluru; this city has everything going on its wheel. Everything is moving at its highest speed, to where we are not sure of. This city is always busy, always hooked up to something, you live here or you’re here for vacation or you’re working or studying, if not for these reasons and you’re here to find a way for your living, then you’re in a place where everything makes you feel like you’re nothing. Those big buildings you see out of the bus window, those busy people with their headphones on their ears, carrying a heavy bag from God knows where to where. Half of the people spend their daily life on a bus or vehicles here.  Another half population just got lucky. The night view which is filled with electric lights makes you forget that there exists something called as stars. Palace like malls, river like roads, those big bridges which makes you wonder what a human can achieve. The multiple languages you get to hear some you recognize some you don’t. You want to talk to that person who sat beside you, but those headphones give you a big red signal. You just sat on a bus, you should get off at a particular stop and you don’t know when that would come. You open the map and you see the direction, but still there are butterflies in your stomach, what if I miss the stop? What if I already skipped the stop? Shall I ask this person beside me? What if they get to know that you’re a newbie and you got robbed?  Having these confusions in your head and you just sigh and look out of your window, the view takes you to the dream world, you dream that you want to fit into this city, the life this city is offering. You want to dress like them, you want to talk like them, you sit there and start to imagine things like this. Window seat will open you to the window of mind and let you fly and float in the ocean of thoughts and imagination. Boom! You heard the name of the stop you should get off, hurry up take your belongings, check if you still have them, get down and appreciate yourself that you just got off at the right time. Bengaluru is a city which brings your dreams, which pushes you towards your passion, which opens you to the door of opportunities, you know all of these and yet you miss your city, your home, your people. You’re a newbie here, no matter how long you stay in this city, there are roads you don’t know, there are places you never knew that they existed, Bengaluru is like a universe which is expanding slowly, so you are always lost in this city. From art to technology, from village to elite places you can experience anything you want here, this is a place where the poor can live and rich can show off, students can get an education and people can work. Any age group can survive here. Bengaluru is a city of dreams. I get that, I can feel that, I can acknowledge that, but still there is something about my own city, that makes me to choose it again and again. The love, affinity towards your city, the name itself is a big relief to you. If we can say from a girl’s perspective, Bengaluru is like a husband’s home, and your own city is like your maternal home, no matter how rich, how fascinating the husband’s home is you would be still at peace in your broken home than in a palace.