Getting Old

Shift this week is from 730pm till 430 am, gives me a chance of leisurely getting up, spending some time with myself, and of course a long lazy getting ready for office drill. Combing my hair i notice some grey hairs :( i am 28 this may, one third of my life has gone, where am i, what do i want to do?.

I always had this feeling, that i am immortal, i can never grow old, strength and vitality will always be my best friends. Alas my hair betray me. It hits me hard knowing that someday i would be no more.

I look back to my life gone past particularly those days of childhood innocence, free from malice. My summer holidays spent in Chandigarh with my cousins. The ice cream wallah outside my school, the saving money to eat hot dogs in my school canteen. The days spent in the protection of home, someone always fawning over me taking care of my needs.


All that is past now but i retain fond memories. Memories that help me get over bad patches.

Enough of that, i still have a long way to go. Marriage, kids, My own house someday, the maturity amount of all the policies i have taken out :D Have big plans after retirement. Want to see the world, have a huge house somewhere, a farmhouse, some fields, build a lot of things. I eagerly look forward to that all.

A Night Owl and Blore weather

I hate getting up early, but woe oh woe, bai comes at 7am daily. sleeping at 2 and waking up at 7..pure torture. make me sleep as late but don't ask me to get up early. Early mornings gives rise to a grumpy me.

But what i enjoy of mornings is the cool breeze. Bangalore is still one of those places where you can enjoy zyphers till about 830 am. Cool refreshing, clear, good as long as it lasts, unfortunately followed by searing heat thru the months of march - July. Bangalore normally rains a bit during Jan-March(so say old timers), but this year has been exception. Rapid urbanization, increasing number of vehicles, cutting down of trees have caused the climate to degrade. What was once one of the best cities to stay in is now just another Joe.

The First

Driving down from electronic city to ITPL, is an adventure in itself, 35 Kms. of wondering where would be a jam, which road has been blocked today add to its charm. Today at Silk Board Fly over, a boy asked for a lift to Whitefield, hesitant at first I asked him to hop on. He gave me his name "Rajesh" and was in the 8th Standard. He was at Silk Board to visit his relatives. Born and brought up in Bangalore he could speak fluent English, and Kannada. His uncle had dropped him at silk board in the morning and his aunt was supposed to pick him up later this evening. Oh this was his first time in a car. He gave me advice on the benefits of having a big car, and of not using two wheelers in Bangalore :D.

As we neared ITPL, he told me he had no money as his uncle did not have change. He needed something to reach home...his bus fare. He was pretty apologetic and seemed ashame to ask for help. I lent him 20 bucks for his fare.

Was i being taken for a ride? Was this a new type of con? I might never know, but i would rather be conned here than risk the chance that he was telling the truth. He wanted my contact so he could send back the money, but i asked him to similarly help someone in need.