Tag: bangalore

The First Day in a PG

It sounds grand writing like this. At the end of another working day, I drive down 3.5km instead of 35km, and there I am. The road seems dustier than ever before. I park the car in front, the road leads to nowhere. In front, furious construction for some more identical multi-storied monsters that house these

Staying in a “Ladies PG”

It’s all very quaint and Victorian. We don’t call them PG for Women. Or men. It’s PG for Gents. And PG for Ladies. The “gents” in question live in some slovenly conditions. The ladies, it seems, are a little better. But they remain squashed. Sharing a little room with 3 or 4, and calling it

Bangalore’s PG Village

Wandering through the bylanes of Marathalli, Bellandur, and various other villages was a revelation. I am a traveler, and yesterday I traveled far and wide through some of Bangalore’s dustiest, narrowest, and barely livable localities. And no place I had traveled to quite was so appalling in its squalor. Row after row of houses. All

The Mute and Bowring

Looking down the far edge of the wall, there she was. At the same place as she always had been. She had this one place that she occupied, hugging the walls of Bowring Curzon hospital.  In front, several fast food restaurants. And the hub and throng of Shivajinagar’s people as they moved through its narrow

Turning Around

I haven’t been able to write in a while. I don’t know why – I have travel stories still moving around in my head, turning the corners of roads I have already been. There are life stories that invite me to fall back on memory – there are stories that need no category, that are

Glass

Saturday morning here. The sun is out –initially almost as if he was hesitating –a dash of blue skies and a riot of grey before he made up his mind. And now, it is a blaze of heat, warmth and all that is glorious in the world. I got up at 7:15AM because there was

Leaf Dust

Where have all the days gone? The minutes that imprint themselves into the vacant spaces of our days? So much has happened the past few weeks…I feel like I have traversed into time —into the past pages of our lives, journeyed into the future in the promised pages of our lives and somehow forgot the