Bangalore is crazy
...I'm a child at a lost fair
...a show put on centuries behind the scenes. ....
Of our present paranoia ....of violence and bitter maelstrom...
India has become Jerusalem. ..
Hall of temples and churches mosques and Synagogues...
Worshipping. ..prostrating....
mandating...
Hating.
Its a chilled out relaxed scene
A framed gallery at a surrealist art exhibition.
Boots and bags and
Smiles are spiked and spirited
It's jolly good...with the knobs on.
Happiness is allowed to be hopeful.
Everyone living in Feel Good season....
And everyone knows
that the best dreams
Are lived in ...like common people
With love laughter and eventually
A few screams...
Coffee shot with cream
Sipped in slow...
Even though. ...
Everybody
Seems on the go.
Busy Timers set....I'm the alert observant stopwatch
Taking in all of it
in short doses.
People enjoying a cool carnival
Stepping up to all seasons and dressed for all climes...
My amused sight catches fur collars on sugar coated baby dolls....and then...I
giggle. ..as a lissome lass walks by...in noodle straps and shorts.
And draped in bright red Indian shawl and dark balloon pants...her long haired boyfriend leans to catch her eye...
But this is Bangalore
Boom town
Bean town...
Its bang bang...seasons change from spring in the morning. ..to summertime noon...and wintry evening...
A day. ...not yet....an year...my date with Bangalore.
I love it!
;)
Sorry. ..I took the title..."Bean Town Boom Town" a book of short stories on Bangalore I bought to read....February...7 months ago. ..moved to this new city.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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