The city in me

Bangalore has, for a long time been the city that has grown with and within me. A city that never stops to amuse me, startle, disappoint, surprise and keep me inquisitive.
It has been unpredictable like a teenager, throwing fits of tantrums and a puffed up face. Taking things to heart, being spurned in love and then growing over it. getting over tragedies, welcoming the new, with open arms and accepting everything the way it is. This city is just what any young mind would be. frothing sizzling and bubbling within and yet hiding its kicking self with a calm exterior. which gets into the drift of anything with an instant ease and this is what attracts new souls to hip hop and jump on their soles to the Garden city.

if you want to see the real Bangalore, come see its imperfections... see how it lives through its rough days with a smile. how the city suppresses its tears into an abyss and bubble out with enthusiasm and an inexhaustible enthusiasm that it fills into everyone associated with it even in the smallest way. There is a sense of satisfaction that one would feel even in the most crowded buses, peace in the busiest of bus stations, happiness in the toughest office environment, an encouraging smile that holds you up in the worst of your times and the endless spirit to move on and make a mark or just get lost in the void.
Just when i thought the city would wear me out  and bore me, it springs out with a surprise and throws me a cryptic message and asks me to decipher it. now that is Bangalore for you :).