It has been 3 months since I recently shifted base to Bengaluru (Bangalore). Every place has its own beauty and diversity in reference to the culture, people, infrastructure, cuisines and what not. All these in collation makes the place a worthwhile experience for the new dweller to come, survive and move to another place. Well, wanderers are made of this. The lust to travel to new places and imbibe learning which makes you a different person every time.

As any other person would’ve vouched for, I am no different to not fall for the pleasant chilly weather here. Yes, I have spent times without switching the fan on. Also, the untimely spell of rain showers, petrichor following it makes it so much better. The first experience of love for this city is for it’s “weather”. It never misses to surprise you. Though we see an early summer this year, which ain’t too favorable to be a part of the discussion.

The auto-rickshawaalas here have taught me the most crucial lesson. The lesson of being “patient and calm”. Everytime the second auto driver hassles me with exorbitant prices to travel near by vicinities, I feel like Buddha. I suddenly try to build my calm and serene face to not show the exact distress and difficulty that they cause by not following the meter rule. This has been a boon to me because it really helps me deal with turbulences with much ease.

The cuisines here have never disappointed me even once. The appam and curry, Galowti Kebabs with Lucknowi Parathas, the variants of rice and rice delicacies, the most delectable idlis and dosas, I can keep going on and on. I like how each city or place you go, has a different character attached to it. This is more like a personification which makes us connect to the place in several degree of intensity.

Let’s talk about the most popular, “Traffic” here. I’ve been everything including frustrated, baffled and stressed because of the “non-moving” traffic this city makes you experience. How wonderful would you feel when you’re stranded on a road with no way to get out from any direction for around 2 hours? See, you feel the same exhaustion now. Only, if there could be a way out to this agony.

Communication barrier is most common if you’re not a Kannada speaking individual. You’ll have to learn sign language, few important terminologies like “Kannada Illa” which clearly means, “I know no Kannada” to make it a convenience for you and the other communicator. A little mix of English and broken Hindi shall do the trick for you, but in extreme cases, you’ll feel like pulling your hair rather than explaining what you really want to say.

(Disclaimer: Please read ‘extreme cases’ which means when the other person is not aware or have inkling of languages like Hindi or English which can save one’s ass while communicating in any situation)

Signing off for now, more to come from my side on travel, food and any real life experience I have. Till then, keep writing and inspiring :)