Bangalore and its rootlessness
The stars went out one by one, The candle flickered in a gust of storm, The melting wax stopped on its way down… Its weird but these words flash across my mind when I think of myself in Bangalore. Hopelessness? U may say so. But I call it rootlessness. A rootlessness that is not only in me but something that is reflected in the larger reality of this city itself. It may be a case of the observer’s state of mind interpreting that which is being observed. Again, it might not be so. Different faces, identifiable as belonging to different communities throng the city’s streets. Diversity is good, but where is that one trend that can be identified as belonging purely to Bangalore? Well ok, there is the language but the diversity is so great that no three people speak the same language! One comes across youngsters in large numbers in malls and theatres – this phenomenon is the same, I guess, across all states. But one jarring difference is the lack of large families at these places. I was at ...