I don't know how. I don't know when. I don't know where. It felt like I was back on familiar grounds, back on the land I was so amazed by, back on the place where everything is moving at breakneck speed. It was like I never left that place. But then I soon realized as soon as the thing I was doing was over that I was wrong. Wrong as I could be, I still felt joy at my sudden unexpected flurry of old memories. I wasn't doing anything bad....just enjoying a Mumbai-ish Vada Paav here in Bangalore.
Today, I traveled for the first time in the Bangalore City Bus. Armed with an Android app and the Maps app on my phone, I was raring to go to any place. I think it will take time to get accustomed to watching 'KA' in the nameplates instead of 'MH'. Its just like getting used to seeing Kannada written everywhere instead of Marathi (both Alien languages for me, however I studied Marathi till 10th!). I now finally understand all the hoo-ha Raj Thackerey makes about getting every sign and board in Mumbai in Marathi. You just have to walk into another big city like Bangalore to realize that. 75 percent of the space for Kannada language and 10 percent for the image of a South superstar (everywhere) and the remaining is left for the English language, written somewhere in the corner.
Yesterday I also went to the Iskcon. It is beyond words for me to describe that long structure for a temple illuminated by a flurry of lights and accompanied by hundreds of devotees. Shining in all its strength, it is really a God's home. And I still don't have any words for the statues there (sorry there's a little Dan Brown in me these days).
The one thing I found common in my experience here to that of mine in Mumbai, is the construction of Metro here. Its just there obstructing our view of everything a city stands for but we can't do anything about it.