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Bangalore - Where I now live!

Life in Bangalore

Bangalore or Bengaluru is one of the strangest places I have ever been. First, I'll call it Bangalore. In any case I am not really fond of this place, and the official name just makes me go nuts. Literally!
Bangalore techie in action!

Lets start with the good things in Bangalore. The advantage is that for me there ain't much good here so this paragraph is going to be short! Bangalore has excellent weather, inspite of not being the hills. Weather in Bangalore is always temperate, with the mercury hovering from 68 and 78 Fahrenheit. So yeah, unlike in other Indian metro cities, here we don't have to sweat. Electricity costs are also cut down because we don't need air conditioners or even fans. The other good thing about Bangalore is its vicinity to various tourist spots in South India. Be it the Nilgiris or the Malabar, Konkan or Goa, all are within reach and easily.
Seriously???

Now lets begin the negative aspects of the city. I will mention them in points as they are shamelessly numerous.
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  1. No Life: Bangalore is famous for having no life. People here cease to be humans. They go to office, work, come back home, sleep, get up and go to office and work and so on....
  2. No identity: Unlike other Indian cities Bangalore has no identity of its own. Inspite of having a large migrant population, other Metro cities have an identity that sets Mumbai apart from Delhi, Chennai from Kolkata, Ahmadabad from Hyderabad and so on. But not so with Bangalore. While thinking about Bangalore, the first thing that is going to come to your mind is your office. Period.
  3. People: No I am not talking about the local Kannada population. The majority of the working population of Bangalore is from outside Karnataka. Somehow, after working for long hours, they cease to be human. There is hardly a smiling face you find on the streets. People are silent, dead silent to be honest, tired, gloomy and depressed. Even in the morning they look like someone has farted on their faces. Some are always tense. Calling on phones continuously to check their respective projects and all. They carry work everywhere and along with them comes their miserable self. I call them zombies. They are what I call programmed. They work like a robot, everything including their pattern of thinking has become like that of a scheduler, slave to the work they were supposed to do.
    Women look a little different here!
  4. No Nightlife: Bangalore shuts down at 11pm. Yes, all shops, restaurants and even night clubs shut down at 11pm sharp. All this is to increase productivity, all to ensure that people don't miss work the next day. However the limitation exists even on the weekends as well. So the only reason I can think of is the sadism of the Municipal authorities.
  5. Transport: The transport system is often touted as the best in India. In fact I would say it should be considered among the worst. The rickshaws routinely charge exorbitant fares, taxis are shameless, buses are so crowded that in office hours some people prefer to buy a bike than avail public transport. Indeed pickpocketing is such a major menace that most office goers keep their purses and phones in their backpacks than their pockets.
  6. Prices are ridiculously high, even in places you can't even imagine!
  7. Traffic is very very funny. Vehicles don't stop even if you are standing right in front of them. Even if they are moving at 10kmph and you come in the front, they will maintain their speed and not even pretend to stop or slow down( hit you and abuse you!)

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