Those were the last words from an ex-colleague,an endearing personality who did not look handsome but was refined ,a good listener..Kannan was his name.If at all there was something despicable in his appearance...his ever erupting pimples and well-oiled hair.He kept towing my footsteps during lunch time or sometimes barged into any restaurant where he knew he would find me in the company of my friends or even when with my husband.But my husband never felt offended.Kannan was like a lost soul in a big city like Mumbai.Then one fine day......latter half..looked morose and handed a piece of paper, a copy of his resignation letter."I'm leaving Reshmi.."Tears welled up his eyes."Oh So where do you go" I quipped. "to Trichy... to marry & work for my to-be-wife's father in his supermarket".I was quite overjoyed to hear that but Kannan didn't seem excited.He left after we in the office gave him a farewell party.Three months later Kannan returned to Mumbai...guess why?
Bengaluru or Bangalore is no longer a city one longs to visit for the simple reason it can hardly qualify to be a Garden City. A ‘concrete’ city that is just booming the mortar business and also the daily wager’s fortune but drawing the Bangalorean to an unforeseen doom. Of what avail! It has squashed all the meticulous planning a city needs to preserve its past history. Even the city’s scientist who has left us, Mr C V Raman, who owns a piece of land there which is being hawked upon by the government. Electric supply, is erratic and water ‘supply’ is stolen (via tankers) and supplied, Lakes keep frothing when elections are not due, Vehicular traffic is infested with App-based taxes during peak hours. Eateries are doing good business except the menu has shifted from 'Bisi-bele bath' (rice delicacy) to Biryani . Lost city A ‘lost’ city where human interaction has virtually come to a halt. Is it because of the IT industry spreading its silent shadow over people, inf...
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