Mysuru as, Bengalooru, was facing rains too(sorry, both go together, i can show my affection towards the latter in this way atleast.)

Everything's fine here. Except the same thing, homesickness(God, will i ever come out of it!!) It pains me every second to be away from home. Father always tend me to go philosophical, every time i feel terrible. At times, it does work. But thinking about the same, thoughts shift to those involving my parents, and i end up feeling terrible.

People, here, i don't know much about them. But, surely my classmates are the friendly type. But, my acommodation, that is something that i need time to adjust. Everything about it has to be compared with that of at home. And the comfortable feeling is not there. I know it's ridiculous. Nothing can equal home.

On the other hand i still think that i can find myself another place. Something better, according to me. I've checked quite a few places in the locality where i currently stay. But, something else could be worth checking.

Or am i foolish to look for something else. I want something better.

Inshallah!!

by the araLikaTTe

My department lies beside the araLikaTTe, in one corner of Manasagangotri. As in, it is at a stone's throw from my department.

Mysuru is hot and humid, according to me. I now, say that i've adjusted to the climate.

It is also a favorite hang-out of ours. We chit-chat there, our lunch boxes are opened under it's shade, a few ladies from my class practised a song at the araLikaTTe. I'm already showing it some affection. Is it because of it's close proximity to our dept.? Perhaps, that is the reason.

The araLikaTTe is something that i really like about that place. It's supposed to be a century old, and bears some historical significance. Nevertheless, it remains one of the places to be in. In my regards.

Kolkata, in my words

I visited Kolkata about ten years ago. I was keen. According to me, bengalis were different, in their lifestyle, and ways. Moreover i had read Satyajit Ray, Bibhutibhushan Bandhopadhyay etc.

Astonishment hit me when i stepped out of the railway station(not the Howrah station, i'm talking about the one in the city proper). It was DIRTY. I still hold the city to be untidy. Gutters opened almost everywhere. The extent of poverity is so high that people live on the roads. Quite happily at that. Deaths, births, everything happens by the roadside. I still remember this scene very vividly; an old man ws washing his dhoti in the waters of the gutter.

The population is so huge, that nothing is done to improve the living conditions. With influx from across the border worsening the situation.

We hired taxis, and went to our hotels. There was some problem with the rooms that we had booked. So we scanned a few hotels, before we zeroed on one. Were we relieved!

Fortunately we found an uDupi restaurant, which served south indian dishes in their original style. We licked our plates clean, much to the amusement of the owner. Especially, when an uncle of mine served us sambar straight from the bucket which held all the sambar in that place. I guess, we finished all the sambar that was prepared. The boy who waited on us got scared!

On our first day, we visited a kali temple(i'm not sure about it's location). It was so shabby that i refused to step inside it, despite the stern face that my mother exhibited. That was the first time that i saw pundits pestering visitors to hire the former to perform pujas. The temple was actually closed, but these pundits offered to pray fto the door which shut the garbhagriha. I was bowled out!

The Birla Mandir, Belur Mutt were the other places of worhip that we visited. If i'm not wrong, we saw another place, but i cannot recollect at the moment. The latter lies on the shore of the Hooghly. Needless to say, the way to the riverside was filthy. I stood aside while mother and M worshipped.

The Victoria Memorial is a beautiful edifice. Built using white marble, during the colonial rule, it stands out surrounded by a green lawn. It houses artefacts, letters etc that we used by the british. Another site that i enjoyed was the Museum(the one in the middle fo the city, if i'm not mistaken, Kolkata has a musuem dedicated to science on the outskirts).

Of all the things that were on display, i remember the collection of stamps very well. Perhaps, that was one of the few things that we really observed. The rest of it was a hurried one. When we stepped out of the museum, we gobbled guavas, as we were hungry.

All of us were taken to saree shops, and the ladies bought bengali cotton sarees. Mother was bent on it. The saree that was bought there, is in perfect condition even now. She treasures it, i know.

Before we left, father and me went to a sweetmeat shop and bought a few kilograms of sandesh. The entire lot was over within a blink. Talk about bengali sweets, and eating them in Kolkata. It was fabulous.

Not to forget, the rides in the local trams, which proceeds at a snail's pace; the first-ever metro in the country, which whizes past you; and the seemingly-measly buses.

It was later(or is it before, i'm unsure) that i read 'The City Of Joy' by Dominique Lapierre. An eye-opener, indeed. To read the book and to pay a visit to Kolkotha. I was saddenned by the living conditions. Specially with the 'human horses' there. Frail men pulling tongas, which sat bulky women.

Overall, it was an experience to be felt. If one wants to witness the effects of the population boom, Kolkata is the place to be in. I so hope that everything develops for the better.

to the adventurer that lies hidden in me

There exists an adventurer in me. That which yearns to explore new terrain. She made me shift to a new city.

Shifting to a new location; i knew i had to do it. Though my mother and M(to some extent) were quite against it. Emotions ruled mother high. Perhaps, i thought about it too. But, other ideas pushed it into the depth of my mind.

It resurfaced when i located to Mysooru. With a bang, i should say. Remembering my folks at home, M in a far away land; it is hard. To overcome it, i found it tough. Frankly speaking, i still am in the process.

I'm thankful to the wonderful invention called 'mobile phone', and the expressway between Bengalooru and Mysooru. It has me connected, with me travelling to Bengalooru frequently.

When M got married a little more than a year ago, i felt lost. I'm sure my parents felt stranded too. At the same time, i can say that i drew closer to my parents. Time helped to us understand each other better, it allowed for my personal growth, committing mistakes and learning from them. Understanding myself a little better, and polishing my habits.

That was also the time when i started liking responsiblities. Lending a hand when required, doing small chores in the house, looking after my parents when one fell ill. These small incidents made me bond closer to them.

And, now, here i am. Leading an 'independant' life. I feel troubled. Did i do the right thing by opting to stay away from home? Will my parents manage without me? Will not loneliness and helplessness bother them?

Both of them are hale and hearty. They look out for new means to spend time. Perfectly fine, so as to say. They appear comfortable.

Such thoughts plague me. Though, they are okay. And when i know that i need to pay more attention towards my studies. I hope i'm able to come out of this, using time, of course.