Bangalore Diaries - Part 1

As my flight to Bangalore segued itself in to the spongy clouds that resembled wings of angels bestowing their saccharine benevolence over the city – a feeling of enchantment overcame my soul. It would be a mammoth task to narrate in to the ‘its and bits’ the of stay which began 3rd June 2007 and ended 9th August 2007 – but I shall try my best.

Let me begin with the inmates of Oxford Manor. Yes my abode during my Bangalore sojourn. The species inhabiting this place were variegated indeed as well as splendid and blithe characters.

There was Janish. The nick for him was hard to come by but I shall resort to ‘Surfer’(he surfs through not ocean but movies,channels and yes books!!) Movie buff and bookworm indeed – and yes he likes his food more for the looks than the taste! This capital chap could finish three voluminous tomes in a day or flick through five or six movies in one sitting! Adores does he – sparkling colours (kidding) and is the latest bloke to sport the Anupam Kher look.

There was Mayank. I will call him ‘Chimney’. He abhors, detests all those in the populace who have fallen victim to the dreaded tobacco and are caught using the tobacco stick (eh? Mayank?). The ‘Young Man’ is indistinguishable when flat on his cot; you would have to rummage around hard for him amongst his quilt. He adores his idols – Indian Idol – would not miss it for the world. A stopover to the Manor and you shall find this bloke – on the couch or cot (almost indistinguishable) or at his IBM machine – cursing no ends or up in smokes (: )).

Then there was Divya. I am again at loss for a nick. A decade of acquaintance has only reinforced this dude’s marvelous personality. Oft mispronounced and referred by a feminine name – he has taken it in his stride. Neat and dapper – he folds every cloth so meticulously that he will give the most benevolent housewives a complex. My hindi falls to smithereens in ignominy when it encounters this fellows chaste diction. Camera is his new found love ( Divya – get married) for he finds art even in a towel- a wet one- arbitrarily placed on the cot.

Oxford Manor – indeed were capital times – from midnight tea at Electronic city , Scoops of icecreams at Gelato, frequent visits to Manipal Canteen for filter coffee including visit to the Manipal Hospital( Me not visiting a hospital in a new city? Impossible!!) and yes – accidentally bumping on to old acquaintances as well!!

More in next……