Musings... on Springtime

This word Springtime would definitely invoke a sense of Nostalgia to my friends of REC Rourkela... it was the name of our cultural festival that happened in Spring. But I am not writing about those good old college days here.

The idea to write about Bangalore and its bloom in spring is irresistible, now that I see trees all around in fresh light green leaves, dressed to kill. It is so beautiful to see trees in "mood" - and that kinda elevates our otherwise dull spirits, particularly so if you are a software engineer like me. Profession induced depression (also called competitiveness, commitment to company and other such jokes, euphemistically) is a disease that has spread across my tribe like cancer - and it has stood between us and life in general.

I was cycling through Sanki tank area in Bangalore, near the Indian INstitute of Science and I just could not withhold my temptation to write about this beautiful season of seasons. Bangalore is generally claimed to be the green city by ignoramuses who have not visited my home state of Kerala (there for a change, the entire state is so lush green). Though I will not make the sin of comparing Kerala with Bangalore, Bangalore is still beautiful. Not sure if it would remain that way in future, but I prefer to be optimistic.

I could see trees with all yellow flowers.. and loads of them. I dont know the name of those trees because I make it a point not to. Because once you know the name, you dont see the tree - your knowledge comes in between. What additional thing do you gain by knowing a tree is Gulmohar or Sequoia? There are those trees that have red flowers on them - they look as if they all just had a great bloodshed. Some trees even have violet flowers. All these psychedelic colors should obviously have an immense effect on lovers, who are on the sprawl in the garden city.

I have to admit the variety of trees here is much more than in God's Own Country, where if you happen to see any other tree than coconut, you are lucky. But when it comes to just being green, kerala wins hands down any day. But you know these Bangalore folks, they just hype up everything... it seems the city is garden city! I should be calling my state the garden state then.

Apart from politico-natural comparisons, I guess bangalore has an appeal of its own. Especially so in spring. The streets are air conditioned, trees in bloom... what else will someone have in heaven? This biological carnival will extend into april after which summer begins. I guess thats when girls decide to show what they are made off. Its hot, so how can one dress much? :) Hot girls of bangalore have their bunch of reasons.

Then there is the air show where humanity displays how stupid they have been showing all kinds of machines made to kill humans (read fighter planes). But these things catch a huge audience...

All said and done, I am chilling out here in Bangalore and its Springtime!


So here I am, writing down these words from heaven. Those of you who are unlucky to be in this city, come over soon!