Letters all shuffled
Words all jumbled up
Sentences disarrayed
The effects of the hiatus

The break taken,longer than expected
The blog waiting
Has aged beyond recognition,
Time taking its flight

Back to blogging
Feels relaxing
Vowing to continue
With my son permitting.

When we were deciding on which restaurant to go to yesterday evening for dinner, my mom suggested we go to this place in Kammanahalli. I was just not ready to go to any place in Kammanahalli, no matter how big that restaurant was or how good it was.
I had been to Kammanahalli about 10years ago to visit a friend of mine, and didnt quite like that area. It was too dusty, and crowded and just didnt appeal to me. So, when my mom said 'Kammanahalli', immediately those scenes came rushing to my mind and I outrightly told a big 'NO'. It took a while for her to convince me that this place had some really good food, and that I could give it a shot. She even said if I didn't like the area, we would then go to some place in Indiranagar. But when I went there I was in for a pleasant surprise. Bright lights,branded shops,restaurants and chat houses were what I saw. Kammanahalli was now where people love to hang out in the evenings. After dinner, even I took a stroll on the road and felt how wrong I was about it.Since I now belong to this part of Bangalore, I sure know where I'm going to spend some of my evenings.

Am deeply hurt by what just happened in Mumbai, and am sure there are millions others who feel helpless with such an audacious terrorist attack in the heart of Mumbai.
I am definitely not going to talk about the apathy shown by our politicians,because there is no point.
But this is a time I think we should be proud by the way our armed forces have shown grit and courage to end the senseless killing spree by the terrorists.
Hats off to the men in uniform. The commandoes and the police personnel who lost their lives will be remembered for a long long time.Atleast,we have somebody we can turn to at a time of crisis.
I have immense pride in being an army officer's wife.
We need to act tough, be strong and determined to face any kind of challenge that comes our way.

Back in Bangalore
Feels nice to be back in Bangalore,although it has changed quite a lot.
The best part is meeting and catching up with friends, get togethers at home, relatives and cousins visiting,attending family functions and eating mom's food.
This is definitely something I look forward to when I'm away.
But,when I see outside, it has definitely made me realise that Bangalore has changed multifold in a few years.What surprises me is that it has become all the more chaotic with major traffic jams, pathetic roads and frequent power cuts.
I just hope it all improves bringing back the old charm that it had.

I do miss Bangalore sometimes,especially during festivals and most importantly during the time of Ganesh Chathurthi.
Maybe its not anywhere close to the grandness of Mumbai's much talked about celebrations, but we do have our own sweet way of celebrating our favourite festival'Ganesha Habba'.


Although we have our festivities at home,starting from bringing the Idol home,decorating It, mom spending hours in the kitchen preparing a feast fit for a King( who else but Ganesha),then the long and detailed pooja,and finally eating all the different sweets prepared. But after all this comes the heavy feeling with which we would have to take the idol for immersion. After getting back we would feel like a member of our family is missing. Thats the kind of presence Ganesh can bring to our homes.

And more than all this, the festivities and the celebrations by our residential flat association would add to all the excitement. A huge Idol of Ganesha would be kept in the Pandal for 3 days and the entire residents,of all religions would participate, and distribute the yummy Prasad, which all the different blocks would take turns in preparing. There would be a feeling of oneness and joy at the pandal, bringing all the residents closer on those 3 days.
Now, I'm missing Bangalore all the more.