Hyderabad Blues...

Went to Hyderabad on Saturday and returned the next day, battered. So many things packed in a single day! Wish we could extend the stay by at least a day! I love Hyderabad but I guess I realised it only after leaving it. P loves it too but the difference is that he hates Bangalore whereas I don't. Howsoever I crib about Bangalore and its crowd, I do have a soft corner for it probably because I consider it as my place. Of course, it's the same way with Hyderabad for P. So the recent visit was full of comparisons between the two places. P got so intense sometimes in his praises of Hyd that I couldn't help laughing.

The dear old Hyd has changed quite a bit. Mostly new malls and software companies. Of course, the roads always look better. YSR seems to be in a healthy competition with Naidu and Hyd is the beneficiary.

The anti-reservation protests are continuing. Arjun Singh must be enjoying the PM's plight and of course the BCs and OBCs must be laughing at the whole drama happening in their name. Personally, I think quite a bit has been done for them already. People say what needs attention is the primary education. Of course there are places with no schools and schools with no teachers etc but then there are others where people are not using the facilities given too. Government provides afternoon meals, uniforms, books and almost everything to students but still these guys drop out of school after 4th std, 7th std, etc. That too for working as a maid in some house or a cleaner in a hotel etc. I mean, an upper-caste student, even if he's in the same economic state, will definitely try to continue as long as he can. The difference lies in our approaches towards life - the lower castes don't consider cleaning someone else's house beneath them whereas for the upper castes, it's very lowly. I think it's time the BCs and OBCs woke up and worked for themselves.

A Little Late...

Watched "Rang De Basanti" today. A very serious movie with coatings of fun. The end baffled me, though. It seemed to have delivered a message in vain. I don't mean to the real world, of course. I mean, even in the movie, it was all a late reaction. All people could do was to make themselves happy by going on Radio instead of some real action. Was that supposed to be the message to the viewers then? Or may be I'm just used to having our heroes alive by the end of the movie no matter what. Probably that's why I was hoping that at least some youngsters who seem to act on impulse everywhere else to go and protect those heroes. I know, every movie doesn't have a message full of hope and promise...
I feel as if it's a Sunday. Must be because V had come to stay yesterday.

Alone ....

I didn't know it would be this hard to be without the kid. I mean, sometimes I used to think how nice it would be if I could be totally free for a day. It turns out that I really miss the kid badly. Everything in the house reminds me of him - the toys that are left behind, the kitchen articles that were more his playthings than anything else, the taps, everything. I still hesitate to increase the TV volume and wince when a cooker whistles anywhere in the neighbourhood. I miss his chattering and dances terribly. As P said, we seem to be more dependent on him than he is on us.
Of course my journey back to Bangalore was not a cheerful one but the Western Ghats at least succeeded in taking my mind off the kid for some time. I prefer a day-journey from my place to Bangalore because I can have a view of those beautiful peaks along the Shiradi Ghat.They look so majestic and make me feel very humble every time I see them. I adore them so much that I get irritated with my fellow passengers who sleep through that stretch and instantly like the people who admire them! This year some time I want to go there trekking. I have a lot of plans for this year, actually. But first, I want to start working...

Guilty....

Back home again but on a very unpleasant job - leaving the kid here and joining the job back. I don't know how both of us will manage this one. Feeling terribly guilty but don't find any other way too. It's quite tough on mother too, with father hardly able to help her. People back home don't want me to leave him with a maid or in a creche ...If only someone could promise to give me a job after a year I would be glad to sit at home with him. But the way I find things now, it's highly unlikely...

Mangalore is boiling and it's the peak of the wedding-season. I feel hotter just by looking at all the ladies in those heavy silk sarees. Poor things!

I feel much better in Mangalore than in BCR. Probably because I know too many people here and I know how they gossip. I mean, I feel even a thing like coming to BCR everyday can be a topic of gossip for them.....