Last time I went there in 2016 for a 3-day trip I remember traces about.
Now that I went back for a half-a-day, how much or how little can you even capture? But I will try.
People of Bengaluru are extremely sweet. Like all of them. Even the richest of the richest elites. They are the same sweet people who they are inside and who they are outside.
The display of wealth is so much different, slightly more subtle from the way Delhi people display wealth. There is no “this or that” but every city has its own equation of how the richest operate.
Lastly, what is supposed to begin at 6 pm begins at 6 pm even if it was a bad rain day yesterday in Bengaluru, and the traffic of this city is anyway bad (I experienced this even in the half a day). The event even ended on time, and it is always a pleasure when things start and end on time.
I cannot say anything about the food because I carried my own, like I always do. But the city even in this smallest amount of time looked promising, fascinating to me.
Anyway, I had always had a subtle thought about “what does Bengaluru look like” in so many years. And yet when I had a chance to really go there, I booked the flights for the smallest amount of time. Irony dies a thousand deaths in our own lives.
