Bangalore Public Transport ≠ Convenient

This post owes its origins to the following picture on MM's facebook profile.

For someone like me who grew up in Bombay, public transport was something that was just there. Never for a minute did i think about how awesome it was. Till i came to Bangalore.

Seriously, there is absolutely no convenient way to get around over here.

The roads are bad and you don;t have the option of taking the train.

The Metro is a Big Fat Lie the Municipal Corporation has been telling people because it's being constructed since about forever and it still seems like ALL of Bangalore is dug up.

The Rickshaw wallah's not only make sure you don't want to say thank you for the ride, they do everything they can to ruin your mood for the day AND burn a hole as big as they can in your pocket.

I used to always think that Bangalore restaurants were cheap. But then I realised  that it was the dining experience was expensive. Just getting there costs you more than the meal.

Who said public transport was always meant to be for convenience?

Down with the Maoists. ^%&&**%^#$

So,

I'm in a rather iconoclastic mood.

Yes, i know, that in all probability I shall have used the above big word inappropriately.

But come on! Cut me some slack and let me feel good about myself.

Yes, so where was I?

Aha!

The stupid, irrational, State-hating Maoists just killed our soldiers.

And the kiss-ass, pathetic government will do nothing about it.

Or rather, they shall pretend to take initiative and then shut up and sit down in a corner with their hands up in surrender to Human Rights.

Really. Jaa ke chudiya pehen lo.
Come on Government, Roll up your sleeves and show them who's boss.

Its like an everyday affair now. People dying in India. 

Now i could see that as a good thing with population explosion and everything but i'm a human rights activist at heart and I'm not going to let people- MY PEOPLE- die like that.

I wish we were a more inclusive democracy.

Or at least a more active and involved state.

Gives, India, my motherland an entirely new meaning.

PS- notice how un-feminist this post is. Rather how anti-feminist this post is. I'm fighting against falling for their ideology.

PPS- the context of iconoclastic was- no feminism, no marxism

Personal & Profound (sorry for the interruption)

you know?
I try very very hard to not make this blog personal and pathetic.
but some conversations i have (profound as they are) must be told :)
Its not very easy to understand what kind of person I am from this blog.
So allow me to give you few interested people an insight into my life.

I go to Law School- the Only Law School in India
and stereotypical beliefs from the outside (also from the inside) are that we are all a bunch of "Big Headed, Ambitious, Arrogant people who think they're intellectually superior" to you.
Its true.
Its very very true.

But you know, I harbour hopes of being a good student but never a successful professional.
I don't want to be a corporate power woman who gets married when she's thirty years old.
Is it necessary to want to "live your life" before you get married and bear children? is wanting the latter "being backward"?
Does "living your life" end at marriage?
I'm all feminist right now like i said in my previous post and no one ever claimed that bearing children was wrong. They always wanted the world to accept that "not wanting to bear children" was not wrong.

Why can't i choose to be intellectually empowered and still be a homemaker at heart?
Life throws these important questions in my way all the time. ALL the bloody time.
I think its the time to myself that makes me think.
Its not necessarily a good thing.

I MISS BEING ABLE TO TAKE LIFE LIGHTLY.

PS- To end on a funny note, someone made a claim today-
"Bihar is not a state. It is a state of mind."
Have your laugh. :D

PPS- My post sounds like something out of a Non Fiction Book. Blech

PPS- Buy me a life, somebody?

Some one somewhere is doing exactly the same thing as you are right now

Its creepy.
The thought is creepy.
i can actually bet that someone right now is thinking the exact same thing right now.
Wondering if someone else somewhere else in the world is doing the exact same thing as he/she is and blogging about it.
i never really have thought about it.
but,
one thing i HAVE thought about is that someone somewhere is living his life bit by bit and building it for it to reach the point where his life is ready to intersect with mine.
my soul mate.
how can you not believe in destiny? in soulmates? in the Dil Toh Pagal Hai tagline of "someone somewhere is made for you"?

PS- notice how my "he"s have become he/she's :D
its my new found feminism talking.
'he' maybe a linguistic convention but you should see how the bias has creeped into something as foundational as our pronouns.
(I'm trying really hard to not become a feminist. Relax)

You all have these at your gym. You do. Don't Lie.

So,
I realized that if i stay at law school and don't exercise, I will become-

a) Fat
b) Unhappy
c) Unhealthy

i allowed my fitness-obsessed friend pull me along to The Gym. We had never really set foot into the college gym but we made our judgments based on the rest of the infrastructure (yes, i'm judgemental, don't judge me for it!) and went to the closest other gym- Dumbbells (I've never really learnt how to spell that word) .
I've been there just four days now but i have a theory about people at the gym. Every gym has these- look for yours.

The Body Builder

Duh! You've got to know which one is yours. He pumps some iron and then pumps some more. Even after everything on him is muscle. Everything. I mean, you've got to look mean to scare the bad guys away but sir, you're scaring the girls away to now.

The Fat One Running for His/Her Life

Self Explanatory.

The Exemplary One
The one everyone points out and says, she/he was really fat you know and now look at her! so thin. Mean, weightist people.

The Little One who Wants to be Fit

Sure. Don't lie. You're really scary if you think you're fat when you're grossly underweight. Or maybe I'm jjust jealous.

The Fit One

Perfect. I wish.

The One who Signs Up and Never Comes

I thought I was going to be that type. Its too early to tell :P

The Eye Candy

The one you stare at when your iPod runs out of battery.

The Pushy Trainer

yours is one too. Yes, it is part of their job profile.

Its not hard to spot them once you're looking. And it gives you something to do while you behave masochistically and push your boundaries of fitness. Have fun gymming! :D