A little over a year ago, I wrote Bengaluru Blues, Pedal Truths, and the Longing for Lost Cities. There was my Isuzu V-Cross, my dear bull, an electric bicycle, and quite a lot of frustration with Bengaluru’s roads. There was affection for the city too, though the traffic did its best to test that affection. Well, there is an update. We moved to Pune in August! My wife was transferred in the public interest. The move was also a choice we made with a longer view of life - some stability, some peace, and being closer to family. Professionally, it was a difficult call. Leaving IBM after making contributions I valued, and having a vision for the work ahead, was...
It’s a Friday morning in Doddanekundi - that brief window when the city pretends to be sane. Ceiling fan humming, coffee mug sweating, a faint Kishore Kumar song escaping my playlist (“Zindagi ek safar hai suhana…”). I roll out my Isuzu V-Cross - my dear bull. A beast too big for these roads, too kind for my cholesterol, too clean for Bengaluru. The city’s still half-asleep, the air smells of wet tar and ambition, and I tell myself: “Bas ek short drive, clear the mind, clear the arteries.” But, haha… Bengaluru has other plans. Act I: When Auto Meets Ego Just as I slide into that meditative left lane, an auto swoops in from a parallel universe. No indicators, no...
