Filter coffee Musings I

Yes, its unhealthy to have six enormous cups of strong filter coffee a day. But its the only way out. The only way to cool myself down. Keep myself warm. Another Bangalore winter. More garbage on the roads. More trashy and cheap songs. Another poster of the Rajkumar sons romancing hot babes in langa davanis all over compound walls. Another 360 second wait at a traffic signal. Another Idli vada at Adiga's. But all this is temporary. Unreal. Its there, but not there. I feel so disconnected. As though I've never lived here. The traffic has become worse. There are more highrises coming up. Hell, even the coffee shops are full. Its cold and dry. Typical Bangalore weather. People are busy. Some have exams, some have medical appointments. Its only me sitting on my sofa, like a creature from a different planet, planning out the day, forever. Did I ever love this place? Yes I did. And I know I still do, but do I?

Things have changed. Perhaps it is me. Perhaps it is the place. Or perhaps its the fact that after an extremely busy semester I have nothing to do, and I am thinking about life. Are things happening? I don't know. Where will I be next winter? I don't know. And where do I see all this going? I don't know. What do I want? I dont know. And the painful truth...the answer is right there, seven kilometres away on the ground. Light years away, in the head.

Things are different. The way they've never been. But hell who am I to judge? Like a person inside a box describing the outside. All I know is one thing. Its not the same. Its not Bangalore anymore. Welcome to Bengalooru.