So, I was just packing up to leave yoga class, when my instructor brandishes a sheet of paper in front of me. “What is this?†I ask. He just pushes it into my hand without answering. On the top, it reads, Kareena Kapoor’s diet. I read it twice and then look at him with a questioning expression. “How long have you been doing yoga,†he asks. “Ermm…. About… 6-7 months,†I answer hesitantly, not liking where this is heading.
HIGHS: Running the Sunfeast 10K with over 4000 people in the Open 10K category : the energy and the crowd enthusiasm was pretty awesome and we could feel the excitement pulsating through the air as the whole group lined up for the start at sharp 9 am. This was my first run with such a large group of runners and it was great to see so many people out there.
Nine. Actually make that ten. Ten people and one dog. And so this is how it all happened. After dinner yesterday, driving back with a car full of girls I suddenly heard a weird clanking noise coming from somewhere. Actually, it would be unfair to say I heard it. One of the girls did : I was busy chatting. I decided to stop and investigate where the noise of coming from. That’s when I noticed the right rear tire : it looked exactly like the Kolkota Knight Riders team after yesterday’s defeat. Dejected, out of air and fully down. Now let me tell you that I have quite a lot of knowledge of tire changing : in theory though. I remember my last three flats in three years (averaging one a year). The first one, in the early days was when I refused to believe that such things could happen to me. Thankfully, I had just caught up with a friend and parted ways. Before he could get any further away, I placed my distress …
With the heat beginning to get to everyone this summer in Bangalore, I thought this would be a an appropriate visual for everyone. It’s such a nice feeling – to fall into the water, looking upwards and feeling the spray all around you… SPLASH! I frankly don’t even remember the last time I did this… do you? The sheer pleasure of this seemingly simple act is quite difficult to measure. Or express in words. We spotted a group of boys having a lot of fun in the water on a day trip to the town of Kolar. That’s the place you go in search of gold. Or at least it used to be. The Kolar Gold Fields (KGF) have since closed down so we couldn’t really go in search of our pot of gold after all.
I’m in a state of despair. His cellphone doesn’t work and I have no idea where he might have gone. To give you some background, it’s been a long relationship. One of the longest I’ve had in Bangalore at least, apart from 2-3 other close friends. As you can imagine, it’s been a hearty blow to me. I called the landline number for him and they said he had left. They wouldn’t even tell me where he’s gone. I used to see him often. In fact, every time I felt in need of some cheer. I usually fall to pieces if I don’t. Sadly though, it’s been a rather imbalanced relationship : I need him much more than he needs me.
Braving the hot sun, we ventured out towards Begur last Sunday morning. I had come across a mention of this hamlet somewhere online and had seen a couple of photographs of an old temple. And then there was another reason why I wanted to visit this particular town. According to history, the name ‘Bengalooru’ apparently occurs for the first time on a 9th century stone inscription in the town of Begur. This Bangalore hamlet was part of Gangavadi 96000, the numeral being a revenue-pin code of those days. Begur, we discover, is hardly around 5 kms from the Bommanahalli junction, off the Bangalore-Hosur highway. The roads are pretty bad right from Bomanahalli and due to some commotion on the roads (election fever), we actually had to battle heavy traffic to get to the town.