Any quintessential Mumbaikar would agree.. it's hard to leave this city behind... Everywhere you go, a part of the city latches itself on to you and shows its sneak peek in everything you do.
Four and a half years in Namma Bengaluru and I was still referred to as 'that Mumbai girl". So when the mother ship called back to me, I came running back. But I had bid adieu to a city I grew to love in the past years. Bengaluru gave some priceless memories, it taught me many many things and most of all, it introduced me to some of the the most beautiful people in the world.
As I started packing, reminiscence was an uninvited guest. I looked around my house, my "bachelor pad" house. That house contained memories of the first meal I ever cooked ( rice and chicken in case you wanna know), my every weekend schedule of cleaning and scrubbing it from top to bottom and how it would get destroyed after any Saturday night party. I remember 3 awesome birthday parties I had there, all my friends who came to celebrate with me and made those nights legendary. My weekend trips to the grocery store; the city taught me to carry 3 heavy shopping bags and still manage to have BBM conversations with my friends as I crossed the road. I pack all these memories in cartons boxes and strollers and bring them with me to Mumbai.
As I complete my last few days at work, I sit around the cafeteria table with the usual 4 30 coffee break with a bunch of fun people. We crib about work, laugh at each others' stories and share details of the interesting characters we come across. Two and a half years of working there and I take back some super friendships, people who were sad to see me leave. The learning from the work place is never just about functional or process knowledge; it is a learning on dealing with different people. People you don't like, people who don't like you, stubborn ones, arrogant ones, ignorant ones, level headed ones, smart ones .. every kind !!! They bid me farewell and say the world is a small place, we shall meet again... Yes we shall !!!
As I pack and load my bags into my cab and head off to the airport, I take one last look at all those places that held dear for these years. The watering hole that I frequented with girl friends to blow off steam after a hard day, the gym I pulled myself and dragged to shed those kilos, that Sunday brunch place which gave me so many memorable times.I will miss complaining about the 11 30 deadlines, the house parties. I drive down those roads one last time, the roads and directions I had memorized over time.
It's been a pleasure Bengaluru ...
Four and a half years in Namma Bengaluru and I was still referred to as 'that Mumbai girl". So when the mother ship called back to me, I came running back. But I had bid adieu to a city I grew to love in the past years. Bengaluru gave some priceless memories, it taught me many many things and most of all, it introduced me to some of the the most beautiful people in the world.
As I started packing, reminiscence was an uninvited guest. I looked around my house, my "bachelor pad" house. That house contained memories of the first meal I ever cooked ( rice and chicken in case you wanna know), my every weekend schedule of cleaning and scrubbing it from top to bottom and how it would get destroyed after any Saturday night party. I remember 3 awesome birthday parties I had there, all my friends who came to celebrate with me and made those nights legendary. My weekend trips to the grocery store; the city taught me to carry 3 heavy shopping bags and still manage to have BBM conversations with my friends as I crossed the road. I pack all these memories in cartons boxes and strollers and bring them with me to Mumbai.
As I complete my last few days at work, I sit around the cafeteria table with the usual 4 30 coffee break with a bunch of fun people. We crib about work, laugh at each others' stories and share details of the interesting characters we come across. Two and a half years of working there and I take back some super friendships, people who were sad to see me leave. The learning from the work place is never just about functional or process knowledge; it is a learning on dealing with different people. People you don't like, people who don't like you, stubborn ones, arrogant ones, ignorant ones, level headed ones, smart ones .. every kind !!! They bid me farewell and say the world is a small place, we shall meet again... Yes we shall !!!
As I pack and load my bags into my cab and head off to the airport, I take one last look at all those places that held dear for these years. The watering hole that I frequented with girl friends to blow off steam after a hard day, the gym I pulled myself and dragged to shed those kilos, that Sunday brunch place which gave me so many memorable times.I will miss complaining about the 11 30 deadlines, the house parties. I drive down those roads one last time, the roads and directions I had memorized over time.
It's been a pleasure Bengaluru ...
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