Sharmila on Bangalore bytes..
Bangalore – Once upon a time called the garden city of India is now a silicon city, where silicon spills on the roads with the ongoing Metro mayhem, a city where software codes get cracked as rapidly as it’s roads do, a city which still believes that the three epicentre points within Bangalore are Commercial street, MG Road and Brigade road which every Mark, Muniappa and Mustaffa wants to be a part of. Bangalore is no longer the sleepy town it used to be when people slept on park benches during peak hours either because the benches are gone or the parks are. The foliage that was synonymous with the city has been over the years replaced with concrete structures to accomodate the ever-growing influx of new people and their tagging fancy vehicles that this city gets dumped with . May flowers aka
the Gulmohar used to spread a frenzy of red over the tree-lined avenues of South Parade and Kamaraj Road.Plants, shrubs and flowers of all sizes and colors used to greet Bangalorians at every nook and turn. Today turning in the city by itself is a difficult task with no “U” turn, no left turn, no right turn and one way signs put up every where. We may get around the city easier by foot or by cycle but most surely not in a car during peak hours. There was a time when the fragrance of incense used to rise from a section of the street near Seppings road ( towards Fraser town ) which lined some small-scale incense maker’s warehouses, today one gets the whiff of carbon monoxide not restricted to Seppings Road alone but seeping into every artery of this city. The traffic policeman who stands in the middle of busy intersections during peak hours, sucking in madly to any possible atom of oxygen that may come his way, looks more sooty than a coal miner and my heart goes out to him.
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