Missin D. P.
Here in Bangalore, it's life around the usual routine. But I can't help thinking about what it must be like in good ol' JSR right now.
A pleasant nip in the air. Half constructed Pandals every half a kilometer or so. The feel of something big coming up. Markets crammed with shoppers in the evening (prompting Dad's favourite this-time-of-the-year comment, "bazaar mein pair rakhne ki jagah nahi hai !"). Most of the citizenry loaded with cash bonuses from the TATA group companies. Young people stocking up on the latest in fashion trends.
JSR students studying in Pune, Delhi, Bangalore, Calcutta, Bombay, Nagpur (& sundry other university towns all over the country) coming back home for the 'Pooja Holidays' & meeting up with colony friends. The beginning of the picnic season. It always used to be a great time of the year.
Living & growing up in a small town has a joy all it's own. Sadly, Bangalore has none of that. And I miss the ol' home town.
posted by Vivek @ 12:02 PM
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2 Comments:
U wrote in a few lines what I would have written at this poin tof time....nothing like my sweetie cutie pie Ramgarh.I can leave newyork 1000 times for it wat to talk of bangalore. whole day I use to move to and fro from one pandal to another doing nothig..purchase fire guns and burnt crackers....My mum cooked all kind of good food for me....................................those days would never come back.................Once again I love Ramgarh
Kya kahe yaar? Maybe you're right about those days never coming back.
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