I have come back to Bengaluru for a while—long enough, hopefully, to continue understanding something of its temperament. It is a city that both fascinates and unsettles me: in the feel and fragrance of its air, in the interplay of its sounds and silences, and above all, in the restless energy of its people. ToContinue reading “Bengaluru in April”
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The Unseen Orchestra
After months away—across continents and climates, through the tempered quiet of New York/New Jersey and the restless, choking urgency of Delhi—my return to Bengaluru has been, above all else, a return to sound. Not the sound of traffic or human industry, though those are never far, but something older, gentler, and far more enduring—the quiet,Continue reading “The Unseen Orchestra”
Majjige: The Whispering Drink of Karnataka
There is a kind of drink that doesn’t shout, doesn’t fizz, doesn’t advertise itself with bubbles or bold labels. It just whispers. Yet, across kitchens in Karnataka, that whisper has echoed for centuries. It’s called Majjige—cool, milky, salted buttermilk. A drink that’s not only about taste, but about time. The Elixir of Everyday Life Majjige isContinue reading “Majjige: The Whispering Drink of Karnataka”
Is Bengaluru Decaying? A City at the Crossroads of Character
Bengaluru—once serenely known as India’s Garden City—is today hailed as the IT Capital of India, a pulsating nerve centre of the digital economy, flush with start-ups, unicorns, venture capital, and dreams coded in binary. But beneath this luminous façade lies a more sobering reality: a city caught in a slow but visible unravelling. One mustContinue reading “Is Bengaluru Decaying? A City at the Crossroads of Character”
Why Bengulurians Must Produce Less Garbage
Once famed for its flowering trees and lakeside breezes, Bengaluru now finds itself buried beneath the detritus of its own growth. The transformation from “Garden City” to “Garbage City” isn’t just about mismanaged infrastructure—it’s a symptom of something deeper: a culture of unchecked consumption, buoyed by convenience and prosperity. A City Consuming Itself With oneContinue reading “Why Bengulurians Must Produce Less Garbage”
Gliricidia Bloom
O Gliricidia, quiet and free,A lesson wrapped in mystery—That grace resides in things that fade,Yet in their loss, their light is made. Some trees stand tall and imposing, their grandeur capturing attention from afar. Others, like Gliricidia, enchant quietly, weaving a spell not through stature but through the ethereal beauty of their bloom. This timeContinue reading “Gliricidia Bloom”
The Caribbean Trumpet Tree: A Waltz of Falling Blossoms
When the Caribbean Trumpet Tree awakens, it does so not in a blaze of colour, but in a hush of pale elegance. Its trumpet-shaped blooms emerge in soft shades—an almost translucent white, sometimes tinged with the faintest blush of pink. Against the sky, they seem less like flowers and more like wisps of drifting cloud,Continue reading “The Caribbean Trumpet Tree: A Waltz of Falling Blossoms”
The Butterfly Kingdom of Bannerghatta
A Tale of Wings and Wonder Oscar Wilde once observed, “The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.” Few creatures embody this mystery better than butterflies. So visibly enchanting, their bright, vibrant colours and intricately carved patterns mesmerize us, yet the life they lead remains a profound enigma. Their beauty is ephemeral, theirContinue reading “The Butterfly Kingdom of Bannerghatta”
Tabebuia rosea: A Symphony in Pink
“When the pink poui blooms, hearts awaken,Its petals a blush against the azure skies,A fleeting whisper of spring’s laughter,Before the winds carry it to its demise.” Pink is the colour of tenderness and purity, of sublime passion. While red is fierce, pink is soft; while red excites, pink soothes; while red ignites, pink pacifies. AndContinue reading “Tabebuia rosea: A Symphony in Pink”
Colours of Bengaluru-IV
Purple Majesty: The Jacaranda’s Enchanting Splendour “Jacaranda whispers grace in lilac hues,Painting the world beneath with gentle blues.A rain of petals softens all that’s near,In silent beauty, spring’s voice we hear.” Such poetic musings capture the magic of Jacaranda. Gabriel García Márquez, the celebrated Colombian writer, eloquently observed: “They say Jacarandas are like love: blooming inContinue reading “Colours of Bengaluru-IV”
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