The title of this post is very simple, “Weekdays in Bangalore, Weekends in Mysore.” But unfortunately, the lives of most of us aren’t. This post is for all those who are from Mysore, who are settled down happily in Mysore, but are working in Bangalore. People like us constitute a healthy percentage of the working population in Mysore.
Some of us wanted to come work in Bangalore because of the lifestyle (come on, you know what I mean, don’t you?). Most of us came here because we din’t have any other option (Not that there aren’t any jobs in Mysore, but a little secret that Engineers alone know is that you can get a job in Bangalore no matter what you scored in your B.E.). And some of us have come here because the job that matches our profile, or likes, aren’t available in Mysore.
Whatever the reason maybe, the important thing to know here is that most of us have partially migrated to Bangalore. One thought always comes to my mind (please don’t laugh at it). I have moved to Bangalore for my job now. A few years down the lane, I may get married (not “may”, I “will”). And after that, you know, I’ll have kids and all. I’ll have to put them into a school over here in Bangalore. By the time I say goodbye to my professional life, my kids would have become men or women with their own jobs, may be in Bangalore or some other place.
Now, between all these nightmares happening in my life, I will be stuck in Bangalore as my job is here. I may not go back to Mysore, maybe sometimes visit the city. So, by the time I become a compete ripe fruit, I would have completely settled down in Bangalore, which I don’t want (no offense Bangalore-lovers).
This is just one of the random thoughts that fill my mind when I’m doing almost something (you can never be doing be “nothing”, if you think about it). So, like this, people from across the country come to Bangalore in search of a means for living and just make the city a not at all good place to settle down.
Coming back to the topic, people who are not in this situation (people still studying, or people who were lucky enough to get a job in Mysore, or people who are lucky enough that they don,t need a job, etc.), don’t really realize what kind of pain we deal with every week. I don’t know about others, but it sure is a pain to me. People outside this mess think that we are living our life to the fullest in Bangalore, a city with “different colors” (I don’t know who came up with that phrase, but I hear that a lot).
But trust me, we don’t live the life with “different colors”, over lives are black-and-white than you can imagine. We hardly get time to watch a movie, or read a novel. To be frank, I had to keep a track of my schedules and make myself free for a few minutes to write this very post.
Our routine is very simple here in Bangalore.
- Get up early in the morning and get ready.
- Rush to the restaurant near you to have your breakfast, there is a huge crowd for this, and you’ll have to wait for at least 10 mins to get your food.
- Gobble as much as you can in the limited time you have.
- Rush to the bus stop to try to get into that heavily crowded, about to turtle BMTC bus. For those of us who have our own vehicles here, we have to rush to get ourselves through the heavily loaded roads.
- You are in office now, maybe a bit late, but you have work to do, a lot of work. So get to your cube right away (no, don’t think to saying Hi to that cute girl you always stare at, your team leader/manager is on you for being late).
- Lunch break (it was such a fun time in schools, but not here). Go to the cafeteria, get your plate, stand in the queue. Have you see those Hollywood movies where the criminals, with their hands and legs tied to each other, stand in the line for their nasty foods? It will be really awesome if you can picture us in that situation.
- Gobbled you food again, now back to work. Tea break, don’t think of it. Work, work, work….
- Its 6 PM, time to go, but no, not for you (why do everybody else gets to leave early and not me? Oh, wait, you came late to the office today). So bit more time, alone with my computer, so romantic (tell me about it).
- Anyway, you finish your work and while getting out of the office, you notice that the cute girl is already gone.
- Go back home, its late, you are tired, eat food slowly, sob, sleep like a dead lizard.
This is just a brief, there are a lot of things happening between all these. So anyway, the first five days of every week go by like this, and you never know when its Friday (#TGIF). So, you finish you work on Friday eve, go to the bus stand, or railway station. You find that the respective modes of transport are already heavily crowded with people just like you, co-incident? You bet!!!
Again, you try to fit yourself in the crowd, reach Mysore, get to your home, see your family, and sleep (but like a not-so-dead lizard this time). You wake up in the morning, guess what? Its a weekend. Now it depends on every individual as to what you do on weekends. So no comments.
But anyway, this is our story, we, the people who live weekdays in Bangalore, and Weekends in Mysore. If you are an Engineer, you would probably have got an SMS like this before, but I would want to change it and write here again:
“Life in Bangalore is like a public toilet. People inside it want to get out as soon as possible, and people outside it want to get in as soon as possible.”
Taking leave. Bye.
PS, I’m already late for work, I’m screwed.
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