It's been ages since I've been on a bus, and it was good fun this time. Sitting on that city bus, the breeze in my face and plugged into Race Saanson Ki on an FM channel (Rainbow, I think), it was an easy ride.
I am a mostly anti-bus person. I know that's not the most environment-friendly comment to make but before you jump on me, do take into consideration five-plus years of horrible bus journeys on jam-packed buses, with every other person seeming to be a pervert who seemed to be there just to feel up the women. And, God, was Thiruvananathapuram the worst of it!! If any of you reading this are planning a trip to that mostly sleepy capital city of ours, stay off the buses, unless it's for a short ride (just for the experience) on an uncrowded route. Some of the roads there are just beautiful and you would be better off just walking down them; a feast for your senses, if you ignore the rude people. Sorry, I am just not a fan of the capital.
So it was with great thrill that I relocated to Kochi when I joined The Week as a sub editor trainee. That was six years back, and I have grown to love this city a while lot though I do miss the fact that there is not much happening here on the cultural scene.
What I like best here is the fact is that the people are so open and hospitable, a refreshing change to cold Tvm, where you are either looked down upon or ignored. And single women have a tough time finding apartments in that city. Not that they have it easy in Kochi, but at least there's hope in the changing scenario of a fast-evolving city, and empathy from fellowmen.
Sitting on that bus made me happy, happy that I have chosen this city to call 'home'. Every time I return from a trip to my parents' or in-laws' place, I get that feeling: it starts as a warmth in the pit of my stomach as we near Kochi and builds to an all-encompassing cheer and a bit of langour sets in. It's good to be home. No, make that great. Absolutely fantastic.
I know, I know: the city is mismanaged, there are waste disposal issues, traffic problems, sanitation issues and God save you from those stingers (mosquitoes, if you have never been here) once monsoon sets in. But you know what, I love this city, warts and all.
Saturday, 31 May 2008
Bus journey
It's been ages since I've been on a bus, and it was good fun this time. Sitting on that city bus, the breeze in my face and plugged into Race Saanson Ki on an FM channel (Rainbow, I think), it was an easy ride.
I am a mostly anti-bus person. I know that's not the most environment-friendly comment to make but before you jump on me, do take into consideration five-plus years of horrible bus journeys on jam-packed buses, with every other person seeming to be a pervert who seemed to be there just to feel up the women. And, God, was Thiruvananathapuram the worst of it!! If any of you reading this are planning a trip to that mostly sleepy capital city of ours, stay off the buses, unless it's for a short ride (just for the experience) on an uncrowded route. Some of the roads there are just beautiful and you would be better off just walking down them; a feast for your senses, if you ignore the rude people. Sorry, I am just not a fan of the capital.
So it was with great thrill that I relocated to Kochi when I joined The Week as a sub editor trainee. That was six years back, and I have grown to love this city a while lot though I do miss the fact that there is not much happening here on the cultural scene.
What I like best here is the fact is that the people are so open and hospitable, a refreshing change to cold Tvm, where you are either looked down upon or ignored. And single women have a tough time finding apartments in that city. Not that they have it easy in Kochi, but at least there's hope in the changing scenario of a fast-evolving city, and empathy from fellowmen.
Sitting on that bus made me happy, happy that I have chosen this city to call 'home'. Every time I return from a trip to my parents' or in-laws' place, I get that feeling: it starts as a warmth in the pit of my stomach as we near Kochi and builds to an all-encompassing cheer and a bit of langour sets in. It's good to be home. No, make that great. Absolutely fantastic.
I know, I know: the city is mismanaged, there are waste disposal issues, traffic problems, sanitation issues and God save you from those stingers (mosquitoes, if you have never been here) once monsoon sets in. But you know what, I love this city, warts and all.
I am a mostly anti-bus person. I know that's not the most environment-friendly comment to make but before you jump on me, do take into consideration five-plus years of horrible bus journeys on jam-packed buses, with every other person seeming to be a pervert who seemed to be there just to feel up the women. And, God, was Thiruvananathapuram the worst of it!! If any of you reading this are planning a trip to that mostly sleepy capital city of ours, stay off the buses, unless it's for a short ride (just for the experience) on an uncrowded route. Some of the roads there are just beautiful and you would be better off just walking down them; a feast for your senses, if you ignore the rude people. Sorry, I am just not a fan of the capital.
So it was with great thrill that I relocated to Kochi when I joined The Week as a sub editor trainee. That was six years back, and I have grown to love this city a while lot though I do miss the fact that there is not much happening here on the cultural scene.
What I like best here is the fact is that the people are so open and hospitable, a refreshing change to cold Tvm, where you are either looked down upon or ignored. And single women have a tough time finding apartments in that city. Not that they have it easy in Kochi, but at least there's hope in the changing scenario of a fast-evolving city, and empathy from fellowmen.
Sitting on that bus made me happy, happy that I have chosen this city to call 'home'. Every time I return from a trip to my parents' or in-laws' place, I get that feeling: it starts as a warmth in the pit of my stomach as we near Kochi and builds to an all-encompassing cheer and a bit of langour sets in. It's good to be home. No, make that great. Absolutely fantastic.
I know, I know: the city is mismanaged, there are waste disposal issues, traffic problems, sanitation issues and God save you from those stingers (mosquitoes, if you have never been here) once monsoon sets in. But you know what, I love this city, warts and all.
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