I am allergic to a city!

Hi !

Before I even begin writing, I need to make a warning statement.

Offenders: You’re most welcome to criticize me/hate me/abuse me after reading this.

This severe allergy began in 2011 post my High School when I moved to this city. However, I was told that this is a good city and has its own charm. After spending less than 6 months, I realized that I am in a wrong place. This city is not meant for me. To break the ice, I am talking about Bangalore. Very bluntly, I have never hated a place so much. I have lived in 4 cities, out of which Bangalore has been the worst. I don’t really know why am I writing about this but then again, I feel it would make me feel better.

Anyhow, coming back to the point, I have my own strong reasons for my all my dislikes towards this city. Ever since I moved here I have had terrible things happened to me about which I am not going to write in details. People here are terrible racists, barring some exceptions. They have a problem adjusting with North Indians, or any other cast for that matter other than South Indians. I have been called opinionated, rude, arrogant and what not! Honestly, I don’t give a tiny rat’s ass about what people call me or think about me but then I have a problem with people interfering in my life unnecessarily when they don’t even know me. I was in one of the worst colleges of Bangalore (I would prefer the name to be not known) which had the most judgmental people I have ever met. I am sure a lot of you guys love this city and has not met the pathetic bunch like I did. I might sound like I am cribbing/whining which actually I may be. However, all these are just my perspectives about a place and you all can choose to ignore.

This city has given me some of the most horrible times of my life and has kept me in pain. I moved on after two years. Moved on to Delhi which by far has given me the three best years of my life. The two long years in Bangalore were not happy or fun or even remotely positive. I did have some good times but the bad times were so much so that it greatly overpowered the good times. Two years were just in vain. My career went to a toss and I was broken. This city was breaking me brick by brick everyday till the time I decided to move on.

There is absolutely no point in writing about something that happened 5 years ago. But destiny had the same city in store for me. Here I am in Bangalore again post my marriage. Been a year again, and trust me my perception about this city  hasn’t changed even a tad bit. The only thing that keeps me going here is Rohan, who has been through thick and thins. People here are merciless, rude, juvenile and so god damn conservative. They are possessive about their language and does not even try to learn a different one. Bangalore now being a cosmopolitan city should know or at least try to learn Hindi. I know I am whining now but I will still write. There is a critical lack of civic sense and humanity. Cab and auto drivers here are thieves in disguise. The fares are a rip off.

Those past two years has been so terrible and that I can never like this city. And to top it all, that old curse of this city not being nice to me is still present. There is always a pit stop for me whenever I try to do something.

I have people talk about Bombay ki baarish and Delhi ki sardi. This city has nothing to talk about except for foaming toxic lakes, cows and pigs roaming and pooping on the main road. Let’s not talk about the crazy mother-fucking traffic that this city has in store or you. I know I have to live here for god knows how long. All I wish is for things to take a little positive turn.

I am running out of words. For those of you who read it till the end, thank you! And for people who hate me or have started hating me, you’re welcome. 😀

I am going to come back to my old self soon and write about what I am actually good at. 🙂

Whole lotta love

-WildChild