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Arjun Rajagopalan's avatar

I have been through it all, Jayshree. In the decades of transition from Bangalore to Bengaluru, I am constantly stunned by how the city has changed. Growing up in the 1950s and 60s, my 17 cousins (you heard right; my maternal grandparents had 6 daughters and 2 sons) and I spent our summers in the sleepy town where nothing happened till mid afternoon. It's now impossibly huge. Going across town can be an ordeal of 2 to 3 hours. In my childhood days, you never went to Bengaluru without sweaters and warm clothing. Nowadays, a thin T-shirt can be a bit much. Still, it is a lovely city that has retained many of its best features. Lal Bagh continues to be an amazing garden and arboretum. Down the street, the original MTR (Mavalli Tiffin Rooms) has the best masala dosas anywhere in the world. Driving through, or better yet, walking within Cubbon Park is a pleasure. The South Parade maintains a lot of its colonial style. But the growth seems relentless. I wonder if, or where, it will stop. 

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Dale Flowers's avatar

I confess that when I hear the word Bangalore, the first thing that comes to mind is the Bangalore Torpedo (that device soldiers use to clear obstacles). Not that nickname for a fiery designer cup of tea at an Indian restaurant that the waiter warns you about emphatically of the Hindi meaning of "spicy"(surface of the sun) or "hot" (fresh lava). By the way, "hindi" is the Filipino word for "no". I hear that from my wife. Maybe "hindi" would be a good word to remember when your waiter asks, "You want that extra spicy?" Hindi!

I live on the Florida Gulf Coast, about 18° higher in latitude than Bangalore. We have oppressively hot summers. But here too September signals a relief with a cooler evening breeze signaling the coming of our pleasant mild winter. Almost time for that switch from sweet tea to hot tea.

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