Winter days

Hey Noor, just accepted the invitation to join your blog...better late than never, like they say.
So you'll find some of my posts scattered in between yours from now on...

Guest writing on one's best friend's blog has its advantages
-you get to post stuff on the net without maintaining a blog of your own :)
-the friend will no longer crib that you don't visit her blog often enough (net nanny at work to blame )

Winter days
Bangalore is at its best in winter.
Deep blue skies, the kind of blue you just don't see the rest of the year...with cotton-white clouds floating about. The red steeple of St.John's church framed against the sky. The breeze creating ripples on Ulsoor lake and the pale winter sun warming the early morning joggers. The abandoned granite buildings of the military barracks with their soot-blackened chimmneys. Even the trees here seem to wait for winter to shed their leaves and bloom. Thats the scenic route to work.
The nights are amazing too. Clear clear skies, a chill in the air that makes you glad to see the warm yellow glow emanating from the windows of your home. The huge full moon rising over the little islands on Ulsoor lake, the lights from the Philips campus reflected over the still waters. The early morning prayer from the local mosque breaking the stillness of the night air...reminding you of stories from the Arabian Nights.
Just the right kind of weather to laze around with a cup a coffee, a chocolate bar and a good book.

I recently got back from a visit to Chennai. It's a really nice city - great roads, well planned, etc.
But when it gives you a thrill just to see the signboards along the railroad change from Tamil to Kannada, you realize that Bengaluru with all its traffic and pollution and potholes is the best place on earth. Simply because its home.