Life in a new City!

First Day in Bangalore

For the first time in my life the train I boarded reached the destination right on time. I owe it to my father’s prayer and pujas I guess. Woke up late, thankfully the train hadn’t reached the destination so I got time to attend nature’s call (if you know what I mean), freshen up and find someone who could help me carry my luggage. Not all parents send their only daughter to a new city alone with a huge luggage for her alone to manage, but my parents did. Well this great idea of doing everything on my own was mine, as I thought its lot cheaper to travel alone. I was supposed to stay in PG and my parents coming along would be more travel and accommodation expense. My parents could have stayed at some Relatives place but my parents did not like the idea of bothering others (well I don’t share the same opinion though).

My luggage weighed more than half of my weight. Luckily I found a guy, rather slim guy in my compartment (well he was the only guy who looked decent enough) and asked if he could help me carry my luggage. I did that after thinking a lot as his slimness v/s weight of my luggage put me in a dilemma. For a moment I thought I’ll get a coolie but then when I got to know about their charges I suddenly felt my luggage was lighter than a feather. I somehow managed to get my luggage till the entrance with the help of Mr Slim Guy who seemed to have vanished before I could say thanks. While I stood at the entrance waiting for taxi or rickshaw to come by unaware of OLA and UBER( and their first free ride)Mr Slim guy appeared right before me out of the blue boarding a taxi .I walked up to him and asked

“How do you book these cabs? Will they take cash?? Or are we supposed to pay through the app wallet?”  

He said “Well I pay through Paytm”.

I had no idea about these things so I just asked him “Where are you going?” hoping our destination is same or mine is on his way so I can get a drop. But unfortunately he was heading to Vijayanagara and I wanted to go to Indira Nagar.

After waiting for a while I finally took an auto. As soon as i got into the auto the driver started talking very sweetly to me, guess he thought I was a big shot and would pay him extra for this talks. I would have preferred taking bus if my luggage did not weigh like Sumo Wrestler. The driver charged me 250Rupees! It took time to sink in that I just stepped into Bangalore did not even have my breakfast and boom 250Rupees gone. As soon as I reached my PG I got my luggage shifted to my room in the PG and asked the auto driver to wait for me so he could drop me to the nearest Apollo Clinic. My joining date was two days ahead and I was still not done with my medical tests and blahs. Thanks to god for the train was on time else it wouldn’t have been possible to do the tests on

”fasting” unless someone took my unconscious body to the clinic (It was almost more than 12 hours since anything went into my stomach).I thought dropping me to the clinic will also come within 250 but well that auto driver was smarter than me and charged me extra 25. If I was in my home town I would have given him a tough time but well I neither I had the energy nor time to argue because I knew I was going to faint the very next minute. 

Once the tests were done (to my surprise it was done quickly) I walked out of the clinic, sat on the interior stairs by the entrance (the very first place I found suitable to sit and eat) and started eating the sandwiches my mom had packed for me cause she knew I would faint before I could search for a restaurant for breakfast. So once my stomach was full and all the energy came back I walked back to PG. My room at my PG was shared by 3 people including me but since the other two had left for office I was all alone in the room. There was no TV apart from the one that was kept in the hall and it seemed to me that one needed the knowledge of electronics and physics to switch it on. As I sat silently in my room, the clouds of sadness and loneliness started surrounding me and the tears in the form of rain started pouring from my eyes and I sat there crying in my room like a baby. It was not even a day away from home and I started missing everything about home. I started missing my parents, especially the talks I used to have with them, the bickering, and the nagging tone of my mom, all of which seemed like an annoyance once was being longed for by me. To divert my mind I played movie, I played songs I started singing I tried taking a nap but nothing seemed to help. I was a pampered child. Though my parents couldn’t give me the luxuries of life they did the best to give me a great life. My mom used to do everything for me from Cooking to Washing my clothes, Cleaning the house to Washing the vessels, in short the only things I did were eating 4 times a day , Watching movies, taking naps in the afternoon , going out or spending time by painting, dancing or singing. I already started missing everything as I knew I was not going to get to go home for the next one month and never will my life go back to being the way it was, it was time i grew up.

 After crying for hours I slept off and when I woke up it was already 5:30PM and I thought ill have a cup of Tea and relax but by the time I went to the kitchen the Urn was empty except for 2 drops of tea which I thought ill save for the next girl who will come for tea (I’m a kind hearted person). So I went out to a nearest tea stall and had my cup of tea and that was one amazing tea after which I went for a walk. When I returned back I found a girl in the next room and had a bit of a chat with her. She was searching for an apartment to stay so I showed my interest in joining her in her plans. After talking to her i came back to my room and for the first time I was happy to see a human species there. After a talk with this roommate of mine I found her really weird, a weird that can be really good or a real pain in the a** so I thought to mind my own business. The room was pretty small and I couldn’t do my workouts for the day which was pretty disappointing as workouts have been very important part of my life. So I had my dinner which was provided by the PG and slept off without knowing the next day would be the first best day.

Second Day

I woke up early in the morning to find my What’sApp inbox flooded with messages. I wondered if it was my fake birthday on Facebook. Well no, it was friendship day. I met one of my friends in the afternoon spoke to him about getting me into dance class or music bands etc. He seemed to be interested in helping me, though I wasn’t sure how much he would help me in the end. Later I went to meet a relative hoping I could be a paying guest at their place because I could no longer stand the PG environment. It was just one day in PG and I already wanted to run away from there. But I came back to PG disappointed after spending a boring evening with them. It was just when I had given up the hope of the evening getting any better one of my friend from Mangalore who stayed in Bangalore texted me he is free to meet me. Well I met him and yes I had an awesome time. We went to Mantri Mall and it was the first time I ever visited that place. We played in Amoeba, had dinner at ChungWah and drank lassi in a Dabha and then he dropped me to PG at 11:00PM. Well the time restriction was 10:00PM but yeah new comer so the owner did not make an issue. Thank god I had my dinner, whatever was served for dinner at PG that night would have made me starve the whole night. So I packed my bag for next day, my first day at office and went to sleep with new hopes and expectations from life which definitely did not turn out the way I had expected.