Namma Bengaluru
(Translated from the local language Kannada as ‘Our Bangalore‘)
Bangalore is the home I find difficult to call a home. I’ve been living here for 2 years, and still everyday, not only do I discover something new about the place but also have a growing urge to move out. For me, it is as much a refuge, as a base camp.
That’s the view from my balcony. You can see svelte shiny offices to huge advertisement billboards to slums in the same shot. Right next to my apartment is a dilapidated abandoned restaurant which is being refurbished. That is exactly how Bangalore appears to me. A small town being refurbished to satisfy the demands of Infotech companies and outsourcing giants.
On first glimpse, it will appear like a city full of thousands of engineers and software professionals living a posh life. Every other day, a new mall or a multiplex crops up in some part of the city. But if you probe further, you will slowly discover another layer of the city. The local Kannada population. Seemingly separate from this IT revolution, yet seamlessly connected to the ‘new’ generation of the city through the interlinks of economy.
However, there’s a third layer beneath, which the above two layers have either completely ignored or forgotten : The Green Bangalore! The part of Bangalore I actually feel home at. Last weekend, I planned a trip to Banerghatta National Park, a hybrid of a zoo and a wildlife sanctuary, located in the outskirts of the city. This involved three major steps:
1. Looking up the location of the park on Google.
2. Checking the sky to find the usual great weather – an year-round specialty of Bangalore.
3. Haggling with an auto-rickshaw driver about the fare (bringing it down from Rs 150 to Rs 70) – an unfortunate part of the daily routine.
The national park is built into an actual jungle, giving you a thrilling ride as you cross it in a safari bus. However, the animals are actually kept in separate areas to protect them. They are still given the freedom to roam around in large areas of jungle.
We came across herds of spotted and Samba deer, grazing green grass and drinking water from the artificial (yet concealed) water hole.
We also crossed a group of beers who didn’t look like they wanted to let us cross their territory.
And then there were lion cubs growling at us, with their mom watching the buses very suspiciously from a distance.
I will never be able to forget the cold eyes of the royal-looking white tiger.
Finally, we moved to the most colorful section of the park – the butterfly park! There were hundreds of butterflies amongst thousands of flowers!
As I wandered through the whimsical energetic butterflies, I wondered – how different would my city be if everyone in Bangalore emerged from the cocoons of their slow daily routines to explore the energy and color hidden in the petals of the ‘Green Bangalore’?