Bangalore Metropolitan Croud

Many of you based in Bangalore might be aware of this unique initiative started by the Bangalore Metropolitan Transport Corporation a few months back in February of 2010. In its third month, this initative has gained considerable momentum in promoting local commuters, motorcyclists and car users to leave their vehicles behind for one day and travel by the city bus to work.

Earmarked for the 4th of every month, this special day is heavily promoted by BMTC and the media to convince daily commuters to travel by bus on this particular day. Extra buses are operated on this day to accommodate the additional passengers who wish to travel. Local celebrities and few company MD’s have also boarded a bus on this day and are happy with the service.

BMTC launches BIG 10: Apart from this, BMTC has been trying out new initiatives to enthuse commuters to use the bus and has introduced the BIG 10 or the G series of special service. 10 major arterial roads (Big-10) have been identified as high density traffic corridors with dedicated point-to-point Bus Services, both A/C and non-A/C buses. These buses ply from all corners of the city right to the city centre. For ex: G2 goes from Electronic City right upto Brigade Rd and similarly another route connects Bannerghatta National Park to Brigade Rd.

You will find detailed route map of all the 10 routes here and here



So the next time you wish to travel around Bangalore, you might want to take the bus since its cheaper, safer and less hassle free unlike our auto rikshaw.

Bangalore been awhile

It’s been awhile since I wrote something self-exploratory. It’s been awhile since I sat down in front of the mirror and took a long, hard look at the reflection. It’s been awhile since I gave a shit about what I’m doing, who I am and what direction my life is going in. It’s been really long since I actually spoke to someone, anyone, about what I truly feel. Familiarity breeds contempt they say and I’ve had enough of it for one lifetime.

There are things that I would like to change about myself, no matter how much I claim otherwise. There are things I’d rather never think about, for fear of regretting the course they’ve taken. There are times when I feel like there’s nothing I can do right, no one I can stay true to. There are times when the madness seems so baseless and insignificant that I almost feel normal. There are times when I think someone can actually make peace with the madness.

But in reality, no one wants any part of it and I’m better off keeping everyone at a comfortable distance, lest they discover how turned off they are by the “sad” me.

In the Bangalore last two years have been different. I did things I never thought I could, I felt things I never thought I was capable of or even wanted to. I fell in love and desperately tried to fall out of it. I fell in love again without even realizing it or feeling the need for reciprocation. Last year left me tired and without any inclination to fall apart again and at such incredible speed.

Everything in my life progresses at the speed of light. Everything from friendships to relationship to brain waves is neurotic. Nothing is stable, nothing is constant. The monotony ,characteristic of the middle-age, sets in even before the conception of an idea. The love that should take it’s time to surface, given the recurring heartbreak it’s been subject to, comes to fore too quick. And the heartbreak follows, much exaggerated.

“crash boom bangalore”

right?

If there’s one resolution I made this year, it was that I’ll not let myself fall into the same traps of emotionalism that I’ve been accustomed to for the longest time. To rid my life of the reckless psychopathy that haunts it. Guess failure’s one thing I don’t want knocking at my door again. But its hard sticking to the resolutions when reality, stark naked is staring right at you…

For me its the same vicious circle again and again. Sometimes I am forced to believe that its due to my poor judgement and sometimes just sometimes I realise that I’m just a victim on the road when the great wheel of time passes by me.

This might not be the most structured or well-crafted post, but it is important. Sometimes when there’s no one else to talk to, it helps to talk to the notebook. Sometimes when there’s no one else who needs you to listen, it helps to listen to yourself.

This is also hopelessly personal, and I’m very uncomfortable with the thought of certain people reading it. Or so I like to believe.