It hardly matters here in Bangalore whether its summer , or autumn or spring or winter , for I always keep shivering in the full speed fan ka hawa, feel like cuddling under the blanket and delaying the morning bath everyday and the geyser is a perennial necessity . Okay , no rainy season matters.
In childhood , winter used to be the time when you have more energy to work as defined by my mother, the time when circus parties started settling in Park Circus maidan , the time for a short holiday , Santa Claus and fruit cake and a all lit up Park Street visit .
My last winter in Chennai was even less wintery . While temperatures kept dipping in the North , South continued to stay aloof with its No winter status ! It reached its height with people putting up statuses on FB like “I mourn the loss of a season in my life “. ! Nevertheless, I had one of the best Christmas visiting Santhome Basillica near Marina Beach , buying all the Santa caps from a streetside girl, stopping at Adyar Bakery to have our share of mandatory Christmas cake .
The point is seasons change in the rest of the earth and you don’t get in winter what you get in summer. And the foremost among them is mango. The Mango milk shake in the Seasonal section of the menu in the juice counter of office cafeteria has been replaced by orange juice and its nowhere close to its predecessor 
I cant explain how good the mango milkshake used to be , its like ekbar peeyoge toh peete hi reh jaoge ..
There was never a day in the summer which went by without me queuing for the mango milkshake and cherishing it as a part of breakfast , maybe at afternoon or just like that .
So no matter how much my teammate from Nagpur tries to attract me to oranges with santra burfi, santra son papdi , santra jamun and what not , mango rules.

The Bangalore metro Reach One has finally been inaugurated and after thinking that the visitor-kind of crowd will be much less after one month of its launch, we decided to pay a visit to the M.GRoad station after catching the afternoon show of Rockstar at Rex .
I watched a Hindi film after a long time in Bangalore, last one being Dhobi Ghat.
Metro was crowded as usual , most people boarding it just to get the feel of it.
The journey reminded me of the local trains in Chennai where you get amazing views in the route from Velacherry to Chepauk Stadium.
The tokens reminded me of the Delhi metro and I searched my mobile to get the snap I had taken in Delhi metro 3 years ago.
The trains look like the new Mumbai locals – silver with a pink lining.
The excitement in young and old reminded me of my first metro ride in Kolkata during Durgapujo many autumns ago.

Talking about other modes of transport, I found the autowallahs of Hyderabad pretty friendly with share auto prices as low as 5 rupees for a fairly large distance. That’s something unimaginable in Bangalore. And the Hyderabad tour was awesome as well. Right from all the historical landmarks , to pearls , to Karachi Bakery and Paradise biriyani, we had it all.

There have been times when you have wanted to do things but haven’t found the partner. Like Rachel wanted to go to an Italian restaurant on a Sunday night and none of her friends agreed. So what do you do? Cancel your plan? Not really. Just go out on your own for once, and there wont be diappointments. Like Rachel did when she went out to have dinner all alone even though everybody else ridiculed. When I had wished the desire to goto the Bangalore Ganesh Festival , everybody yawned. So I caught the bus , had great Karnataka food and enjoyed live performance of Usha Uthhup and Shan n Kareena 

Okay this post is going nowhere, just that I’m pretty bored in office on a Friday evening 