When The Building Came Alive

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Kasturi Dhama Apartments — the play area where many evenings came alive. The lights would go out without warning. For a brief second, the entire building would fall silent. Then, from somewhere in Kasturi Dhama Apartments, a chorus would erupt. “Yayyy!” It is difficult to imagine children celebrating a power failure today. But in the Bangalore of the nineties and early 2000s, a power cut did not always feel like an inconvenience. Especially in the late evenings, it felt like permission. Permission to stop whatever we were doing, leave the darkness inside our homes, and step into the building outside. Before Kasturi Dhama became home, we had moved through a few different parts of Bangalore. My family had begun in Srirampuram and Vyalikaval before gradually cementing ourselves in Malleswaram for the next few decades. My earliest memory is of living in a vatara —a Kannada word loosely used for a building or a cluster of homes—on 15th Cross, near Karur Vy...

Unusual lines...

Waiting in the dark corridors of uncertainity,
And whiling away your time in trinity,
A lot of things seemingly unclear,
Living with the hope of nothing to fear!

Chaos and confusion adorns your mind,
Time and work keeps you in bind,
But when were things perfectly clear?
Always a challenge to come out of the lair!

A perfect setting and a future,
A dream to stitch; your work a suture,
It is time to work your way,
Not wait for things to sway

A sense of uneasiness as usual,
Life trudges along the same lines,
Day after day; the trauma remains,
Are you still waiting for a change?

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  1. Maga,

    Kansas trip du ondu blog bari. nange baryakke time illa, nin bloge link kotbidtini....
    -Yadu

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  2. Very nice and creative writing my friend

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