The Last Past Week

I landed from my flight and to my dismay I felt as if I entered a blast furnace. That was my first feeling when I landed in Indira Gandhi International Airport on Saturday morning at 9:00 am. A drastic change from HOT looking chic’s (KF airhostess) to HOT weather, which I despise. Yes, I was in Delhi the capital of India. Few hours back in Bangalore I was searching for my jacket to keep myself warm from the weather outside. While traveling from airport to Noida where I was to put up for next two days I realized the rise in the mercury. Hot to hotter, hotter to hottest by noon hitting it to 46 Deg. August is blowing hot... like nothing seen for years in Bangalore. As I was admiring the expressways and the metro I realized that I was at my destination and had already traveled 41 kms in just a matter of 35 mins. That is definitely one thing that Delhi scores hands down over Bangalore even though it would lose in terms of weather. New Delhi—the power hub of one of the world’s most vibrant democracies, home to fabled gali-kooche and multi-lane flyways and yes, one of India’s greenest cities! For most, Delhi is the face of India—an icon in its own right. As we get set to celebrate the 62nd year of India’s Independence I landed in the city for some leadership training from my company (not from our so called political leaders :P). I got in touch with some of my old buddies who were settled in Noida and Gurgaon (and yes this is definitely NOT Delhi – It is as Delhi as Mysore or Mangalore to Bangalore). Over the next one week I did the training in Gurgaon and tried all methods to beat the heat. Gurgaon, with monster malls and futuristic high rises, is frequently called the poor man's Singapore. Gurgaon lives up to its name of being Concrete Jungle with its high raised buildings and multilane expressways. Finally after a week full of gyan on leadership in HOT weather and HOTTER chic’s around I was done with my training and it was time to leave and get back to namma bengaluru. Even though my stay was limited and packed with schedules I loved the place, people and the get together with old buddies. Finally, I am back in namma ooru and woke up to pleasant morning of Independence Day. Somehow I missed my home that day. My parents are old-fashioned patriots who ensure that special delicacies are prepared on the eve of 15th of August, since they felt it was exceedingly important to celebrate 'Freedom'. Freedom, not just from foreign rule.... but as a basic human right. They also believed it was important for them as parents to convey to us that this precious freedom was worth guarding with our own lives. There were no delicacies at home this year. It is yet another dull, uninspiring and listless day with only one hope that it was still beginning of Saturday and Monday was still far away.