Everything But Humanity Bangalored?

I'd been to Bangalore over the weekend, with my family and returned just yesterday. And if there's one thing about being in Bangalore that I find quite irksome, it's the people there. It's shocking how travelling less than ten hours to the east can result in such a distasteful environment.

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We'd just gotten off the train when we were accosted by a number of taxi drivers and rickshaw drivers showing so much interest in where we would like to go, you'd think they were in love with us. The only love they really had though was for filling up their pockets. As soon as we spoke of our destination, a hotel, not more than ten minutes away, they started quoting numbers off the top of their heads, numbers like 350 and 400. I had to pinch myself to ascertain that I was not dreaming (having a nightmare actually.) Once I did that, I had to make sure they were not dreaming, so I asked them if they were. We finally found a rickshaw driver who agreed to take us to the place for 50 bucks. We got on the rickshaw and 10 seconds into the ride he said that the place we were going to didn't have any vacancies and that he knew a better place where he could take us. We told him to take us where we wanted to go or not take us at all. He was almost as stubborn as we were and we ended up getting off this rick and getting on another who took us to the place we desired. On getting there we found that there was enough room not only to accommodate us but also to take in the entire of the rickshaw/taxi driver population that was positioned in front of the railway station.

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The days that followed were not much different from the first and we tried to walk, if the distance was agreeable, which resulted in sore legs, for we walked for seven hours straight on Sunday. Bangalore is place where you wouldn't want to meet with an accident, not that one would want to meet with an accident anywhere else, but if you were to have a fall anywhere else there'd be people coming to your rescue almost immediately, in Bangalore though, you'd probably bleed to death before a good Samaritan happens to pass your way. I even had the chance to see an ambulance with a blaring siren, not given a second thought, stuck in traffic like everybody else.

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In the end, the trip was fun, the credit going to all the shopping I did and all the food I ate and none to the people. I must say I'm glad to be back home though, with all the helpful people, the gracious rick drivers and the friendly faces. Where humans are still almost humane.

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Just A Thought- "Man makes counterfeit money, but in many cases money makes counterfeit men."