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After dwelling in Bangalore for almost 2 months, it was finally time to go home (yes, and COME BACK after 2 weeks). I was rather looking forward to Sillypore; not because I had not embraced India, I just missed home. However, this is exactly what is freaking me out. Getting an overseas assignment has always been one avenue that I was so keen to explore since it offered me an all-expenses paid getaway from Sillypore and its stifling environment. And now just 7 weeks into my new assignment and I am already thinking of getting "out"? I like to think that this is not due to the fact that I had been away from home but it is rather the work that I don't like (maybe it is impossible for me to find any work that I like). If this was not the case, then I would really be in a desperate situation. Anyway, I would clarify (just in case if my bosses/colleagues/vendors reads this) that I have a high threshold for doing work I don't like. So please be rest assured that I will still do my job well; I am just being me. 10 pages of crap are probably what I can offer for my Bangalore trip. To end on a positive note, I shall talk about the encounter with the driver when I was making my way to the airport for my flight home. I initiated a conversation on the weather, where he came from and the usual questions. And out of politeness, the driver asked where I was from as well and I dutifully told him the answer. He looked at me using his rear view mirror and started laughing out loud; he thought I was an Indian because I kept shaking my head in agreement (Indians shake their heads when they agree on something) while we were discussing how good the weather is. On hindsight, maybe I DID actually embraced India. Subconsciously, that is.

		Taken at Buegal Rock, a man was sitting partially under the shade. Thought that this photo was pretty well taken.
		Along the streets of Gandhi Bazaar, men were smoking and hanging around a cart selling coconuts.
		This reminds me of the concept of impermance. No matter how beautiful a flower can bloom, it will still fade one day. - Impression of Bangalore, Sri Ramakrishna Temple
		Portrait of the Holy Mother Sri Sarada Devi looks on while the evening sun shines.
		A small shrine was built on a piece of rock where the Holy Mother once sat and meditated in 1911.
		Evening views of the always busy Kempegowda Bus Terminal.
		Frontal view of the Bangalore Train Station; people were busily making their way in and out of the station while I wander around aimlessly.
		It seems like the traffic never stops for anyone. - Impressions of Kempegowda Bus Terminal, Bangalore
		This is the location where I usually have my weekly fix of mutton biryani. Along Hosur Road (near to Forum), Hyderabad House whips up a good biryani and haleem (Rs72/S$2.77 per serving). p.s.: Haleem is a mutton and wheat porridge cooked over slow fire for at least 8 hours. It has once been described as a food where one wouldn't know when the mutton ends and the wheat starts.
		Note that it is a lady (Suchithra) marrying a guy (Kumar). In Chinese families, it is often the opposite. But still, it's quite cool to have such a big board (bearing your name) by the side of the road. Makes me feel like a star if my name was on it.
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