An average Bangalorean is a photographer, a writer, a filmmaker, a UPSC
aspirant, a guitarist, a marathon runner, a chef extraordinaire. An average
Bangalorean is also a software engineer.
He sits at a table filled with people from different states fighting over a cup of tea or the effectiveness of this year's union budget. He knows nothing about it. That doesn't stop him from pitching in. An average Bangalorean thinks he is a smart ass.
An average Bangalorean has fallen in love once, and failed. Failed
miserably. Once bitten, twice tried, thrice given up and finally, resigned to
the parental choice. He meets prospective life partners every weekend, has
coffee with them, mumbles incoherent things and runs away from there like his
pants are on fire. He isn't ready. Or Is he? Or is he just waiting for
someone's approval? Is he waiting for the push that has always been there?
An average Bangalorean is a Tamilian, a Telguite, a Bengali, a Bihari, or Assamese. Hell, he may actually be from Bangalore. He is not a stickler for his culture. He doesn't know his culture. He isn't hung up on his leaders or his heroes. His heroes are spread all over. He can accept either Rajinikant or Amitabh Bachchan as his hero, and has no qualms with replacing Rajkumar with them.
He sits at a table filled with people from different states fighting over a cup of tea or the effectiveness of this year's union budget. He knows nothing about it. That doesn't stop him from pitching in. An average Bangalorean thinks he is a smart ass.
He slogs everyday for something he doesn't give a shit about, while passionately
dreaming in the night about all the things he had to do, he should've done, he
could do, he would do, he wouldnt do and he will definitely do in the near
future.
He is a thinker, a believer, an analyser, he has the whole world in front
of him, he is spoilt for choice, and yet paralysed by fear of the unknown. He is
scared of something he cannot name, scared of losing unnecassary things that
he has in abundance now.
He passed out of one of the thousand engineering colleges in Bangalore and
ended up in one of the ten thousand IT companies that claim to be in Bangalore.
He stays in Bangalore, and is immune to motion sickness. It is the law of the land.
An average Bangalorean cannot tell you the current season. He knows that
the weather is as unpredictable as his life is predictable. He calls it irony.
An average Bangalorean has fallen in love once, and failed. Failed
miserably. Once bitten, twice tried, thrice given up and finally, resigned to
the parental choice. He meets prospective life partners every weekend, has
coffee with them, mumbles incoherent things and runs away from there like his
pants are on fire. He isn't ready. Or Is he? Or is he just waiting for
someone's approval? Is he waiting for the push that has always been there?
An Average Bangalorean is always on the edge of a cliff. He has made a
house there and refuses to leave. He always greets his friends with the same
question, "When are you escaping from this dreaded hellhole?" and
the average Bangalorean always retorts with the same answer, "Very soon,
my friend, very soon". How can he leave the house that he took so much pains to build? He'd rather stay.
An average Bangalorean is a software engineer.
Thank god I'm above average. I'm a senior software engineer.
PS: This is fictitious post. Both the Average Bangalorean and the above average one are imaginary, and so is the implied promotion. :) Enjoy!
PS: This is fictitious post. Both the Average Bangalorean and the above average one are imaginary, and so is the implied promotion. :) Enjoy!