Bengaluru we finally meet
The Konkan rain trail is as familiar to me as a visit to my favourite restaurant. I know which compartments have the charging points for my cell phone, which tunnels not to stick my head out of the train in, and which river indicates my nearing Ratnagiri. Its easy to get so familiar when I make regular trips back and forth between Goa and Mumbai to visit family. So one can understand that after spending most of my years travelling this side of the Sahayadris, my bus journey to Bangalore was a real shocker. I don't understand how someone who aced geography in school could have forgotten that India has such a diverse terrain. So much so that after we had left behind the winding ghats and moved into the Plateau region with it's erratic spread of giant boulders dotting the highway, I was sure I had taken the wrong bus and was on my way to some hovel of the south. "Sir, are we going to Bangalore..er... Bengaluru?" I asked the bus helper who answered back