India trip

I wont deny the fact that I was looking forward to a trip to India. Sure Europe is fabulous and picturesque and every superlative but home is after all where the heart is..
Bangalore has always been my home.I have lived there all my life and in the process took so much for granted.The charming weather..the friendly people..convinient shops..'gaadi walas' selling fresh produce to your doorsteps..the maid who does your dishes for a few hundred rupees..the scrumptious fast food that makes life easy and so much more.
The two months vacation in India was a joy every moment.Though I travelled to Mangalore and Chennai to visit my grandmothers and extended family, I made sure I spent maximum time in Bangalore.The plan was simple,I just wanted to eat my favorite fast food ,relish my mom's amazing cooking,shop for luxuries to take back to germany {special food items again!}On most days I lay on the hammock in my mom's pretty garden under the warm sun munching on juicy sweet mangoes or just chatting with my parents ..cracking silly jokes with my brother.
There were a few grand functions thrown into my schedule so I had a chance to dress up and feast on traditional delicasies.Soon my husband joined me and it was double the fun.I love shopping with him as he is ever so patient and genuinely takes interest in my passion for fashion and books.We did spend a good many days buying books and cds for which we roamed around the city.It was then that the appaling traffic..bad roads dust.. garbage..killer buses..begging children and other sad sights got the better of us leaving us quite frustrated.
The least said the better.Suddenly I realised how organised Europe is and how much we had to learn .There is no doubt great potential in our country but unless we know how to organise , channelise energy and money in the right direction and better the infrastructure we are bound to collapse.
Bangalore has changed over the years no doubt but somehow the soul of bangalore can never change.Bangalore is not just another city ..it is my home and always will be.
It was time to board our flight back to Germany and I couldn't help but notice that the new airport was rather nice.Not comparable to airports in Paris with paintings in rest rooms ..but surely better than the HAL airport two months ago where I was welcomed by houseflies and straydogs at the very entrance .Perhaps its a sign of things to come,better things..