For years, like many others, I have been bombarded with complaints about Bengaluru‘s problems: traffic jams, potholes, power outages, and poor water supply. As a resident for over three decades, I too would often join in these conversations, reinforcing the negative narrative about the city. Even friends and acquaintances abroad easily identified Bengaluru as the place notorious for its traffic woes.
However, a recent visit from my nephew, Mihir Bathija, a triathlete from Mumbai, changed my perspective. Mihir, who often participates in cycling events here, arrived in November to compete in the Nandi Epic, where he placed third. His positive outlook on the city made me see Bengaluru in a completely new light.
“Wow! I just love the weather here,” he would say after his morning rides to Devanahalli, showing me pictures of the scenic roads, the misty November mornings, and the stunning sunrises. He even remarked, “A bath here feels so refreshing. Back home, I feel sticky after a shower.” His enthusiasm for Bengaluru’s food scene also made me realize how rich and diverse the city’s culinary offerings are.
Mihir also raved about the wide, open spaces in the city, like Cubbon Park, where young people were cycling, running, and engaging in various activities. “There’s always something happening here!” he exclaimed.
Listening to his excitement made me realize that I had been so focused on the city’s challenges that I had overlooked its beauty—the lush trees in the park, the pleasant mornings, and the stunning sunrises and sunsets. Thanks to Mihir, I have rediscovered the charm of Namma Bengaluru.
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