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Monsoon seems to be the perennial flavor of the Bangalorean airs. It's raining for the past few days...and, needless to say, the roads look intimidating once again. I'm sure even the Jovian terrain is more hospitable!

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Anonymous said…
Deep...You are very much like me. We, both, always love to praise the place of our origin. Defininitely, heart is where home is.
Anupam said…
The govt shud seriously think of changing the name of this place from bangalore to bangapunji ( remember cherapunji..we mugged up the name for max rainfall in India)
Deepanjan said…
Ankur, I'm sure the roads of Bangalore have gained notoriety in the whole of India.
Anupam, it'll be nice if u could keep posting your comments.
Anonymous said…
i think the roads here in mumbai isn't better then B'lore
Deepanjan said…
I had visited Mumnbai during my Pune days. I don't think the roads there come anywhere close to being as horrid as the Bangalore ones.
Anonymous said…
mumbai had recently seen floods much worse than what B'lore has...

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