Surajan Shrestha
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Bangalore: Things i LOVE, things i fucking DESPISE

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Tl;dr love the weather, convenience, food, tech, work, office; fucking hate the traffic, honking, rash driving, and even more FUCKING HONKING!!!

For an open, technologically advanced city with Venture Capitalists, Entrepreneurs, Engineers, the goddamn fucking HONKING of HORNS all the time is a mismatch.

One night, I almost got hit by a guy on an Ather. Bro was on ~50km/h in a cramped residential area. He looked at me like it was my fault, I was literally walking.

It's also crazy how you can own absoulte luxury like Porsche, BMWs, Range Rover, Mercedes and still drive like a drunk child with no license who stole the keys off of his father. I checked who the driver was though, it was an Uncle thrice my age, who looked like he was over-educated — like he had a Phd on something.

There's also things I like. Like CONVENIENCE. My friend Zepto'd ice cream, chips and a summer BLANKET around midnight. It got delivered under 10 mins. I was like, "WOW".

My friend literally used Blinkit to get a bunch of passport sized photos delivered under 10 mins. Again, "CONVENIENCE".

Indiranagar is one of those places where you can bump into people from different backgrounds and half of them might be from Tech.

Walking is fun with all the trees planted as if they knew how big Bangalore was gonna get, how much money was gonna get poured into it. BUT, it is only fun until a guy honks the most DIABOLICAL, LOUDEST, EARDRUM-DAMAGING horn inches away from you.

I know, I know, I'm complaining about horns too much but there is a thing about personal walking space. I'm really sorry if I'm sounding like an entitled spoiled brat, but you know, I know and everyone knows I'm speaking truth and everyone, especially an outsider feels this about Bangalore.

Enough bad things, let's talk about WEATHER. I like, ahem, love the weather here. It gets sunny, then in a split second hazy. You're walking and don't even notice that it's raining. It sprays some days when you're walking and you only realise when your hair feels weirdly wet.

The other days, it POURS, but only for a few minutes, then it stops like it never happened painting the city streets wet like a full cleanse, like detoxed the city of all the dirt, shit and bad mistakes.

Oh yeah, almost forgot, u wanna know what I do here? I work at an AI Tech startup (duh) here in Indiranagar. I moved in to Bangalore from Kathmandu a few weeks ago. I have a few friends here — all of em — singular characters. Maybe I should write a novel on em, lol. They make me feel less lonely, I hope I did the same for them.

Office is pretty cool. We're working on some hard problems. Lots of knowledge and skill gained every single day. All of the people in the office work pretty hard. Somedays we're pulling 12–13 hr days. One thing I got to know was that if everyone is working hard, you also follow suit. Working late has never been more fun cuz you're not doing it alone.

Sundays are for running and walking. My friends run but I walk — have a bad knee. Sundays are also for introspection. A 30 min walk around Cubban park with headphones is like a spiritual experience. Plus all the dogs there, half of em' Golden Retrievers, pure joy.

I'm a transactional mf, so I plan to get more outta Bangalore than it gets outta me. All these things, the good, the best, the bad and the ugly will definitely leave a mark on me, I want it to, I wouldn't want it any other way.

You reached the last paragraph, thanks for sticking along and spending you valuable time to read all of it. If, you're a bot, then FUCK YOU.


First published on Medium, 17 August 2026.

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