While #DilliKiSardi is what people fondly remember when it comes to winter in India, there are other places, where winter may not be as strong, but it surely has its own character and colour.
I live in Bangalore and Chennai, alternating between the cities. Given Chennai, has very little of what constitutes a winter, I decided to have a look at what an early morning in Bangalore looks like, given that the chill weather rarely does anything to wake me up early.
Its 15 degrees, and a reasonably chill winter in Bangalore this year, where temperatures are 2 degrees lower than previous years. North Karnataka has it more severe at 6-8 degrees, so that way 15 degrees is acceptable. It takes 3 snoozed alarm signals, 2 excuses to self to not get up, to finally get up at 4:30 am, and take my bike to venture out on the streets nearby.
It’s the outskirts of the city, and the city is eerily quiet, and numbingly chills. I brag to my friends on WhatsApp, that I have braved the chill and am out on the road. I realise 120 seconds into the journey that my hands are too numb for using WhatsApp on my touch phone, and my attire is woefully inadequate to be out on the roads. With every gear press on the bike and a stronger pedal on the accelerator, the wind blows harder and the temperature drops.
I chose a perceived balance between the temperature and the speed on the bike, and stop when I spot a group of people, warming themselves by the highway. Maybe the trip ends here, but the journey of documenting the winter begins here!
As vehicles whizz past, a tuft of air, threatens to blow off the little fire, but the men are swift at guarding the fire, to warm their bodies up.
When the fire burns out, they walk across to the tea-shop nearby, to grab a copius supply of tea and coffee, to get some more heat into their bodies. Some chose to smoke a few cigarettes. The ones who live nearby rush across to flush out their stomach contents, while the fitness conscious decide to go on a lazy sauntering walk across the twilight.
Right beside them on the highway the halogen lights by the sides and the whizzing buses make way for nice scenery. There’s no jay walking on the roads, given the chill in the spine that a Bangalore winter in January gives.
Is that the mask of enlightenment or lights from the high beam of a lorry at different places? Well, at last some one is walking now. Maybe you too should stop switching off your alarm multiple times, and get out there to be ‘enlightened’.
I was out for a little more time. Wait for the next installment tomorrow :). Some lovely pictures coming your way.