If Bangalore is a stressed city and Mandya is an angered city, Mysore would be take a chill pill yaar city. People here are laid back and this attitude defines the city – Pensioners paradise. Forget bar culture, the only culture you will find here is agriculture. By 9:30 p.m. people finish their dinner and tuck themselves under blanket, it has been that and no one complains; one who complains makes a trip to Bangalore over the weekend. You can reach your destination within thirty mins time in this city, not because the place is small but because there is no traffic.
During my engineering days I always dreamt of working in Bangalore, I loved the hustle bustle, the chaos and the traffic, but destiny had different plans and I landed up at Software Paradigms Infotech, no one in Mysore knew about the company then. Today, I am a known name in the organization. My take home was funny compared to what my friends had, but I let them laugh. I had no plans of working for a long time, but again destiny had different plans. Ireland just remained a dreamland and I married a guy who takes the city very seriously; so much that he cancels travel if it is more than a week. When there were issues related to “expanding” family, we made plans of shifting for better medical facilities, but behold - destiny again had different plans – Shelly and Missy arrived. Twins embraced me, I embraced mother and mother-in-law and they have embraced the city, long back.
Thank you Mysore for the job that I love, that gives me recognition and nurtures my creativity like no other.
Thank you Mysore for the man I am trying to love, who gives me huge hope as a father.
Thank you Mysore for the twins I am learning ways to love, making sure I stay grounded with family and the city.
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