Back In Bangalore
By drapeau on Feb 20, 2005
After 21 hours of flying (and 20 hours of no computer), I landed in Bangalore around 2:00 AM on Wednesday morning. I'm in India for a couple of weeks on business to work with some of Sun's top partners. The trip promised to be busy with visits to Bangalore, Chennai, Mumbai, and Pune. I wanted to get to the hotel room as soon as possible and catch some sleep before getting started on Wednesday morning.
I was better prepared for the celebrity treatment that awaited me. I went outside the airport to find the driver who would take me to my hotel, but there were two drivers waiting for me! One driver was from the hotel; the other was from the car rental agency that was to be at my service while in Bangalore. Luckily for me, they made it easy for me to decide which driver to pick; I picked the sign that had my name spelled correctly (the loser: "TRAPUEA" or something like that). The hotel driver took my luggage and we took off.
Traffic in Bangalore on a Wednesday morning at 2:30AM was much less busy than I thought it would be, although it shouldn't have been a surprise. Streets were not empty, but were almost devoid of traffic obstacles.
One thing that struck me about the drive to the hotel was the beginning of a theme that is still with me five days later. The route we took from the airport to the hotel seemed random, and every day when the driver would pick me up, the route essentially seemed random. It reminded me of the story "Mimsy Were The Borogroves" by Lewis Padgett. In the book, the children seem to use random paths along a maze puzzle but it gets solved every time. The adults can't see the patterns; they only see random. This is my model of driving in Bangalore: there's no "best path" to take; you just take a path that seems to get you in the right direction and, lo and behold, it does. I got to my hotel room at the Taj around 3AM. I unpacked, and crashed.