The view from rustambagh
From my perch here, I have quite a view of the heartland of India’s Silicon Valley. On my right is the very heart of Bangalore’s dollar dreamland, Airport road. My view extends all the way from the apartments of Diamond district all the way to Embassy Golf Links, with its tech and banking offices and wannabe luxury hotels as willing neighbors, rubbing shoulders with the green expanses of the golf course next door. On my left, glimpses of Bellandur lake, warrens of apartment buildings and the zillions of IT companies dotting the outer borders of Bangalore, all along the outer ring road. Every year, Bangalore’s outer borders continue to be redrawn, with builders who see every available cent of land as another crore to be minted. And here I am, on the sunlit terrace of a building in a locality called Rustombagh, surrounded by probably the last surviving natural grove of coconuts and eucalyptus in this part of town. Coconuts, mango, chiku and eucalyptus, stretching all the way till the EG