Chennai – Bangalore Shatabdi chugs in to the station at 12 past five. Train was late but it didn’t matter to me as I didn’t have any urgent work to do in the morning. I’m visiting the garden city nearly after 12 years and I’m greeted with the same chill wind which I always cherish in my memory. I always long to visit the garden city because of the pleasant weather. Unlike Chennai my home town Bengaluru is always and green to me. But the traffic menace in Bengaluru frightens me more than…