You know, I had planned to write about a video game related things on this blog. I have plans for posts about reverse-engineering PS2 game data and about AI in video games or just my thoughts going through the entire Resident Evil series as an absolute scaredy cat. But somehow, this topic rose to prominence in my head. So I’m writing about it now.

And it’s not even about video games. Or is it? (I am told people call this “foreshadowing”.)

I recently read a book: Murder Under A Red Moon by Harini Nagendra. It’s apparently the second book in a series called the “Bangalore Detectives Club”. I found it recently at my local library, and what drew me to it really is just that it’s a book set in Bangalore.

And this was the first time in my entire life that I saw a piece of fiction set in a location I knew very well. I don’t think I had realized (until recently) that all the stories I had consumed throughout my life (video games, anime, books, TV shows, movies) had been set in either an entirely fictional place, or in some faraway land I knew existed and knew some things about, but I’ve never really been there. I don’t know what Chicago actually looks like in the flesh.

But Bangalore? I spent 16 years of my life there. I did the majority of my schooling there. I’ve driven there. I know Bangalore. Ahem, I mean Bengaluru (sorry man, I’m not calling it that).