I don’t know when, I don’t know how
But Bangalore became my own town.
Are three years long enough they asked?
Is my illogical reasoning strong enough they asked?
Of course I curse at traffic and wince at burning lakes
In the criss-cross of smaller mains, one step of change is what it takes.
Breath of fresh air at Cubbon park,
Weather changing like mood swings
And rare sights of Gulmohor like finding a lost ark.
Stumble upon MG and 100 feet again & again,
Chickpet has its charm & Commercial lives upto its name
Darshanis & breweries side by side,
Pick your vice-Filer Coffee or Amruth on ice.
I don’t know when, I don’t know how
But Bangalore became my own town.
Oh, and the people…
Warm, welcoming, ever so smiling.
Showed me a place for best idli & kapi,
Invited home for local recipe.
And some, just guided me to my house,
when the stars were not shining…
Techies, poets, singers & writers,
Passionate art lovers, pet owners,
Start up strugglers & life jugglers;
Found them all at quaint cafes
They all had found something, in their Bangalore days.
From “gotilla” to “swalpa”, has been quite a journey;
From house to home, that will be some day.
Yes, you may miss the sea, chaat & ginger tea.
Beat of night, pace, free roads and structures
There will always be something missing…
But it is Bangalore. It has something of it’s own yet just not quite there.
A long way to go; but’ don’t give up, there is a pure lake somewhere.
Are these changes good enough they asked?
Is my illogical reasoning strong enough they asked?
Enough said and enough shown.
I don’t know when, don’t know how.
But Bangalore became my own town...
