the south indian city of bangalore was once a place of gardens and temperate climes. a city of civility and clean air. it exuded the graciousness of obsolete anglo-indian affectation; proffered the pleasant architecture of perceived grandeur; left one unthreatened by bridge playing retirees; and was mostly benign on the seven senses.
but that was then.
hey, hey yeddyurappa*, i wrote you a song
'bout a funny ol' town that's a-comin' along.
seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn,
it looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born.**
*yeddyurappa is the chief minister of the state of which bangalore is the capital city
** apologies to bob dylan & a song to woody
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What was the city like before you left for Wooster? Where do you see it going?
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