Bang-hicc-lore! yeah!

I don't know what it is that made me go
So tizzy, the lack of food, sleep or too much alcohol
But I'm still reeling in the effects of this
One place called Bengaluru to which
I dedicate this valiant attempt to write
In the shadows of Mr. Dham who cried!
Now THAT I know, for sure, was caused
By too much alcohol and Jeet's bawl
And then Rusheel jumped into the fray
Afraid to be left out and sent off astray
With a mighty sigh and a boiling brain
Ateet and I set off to them restrain
And the next night I had my moment of high
In none but Ateet's arms, oh lord why?!
And interspersed in these bouts of joy
Came the learning tracts at ISRO ahoy!
And obviously we had each portfolios a many
None that shall sell for over a penny
But the one thing that sealed the mirth
Were the train rides both back and forth
With those sleepless nights of playing games
Mafia and cards and those bloody charades
Catching the sunrise from the moving beast
And the countless theplas, oh what a feast!
Then with broken backs and voices sore
We alighted at Dadar to groans galore
But with a happy smile and memories a many
To lighten our lives on a rainy day any!