Mysore's an eyesore.

Alright,
not quite.

Eyesore's for
the bored.
Else it's a city
of lore.

My city, of all cities.
That will remain my own
for few will claim it.

Shuttling between various
towns, in trains that carry us,
these vacations keep me
actually hoping to see my city.

Chennai, it was first, where I met
dear Kommie. Was a day, so didn't fret.
Bangalore, next. And fulfilled some duty.
But came back home with a grin all toothy.

Goa, the holiday spot - the bitch was
at the beach. And two days did pass.
Karwar, next. Memories were made.
Stopping at B'lore now. "Home!", I cry, all said,
and done.

But why and what I do there, I have not explained.

• Traverse forgotten public parks and play on the swings and the see-saw and slide.
• Dig up random numbers on the phone and meet with so many homies who're still home. And get them to buy me lunch or coffee. Oft unsuccessful, but trying's always good, nevertheless.
  
• Sit in the darkness of my house all day and either listen to blaring music on those distortive, old speakers and gallop across random sites on the Internet with dear old StumbleUpon, or, in our huge hall on the couch, read the newspaper, get a friend to come and sit with me while we munch away the snacks in the big red box and watch TeeVee (I still say that) and complain about moronic politicians and stinking filmstars.
  
• Go to Planet X, drink beer, play air hockey. Does one need more to life?
  
• When parents are around, moolah ain't much of an issue. That's one thing I love about Mysore. No budgetary worries. Width worries are due, though. At the hip ain't hip.

Addendum: I need to find topics I can work on for an Economics project that must have
to do with a legal perspective upon it. Any websites or links or any such help
of the kind will be so appreciated you'll be sorry you're just an Internet friend
of mine who cannot actually get the better of the me in flesh-and-blood and
receive an embrace in gratitude and more.