Bangalore Blues? or Rules?

There has been a nagging voice inside my head. It reminds me ever so often that I have changed - become a mature person, sensible and rational (could this be b'caz I have someone much younger working under me?). Of course, people are still in doubt these qualities could come to nestle in me, but I can certainly see the shift.
And at this glorious occassion, I would like to thank... Bangalore city which has played a non-silent and major role. From the day I first came to city, all I have done is crib about Bangalore, and left no opportunity to weigh it down against B'bay. The inference each time 'this would never happen in B'bay', or 'you don't get such basic things in B'lore?' Of course, I could have returned back to B'bay (in fact, I did so for 6 months) and no one would bat an eyelid, or tag it as a rash decision.
I love B'bay, the humidity, open sea, gusts of salted spray, vada pav, local trains, BEST buses, clubbing, Page 3 parties, celebrity-spotting...
But I like B'lore too! This city embraced me when I came here without kith or kin; befriended me when I had no one to call a friend; smiled at me warmly when I was afraid of being felt up; it is now my comfort zone.
I feel like I am betraying B'bay, but I find no reason to even think of returning to B'bay, especially when looking at a place to live long-term. B'lore has a ridiculous 11.30pm deadline for pubs & restaurants, but I also finish work by 7pm (unlike 10.30pm in B'bay). The auto fares are higher, and the drivers blatant cheats, but I can choose to live a 2-minute stroll from office (unlike the humongous fare I shelled out to avoid the rush hour trains). I miss vada pav and Neera at the platform, but I can go home for freshly cooked lunch everyday...