1. Tipu Sultan
Tipu Sultan, the ‘Tiger’ of Mysore,
Was a constant thorn in England’s side for sure;
He led a people who, though filthy poor,
Could nonetheless engage in heavy war!
The British were determined that the Raj
Would be the power, and with them in charge;
Tipu disputed this and fought with style,
For 20 years he fought with grit and guile;
He kept a bunch of tigers out the back,
In case he got to use them in attack.
But Wellington broke through in ’99
And, despite his French allies, a fast decline
Was the end of Tipu Sultan and his plans.
His dreams, like water, faded in the sands.
They call it the ‘garden city’
It isn’t that no more!
They call in Bengaluru,
It used to be Bangalore!
Stinkin’, stonkin’ traffic
Cycles by the score.
I wonder how many died here
In those Raj-rich days of yore?
Dysentry, typhoid, prickly-heat
Would have carried off more
Than now; we take the jabs
And don’t drink the water –
Some of us take malaria tabs
The rest of us probably oughta.
( misquoting of Julius Caesar)
I came, Mysore. I’m conquered.