There were no scriptures in sight at the cricket, let alone beer, so I headed off in search of pancakes, or masala dosas as they are called here.
I'd best stop talking about the food or I will never stop.
(Although MTR is renowned amongst Bangaloreans, or Bangers as I call them, and is the place to wrap your lips around them)
Then after a leisurely stroll through the botanical gardens I made my way to the Bull Temple.
There is a 500-year-old bull carved out of one piece of stone which would be about 2m by 5m by 2m.
Very impressive, but alas no scriptures.
But I did find out that Habharjan Singh, aka the "Turbanator", or "Bhajji" as they call him here, is once again in trouble.
The Sikh clergy are not happy with his recent appearance on one of those celebrity dancing shows that the proletariat seem so enthralled with.
Here Bhajji dressed up as Ravana, a demon king, and danced with Sita, the wife of Rama, who was a legendary king.
Thus he portrayed the devil dancing with the king's wife, which has Rasputinesque undertones.
Hence, he is in hot water.
It seems many Australian cricket fans aren't the only ones who are not pleased with this young spinner's behaviour.
So I guess I can count out ransacking his residence for the holy scriptures...