The Karnataka State Cricket Association Stadium, as it once was known, is no easier on the tongue than the place it became, the M Chinnaswamy Stadium, which was named after the fellow who served the KSCA for four decades and who reigned as president of the BCCI from 1977 to 1980. The world is a very different place today but one doubts the noise in the ground would have been much different then from the splendid cacophony that rang out upon the fall of each Australian wicket on Tuesday afternoon. I wasn't there but I could hear it, and sort of smell it too. Bengaluru might be the "Garden city" but alongside the jasmine and frangipani, cordite, cow-dung, smoke and curry linger in the air, much as they do in each of India's vastly different but equalling humbling major cities. With it comes the taste of a new India, a nation that will not lie down.