I have been in Bangalore 3 times, with some gaps in each visit.
The First time I lived there, I was an intern with nothing to lose. I dreamt to leave Pune and prove that I was worth something. All the other factors did not matter. Lived a frugal life. It was great.
Second time, I lived for 2 years. Including a major chunk of lockdown. Felt like I was living the life. The food was affordable, you could get a meal for 200 easily, no matter what. The places I hung out were affordable, and welcoming. There was no animosity for an outsider, because we were suffering under a common plague. It was worth living there.
The third time was recently for a conference and project, when everything had opened up. And this time I hated it. There was a rush to fleece you from every direction. You felt unwelcome. Good Haunts were there no more. A cake which cost me 400 was now 750-900. It became unaffordable for middle classes, your origin was no bar.
It was not the Bangalore I know.
I understand the anger within original dwellers.
For the people who have lived there for decades, it changed up so fast, it is not the city they know anymore.
So yeah, it became a city of dreams too fast for far too many.
I would not like to go to Bangalore to settle.
It is better to settle down in your home town after working in all major cities to weigh your choices and rid your FOMO.