Times have changed
Dasara! the festival of 9 days, the bombe habba, the pooja of different avatar of Devi-goddess of power, intelligence and victory, the feast in the mornings, the arati of pattada bombe and bombe baagina the evening of glory!
Truly, the colours of this colourful festival of Mysore makes the locals fill with joy. Times have changed. Dasara exhibition which used to be organised in some spacious buildings is shifted to the dodda kere grounds. Only place is shifted but not the zeal and zest to discover something new in the small and big stalls.
In the zoo, maybe some more cages, space, animals and tram cars are there now but we cannot forget Vali the friendly chimp. Illumination of the palace, some small changes but the same enthralling police band, concerts and the balloon vendors. Lighting in KRS a painful but beautiful memory as parking the vehicle and lot of walking is hard for old and weak people. The serpentine queue and the darshan of godess chamundeshwari atop the hill, so tedious but new arrangements of parking space, the buses plying to and fro the hill and Mysore city bus stand makes ones efforts easy. At our times Karanji and kukkarhalli lakes were the coolest lodges of many types of supernatural powers. But now, one should see these lakes alive with rare and rarest of birds and butterflies.
The hordes of guests visiting us during Dasara is diminishing. But, our memories lit up the dull evenings at home. No child wants to collect bombe baagina, diffent types of snacks made in very tiny shapes(kodbale and kajjaya). Now kids prefer chocolates and last year, one of the kids asked me why can't I serve them small pizzas. Changes are there, they are welcomed by us.Yet a dull vaccum spreads in and around while taking out the dolls from the attic, dusting the dolls and arranging those dolls on the white new cloth. The ten steps of dolls now has shrunken into one step.No problem. We Mysoreans are friendly people and neighbours welcome us to see the dolls arranged in their houses.
A park made by ragi sprouts, the tender green of the growing tiny crops again brings the old and the golden days memories. The ladies of the house ask me to sing some rare kritis. The kids give me bombe baagina with a sort of puzzle in their bright eyes. The cultural scenario is spreading it's horizons and the divine music, dance, dramas, folk arts immerses in its pure authentic clarity. There are a lot of changes yet they are welcomed by us. It's Dasara in Mysore again!
Dasara! the festival of 9 days, the bombe habba, the pooja of different avatar of Devi-goddess of power, intelligence and victory, the feast in the mornings, the arati of pattada bombe and bombe baagina the evening of glory!
Truly, the colours of this colourful festival of Mysore makes the locals fill with joy. Times have changed. Dasara exhibition which used to be organised in some spacious buildings is shifted to the dodda kere grounds. Only place is shifted but not the zeal and zest to discover something new in the small and big stalls.
In the zoo, maybe some more cages, space, animals and tram cars are there now but we cannot forget Vali the friendly chimp. Illumination of the palace, some small changes but the same enthralling police band, concerts and the balloon vendors. Lighting in KRS a painful but beautiful memory as parking the vehicle and lot of walking is hard for old and weak people. The serpentine queue and the darshan of godess chamundeshwari atop the hill, so tedious but new arrangements of parking space, the buses plying to and fro the hill and Mysore city bus stand makes ones efforts easy. At our times Karanji and kukkarhalli lakes were the coolest lodges of many types of supernatural powers. But now, one should see these lakes alive with rare and rarest of birds and butterflies.
The hordes of guests visiting us during Dasara is diminishing. But, our memories lit up the dull evenings at home. No child wants to collect bombe baagina, diffent types of snacks made in very tiny shapes(kodbale and kajjaya). Now kids prefer chocolates and last year, one of the kids asked me why can't I serve them small pizzas. Changes are there, they are welcomed by us.Yet a dull vaccum spreads in and around while taking out the dolls from the attic, dusting the dolls and arranging those dolls on the white new cloth. The ten steps of dolls now has shrunken into one step.No problem. We Mysoreans are friendly people and neighbours welcome us to see the dolls arranged in their houses.
A park made by ragi sprouts, the tender green of the growing tiny crops again brings the old and the golden days memories. The ladies of the house ask me to sing some rare kritis. The kids give me bombe baagina with a sort of puzzle in their bright eyes. The cultural scenario is spreading it's horizons and the divine music, dance, dramas, folk arts immerses in its pure authentic clarity. There are a lot of changes yet they are welcomed by us. It's Dasara in Mysore again!
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