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. THUMBA CHANNA GIDTHEY SISTER.
super nostalgia for all and more fore me as the passage reminded of my beloved Mom and her maharani college etc. My forefathers and my maternal grandfather said to be were working in the court/palace of Mysore Maharaja.
2.Hence Immense joy in re reading the post as it helped to rewind to my childhood with Mom in 20, Sonar Beethi, Chamraja Mohala Mysore ( where I was delivered at home), Nanchangoodu, Mom immersing me for a bath at kaveri river in sriranga pattinam, famous dilapidated forte of thippu sulthan and nandhi hills near Bangaluru, Hill Temple Chamundeswari on the way to Lalith Mahal during dusk and night with illuminated hill roads and of course my three uncles and three aunts and urugalu and pickle of some root. the chugging locomotive from Mysore and Bangaluru all was very good.
I have expressed my comments also on this thread through my response to comments of your other favourite IL'ites.
Painstaking interest sustaining thread.
Thanks and Regards.
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Wow! You know so much more about Mysore! You recollected so many nostolgic memories! NIMMA COMMENT TUMBA CHENNAGIDE.DHANYAVAADAGALU.

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Ah! It feels so nice that so many are able to identify with that innocent period. By mentioning bruised knees, you brought in yet another set of memories! I was so prone to injuries that I would be sporting always either a bandage or a huge scab!

Thanks a million for all your kind words!
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My brother was more prone to injuries, infact everyday he would come home with a bruised knee or an ankle.... which neither did he mind nor did we... Maybe that was the era, inspite of hurts, we would go about playing with friends....
Everything was simple and if it was difficult mom was always there to help us....
Every open ground, terrace, and whichever space available used to become ohr playing spots

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@GeetaKashyap
My brother was more prone to injuries, infact everyday he would come home with a bruised knee or an ankle.... which neither did he mind nor did we... Maybe that was the era, inspite of hurts, we would go about playing with friends....
Everything was simple and if it was difficult mom was always there to help us....
Every open ground, terrace, and whichever space available used to become ohr playing spots
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Perfectly said! The younger hygiene conscious crowd will be shocked to know how we treated wounds while playing. We would apply a piece of paper or some sand on it and we were ready to play again. At home, parents would wash, dry and apply some ointment or sprikle some turmeric powder or coffee powder.

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@nandinimithun

Perfectly said! The younger hygiene conscious crowd will be shocked to know how we treated wounds while playing. We would apply a piece of paper or some sand on it and we were ready to play again. At home, parents would wash, dry and apply some ointment or sprikle some turmeric powder or coffee powder.
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Haha so true @GeetaKashyap geets...
Mostly it would be the same ointment at all the friend’s place
Yes, turmeric was the answer for many wounds....
We never used to get two toys for me and brother, it was one toy and we were supposed to share and play.... which i think most of the time we did, though we did have our share of quarrels, which now brings a smile on my face....
Fancy dress in school was fun, we used to dress up like police or a freedom fighter....
We were happy with what we wore, never compared ourselves to others....
Life was simple and choices was limited...
Doordarshan channel was fun, especially on Sundays.... miss those days

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Wow! You know so much more about Mysore! You recollected so many nostolgic memories! NIMMA COMMENT TUMBA CHENNAGIDE.DHANYAVAADAGALU.
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Higher caps thanks in Kasturi Kannada relished.

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Haha so true @GeetaKashyap geets...
Mostly it would be the same ointment at all the friend’s place
Yes, turmeric was the answer for many wounds....
We never used to get two toys for me and brother, it was one toy and we were supposed to share and play.... which i think most of the time we did, though we did have our share of quarrels, which now brings a smile on my face....
Fancy dress in school was fun, we used to dress up like police or a freedom fighter....
We were happy with what we wore, never compared ourselves to others....
Life was simple and choices was limited...
Doordarshan channel was fun, especially on Sundays.... miss those days
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@nandinimithun,

Feel free to address me as Geets, it is fine.
We have a lot in common.

Doordarshan and our craze for TV! I remember waiting for OLIYUM OLIYUM for film songs! (In the beginning the relay used to be from Madras) And waking up early on Sundays to catch Hindi film songs! Was it Chitrahaar? Watching anything and everything Doordarshan dished out!!! Haha.. Now I don't even watch TV!

Nandini, write about these memories, it will be fun.

And thanks a lot dear for nominating me for FP.

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@nandinimithun,

Feel free to address me as Geets, it is fine.
We have a lot in common.

Doordarshan and our craze for TV! I remember waiting for OLIYUM OLIYUM for film songs! (In the beginning the relay used to be from Madras) And waking up early on Sundays to catch Hindi film songs! Was it Chitrahaar? Watching anything and everything Doordarshan dished out!!! Haha.. Now I don't even watch TV!

Nandini, write about these memories, it will be fun.

And thanks a lot dear for nominating me for FP.
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Yay thanks geets... yes we sure seem to have lot in common
Yes Sundays was fundays, even the advertisements were good... they had some kind of an emotional touch to them....
Chandrakanta, surabhi, regional movie all these were part of our Sunday...
Ya right i think it was chitrahaar, hindi songs....
On Sundays we used to wait for the regional movies, because it was in alphabetical order....
Mom would prepare special food on sunday, and it was aptly a fun day... with yumm food, good time....
How can i miss the joy of writing letters to cousins, staying in different cities... the excitement of writing, posting, and finally waiting for a reply....

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Geets,
You dont have to thank me for nominating your post, it deserves it dearie....
Am sure those who have nominated your post will agree with me....
Keep writing dearie

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Thanks for visiting three of my posts on a go and liking it. Pl. visit my first post, The Kobbari Mithai... , I have provided the link. The Kobbari Mithai My Mother Made

Regards,
Geeta

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End of a 400-year-old curse with the birth of a child in the royal family of Mysore triggered an innocent but a funny childhood memory of mine.

My childhood is from the pre-television period when our lives were leisurely and hassle-free; we as children enjoyed unadulterated childhood and our parents, as adults, spent a lot of quality time with us. When we were little children, we grew up on a heavy dose of mythological movies, stories from the Chandamama magazine and our daily story sessions with the grandmother and parents. To us, God looked like N T Rama Rao and kings looked like N T Rama Rao and Rajkumar!

My father would often tell us anecdotes from his adventurous childhood or his own made-up stories. One story I remember very well was a serial titled, "The Bittergourd (design) Necklace"! Would you believe, every evening we would wait for that wonderful time after dinner when he would regale us with that never-ending story? (Was the concept of today’s never-ending TV serials hacked from here? ) He would purposely delay the session to increase our curiosity; he would then ask us some questions about the older episodes and the point at which the previous episode was stopped! Once we satisfied all his queries, while chewing paan, he would regale us with the next episode! This particular story had the king, queen, intelligent ministers, wicked ministers, troublesome relatives, giants, monsters and also plenty of weird characters like the one-eyed giant, tallest man, thumb-sized man, Feather-light princess and so on. Huh! Just like the present day’s Harry Potter or The Lord of the rings! My elder sister, who is older to me by a year and a half, would also tell me stories she learnt at school. I remember her telling me the famous story, Kabuliwala. Now you can very well imagine how I lived then, in a fantasy world.

When I was six and a half, my younger sister was born. To give some hassle-free time to mom, my father used to take us for long walks in the evenings and during such walks, he introduced us to the KA language i.e., adding KA between every sound of the word we spoke! Like, Geeta would be KA Gee KA Ta. We had become experts in this secret language in a matter of few days.

I was seven when mom & dad planned a three or four day trip to Mysore. Before the trip, they had told us a lot about Mysore and its (titular) King Jayachamarajendra Wadiyar. Having heard of the grandeur of Mysore Palace, the grace of the king, Brindavan gardens and the zoo, our excitement and anticipation knew no bounds. The storybooks that were read to us always highlighted the prosperity of the bygone era as, “During XYZ’s reign, precious stones and jewels were sold on the footpath, along with exquisite silks and other expensive artefacts.” I innocently believed these things, in toto and I had quietly planned to buy some jewellery and silks of the ancient times, in Mysore, the king's city!

We travelled by train to Mysore; that was a new experience for us! I clearly remember many moments of this journey. My parents were busy through the journey with my younger sister who needed regular milk, change of clothes and so on, as diapers were unheard of in those days! To keep my elder sister and me engaged, my father had invented a few methods! Our KA language skill was fully utilized during the journey! As it is we sisters would endlessly chat in the KA language and dad prompted us to tell stories to each other in that language. The competitive spirits made us rattle in that new secret language endlessly attracting the amused looks of our co-passengers who failed to understand or comprehend our excited chatter! When I heard the Kilikili lingo in Bahubali 1, I was reminded of the KA language we spoke as kids! My father had also coined a catchy slogan to match with the rhythmic sounds of the train and had told us to repeat it looking at the tracks! What a way to keep the children engaged! Today's children are smarter and would frown at such mindless activities, but to us, it was fun as we belonged to an innocent age.

During the journey, we were ravenous, demanding snacks constantly. Our parents had carried plenty of fruits and snacks to keep us satiated through the journey. The best part of the journey was the food our mother had packed; poori, potato-onion curry and Mosaranna.(seasoned curd rice) I can still recall its flavour and taste, and the way we had relished every morsel of it!

At last, we reached our dream destination, Mysore.

I was hugely disappointed, the moment we landed in Mysore. I saw that the roads and footpaths in Mysore looked exactly like the ones in Bangalore! Plain mud and sand footpaths! Where were the fabled street-side stalls selling the precious jewellery? My fantasy world had crashed and I remember expressing my utter displeasure with uncontrolled flow of tears and I bawled aloud refusing to move a step ahead! I remember well how my father had pacified me in his inimitable style by showing the horse carriages (there were plenty of them in those days) and asking me to count the number of carriages that passed by. He also motivated me to stay alert to spot the king’s chariot which could pass by, anytime!

Soon I got diverted by the beautiful sights and sounds of Mysore. We visited the majestic palace (minus the elusive royals!), the colourful and mesmerising musical fountains at the Brindavan gardens, the serpentine road to the Chamundi hills (Dad had bought fancy pens and bangles for us here) and the zoo. I was seeing the tiger, giraffe, white peacock and the chimpanzees for the first time at the Zoo. I got to shake hands with a baby chimp which was riding a tricycle! What a memorable moment that was!We later visited the Devaraja vegetable market, where I got to see big capsicums and lots of other vegetables! I have faint memories of this place. It was yet another first experience of visiting a huge market.

Well, once the main attractions were seen and experienced, the disappointment of not finding the jewellery and the precious stones on the roadside stalls remained and not getting to meet the charismatic royals made it worst! I couldn’t recover from that disappointment.

Since my imaginary bubble had burst, I lost total interest in the rest of our sightseeing visits to Nanjanagudu and other places. I wonder how I must have dragged myself through the rest of my journey with a broken heart! I can’t recall the return journey even a bit. I guess I was too disillusioned to remember anything further.

To this day, I remember all the sights and sounds of Mysore very clearly only up to our visit to the Zoo and after that, it is a total blank!

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What a wonderful narration! Those days of innocent enjoyment, a relatively leisurely life-style, travels with the family and the fancy stories told by parents and other elders .....

The pen is indeed mightier than the sword. So too stories imagined vividly in the mind have a way of painting different images in different minds. No wonder you found the Mysore of your dreams and the real Mysore poles apart. I was equally disappointed when I visited the Taj (I am sure people must think I am mad) but the image I had in mind and the yellowed marble which I saw truly had nothing in common. Nor was the dirty stream flowing behind anything like the Yamuna of my imagination. The same disappointment awaited me when I visited the Eiffel Tower. Similarly, the Britain painted in my mind by Enid Blyton, PGW and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle bore no resemblance to the UK I visited, nor was the English in London anything like the language they wrote.

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