ಮೈಸೂರು ದಸರಾ ಎಷ್ಟೊಂದು ಸುಂದರ......

 Ten days of grandeur. These ten days the mysore is at its peak of every activity. The entire city gets make over. Anywhere you look there are glittering buildings with lights all over. I was too mesmerized and regretted a little for the fact that after three years of my stay in mysore I have come. I didn’t brood too much about how much I have lost by not attending last two years of dasara celebration. The feeling would have been suicidal. The palace looked like dulhan and iam sure there is no match for this scenery. Years of grandeur and pomp coming alive in front of your eyes. You will feel that you are lost in a sea of faces. Palace- the majestic edifice standing with all authority telling stories of struggle, victory, celebration, gratitude and pomp of the past.

 

People from all different walks of life from all across the country come to witness this ten days of eye catching celebration. It brings about all the relatives spread apart together at his season of this year.

One can see DD urs road, 100 feet road, suburb bus stand road, Irwin road and all the major roads drenched in the golden yellow lights given out by the serial lightings. These lightings looks as though an enormous roof whose ceiling is full of lights. No one can miss the makeover and the repair work happening on almost curb and the pavements around the city centre. There is so much happening around in these ten days, one will definitely feel a need of a time teaser(for novice who don’t know what it is, it’s an abstract hypothetical electronic machine which can freeze time at ones will and wish)

                              

    

 If you ever lose your friend in the crowd and if both of you don’t have cellphones then I must say God help you!!!

You wont just find a family but can spot an entire family tree from the grand parents to their grand children, kith and kin.

It’s a saga which comes year after year with its news spreading far and wider than the previous year.

I cannot recall any other instance where I have spotted so many people in one place.

The one word which comes to your mind when you hear dasara is GRAND.

You can see parents having lifted their restrictions on their expenditure and buying theirs kids everything their little fingers and greedy innocent eyes point at. The men become the king of the family proudly making way and guarding the family at his back. Women showing off their their new collection of jewellery and best of the sarees in their collection and at the same time keeping a close watch on her kids. Boys trying to spot the most pretty girl I the crowd to comment on. The girls apparently looking bugged, irritated by th piercing glances of the bystanders and enjoying the company of their entourage.

One can see almost every traffic rule evaded. Especially the rule: a two wheeler should carry only two passengers. During dasara there will be minimum three. I spotted a family of four on a splendor piercing its way through the traffic.

I guess its during dasara the police and the NCC gets exercised the most, more the rest of the year put together. A local mysorian can see barricades and road dividers to have appeared from nowhere.

I thank those police and the NCC cadets for the arduous task they carry out.

Iam sure almost every hotelier and businessmen in the city everyday will smile his way to the bank. Reason-  swelled up pockets.

The entire city lives as though it lived the rest of the year just to witness these ten days.