Bengaluru and beyond
Mandira Ghosh
Monkey talk
The State of Karnataka or the earlier state of
Mysore is amazing. I took a break from my routine
and went on a trip to Bengaluru or Bangalore ,
Mysuru or Mysore and Kudagu or Coorg and
found the journey enlightening. Not only I got was
saved from the infamous Delhi heat but also I
discovered a lot about the past and present India. Indeed
Bengaluru, the Silicon Valley of India can be described as the
most happening place in the country. Karnataka is bordered
by the Arabian Sea to the west, Goa to the northwest,
Maharashtra to the north, Telangana to the northeast,
Andhra Pradesh to the east, Tamil Nadu to the southeast,
and Kerala to the southwest. We took the route from
Bangalore, reached Mysore and then got to Tala Cauvery or
Kaveri in Coorg or Kudago not far from the Kerala border.
India has so much to offer.It takes two hours and a half to
reach from Indira Gandhi International Airport, New Delhi, to
Kempe Gowda International Airport, Bengaluru, the most
happening place in modern India. I took five days to
complete a tour to the above mentioned places of Karnataka.
Karnataka was home to powerful empires and in medieval
and ancient India. As a lover of literature, poetry and
philosophy.
I am delighted to know about the philosophers and bards
who launched socio-religious and literary movements that
endure till today.
After the take off of the flight from Indira Gandhi
International Airport, Delhi I found myself enjoying, writing
and having a picnic at a height of 40,000 feet. There were
just two air-hostesses on the flight and they were running
around and attending to all the passengers.
As I watched the runway with artificial magnificent lights
all over, the evening had everything one could aspire for. The
air hostess arrived with cups of hot coffee.Aroma of that I
finally smelt in Coorg, among the coffee plantations in the
mountains of Western Ghats.
Outside is dark
Moon ceases to exist
I am on my way to Bengaluru
Flight is awesome
Here radical lights work for me Not the galaxy
Looking for the milky way
Not to be seen...
Flight is full of youngsters
Some must be taking the first
flight
I have taken the window seat
The sky, its emptiness is touching
and also not touching me
I am not in an astral state
Still can fly with my physical body
Before Nagpur the plane flew over Bhopal, the pilot
informed the passengers.
I am on my way to near Marathahalli, in Bangalore and on
my last visit picked up many Kannada words. On my way to
the most happening city in the country
This generation xyz is amazing. We reached home at
Kaduveshanahalli at midnight. Night sight from the airport to
the city is awesome.
Now it's morning. The Bangalore sky is overcast It may
rain anytime Constructions are coming everywhere I am told
the place was a jungle a few years ago, this in a nutshell is the
state of the amazing Bengaluru.
People here are honest and I born in Kolkata, brought up
in New Delhi, can connect north to the south.I am capable.
Way back in 1979 , I visited Bangalore by KK or Kerala
Karnataka Express. ""Those were the days my friend because
that never end, we sang and dance for ever and again.
Magical days and years of the late seventies and eighties are
over. That was a different India and this is different. That was
Banglaore-the garden city and now I have arrived at the
Silicon Valley of India. The coconut trees of the past have given way to multi storeys and more multistoreys.
My piece on Bengaluru or Bangalore is beyond google
search. For someone who vividly remembers
Banglaore, the garden city of 1979, the present sight is
painful. Area near the Lalbagh was lush green and now due
to the presence of overpowering tourists, the area around is
a near market place. Still , the lake, the birds, the aquatic
birds, the sunset, rays through the leaves on the jheel, is a
thing of beauty that is a joy for ever.
When I visited Bangalore in 1979, that seems to me ages
ago, my parents were living. As a young girl, who had just
completed postgraduation in English, the world was full of
hope recently.
My parents, embedded in me, the germ of knowing
historical facts of the city and when after nearly forty years, I
landed in Kempe Gowda Airport, in 2017, very frankly I didn't
know who he was. I knew about the bloody battle between
Tipu Sultan and the British. Living in New Delhi, for all my life,
my sense of history was restricted to Moghul, British, Indian
National Congress and now of the overpowering BJP. Indian
history is not at all linear. When the huge Mural of Tipu
Sultan's forces fighting the British, could be watched in
Srirangapattem while going to Mysuru from Bangalore, I was
most delighted.Then the real battle of knowing and realising
the city began. But every time I did my research, and tried to
write on the city as an outsider, my past memories of looking
at the beauty of the city of lakes and tanks overpowered me.
Finally I borrowed, a very fine book, Multiple City, writings
on Bangalore edited by Aditi De and another titled The
Promise of the Metropolis: Bangalore's Twentieth Century,
from India International Centre Library and began
discovering the city in mind. Mind you, I had visited
Bengaluru already four times in my life and frankly I don't
mind spending a great part of my remaining life there. am
primarily a poet and look at the world through the eyes, mind
and heart of a poet.
Every city has a smell of its own. City's of Karnataka gets a
unique smell - a mixture of sandalwood, incense
sticks,turmeric, kumkum and coconut oil- now Bangalore
gets the smell of imported perfumes,- names I am not
familiar with and also of liquor, which I abhor. But as I walked
on the street of Kadubesanalli, I can smell a strange smell.
Halli in Kannada is probable meant for villages and uru for
the place or land.. as the urban land takes over the rural or
the rural lands are taken over by the urban... Halli and uru
get mixes somewhere..as the coconut trees of hallis are
taken over, transformed into multi-storeys.
Girls and boys from the places all over India, have
thronged here. Some I hear, hasve four appointment letters
in their jean's pockets. They resign from a company and join
some other and go on flat hunting sprees.
I admire this city. This city has developed beyond
boundaries, transcended, region, caste, sex and religion.
Mayo Hall, Bangalore
Every city has also a distinct history. To understand
Bangalore's history, I headed towards Kempe Gowda
Museum situated in Mayo Hall on MG Road and was established in 2011. The museum is dedicated to Kempe
Gowda, the Yelahanka Chieftain who founded the city of
Bangalore.
Mayo Hall, built by Lord Mayo, the Viceroy and Governor
General of India who was assassinated in Port Blair, is a
beautiful two-storey structure and stands on MG Road. It
now houses
the various
departments
of BMP or
B a n g a l o r e
Mahanager
Palike.
Kempe
G o w d a
originally built
a mud fort in
1537 which
was converted
into stone by Haider Ali. This is located in the city market. This
fort is a witness to the struggle of the Mysore Emperor
against the British.
Bangalore was under the rule of Adil Shah in 17th
century, followed by Mughals and then the Wodeyars of
Mysore. Under the British rule it began transforming into a
modern city.
In the heart of the Palace Gardens, is situated Bangalore
Palace. On both the occasions during my visit I experienced
the rains. A wedding celebrations was to happen and the
rains nearly spoilt it.
It is said that the palace was inspired by the Windsor
Castle of London and King Chamaraja Wodeyar built the
Palace. Presently the area is Vasanth Nagar.
I have also been to Tipu Sultan's summer palace both in
Bangalore and also in Seerangapattam on our way to Mysuru
by road. In Bangalore, the palace is with the Bangalore fort
and dates back to 1790.
We passed through MG Road and every body does. When
you are in Bangalore, the past and present are taken very
carefully and very delicately and then you find yourself
soaking both in past and ultra future.
Talking of future, the Electronic City is sure to become
another happening place in the city. Bangalore is after all
India's largest exporter of Information Technology or IT.
Over 40 % of India's startups are based in this city making it
the fourth largest technology industry cluster in the whole
wide world, after the original Silicon Valley, Boston and
London.
The very first day in Bangalore on the 16th June, this time
I had the total experience of the city the disappearing greens
that is alarming the lakes that are turning in dirt and then
catching fire to be caught in traffic in rain is another
experience and then my visit to the Bangalore city palace and
then to the unparalleled ISKON temple and then from the
meandering city roads and lanes back home.
We were fortunate to havea Darshan of Shri Radha and Krishna at 4.15 pm when the temple door opened and
received VIP treatment by the priests.
Panathur road in the outskirts of Bangalore is quite a
place on the surface of the earth where from morning
till night restaurants are wide open to welcome the smart
new generation Indian grand kids working at JP Morgan and
other offices near by.
Here in a corner of Vishnu grand restaurant, a woman is
seen writing on Bangalore indeed quite a scene on the earth
from the morning till night she can be seen working on her
project on Bengaluru and Mysore the most happening places
on the surface of the earth
Mysuru
We reached Mysuru from Bangalore in the afternoon and
went straight to the magnificent Mysore palace on Father's
Day or on the day of finals between India and Pakistan
which by now everyone knows that of Pakistan's victory and
Indian's humiliating defeat.The residents of the cleanest city
of the nation were sad and thus was I.
Checked in at Radison Blue not very far from the palace
adjacent to the Mysore mall, majestic and glamorous.
The name Mysore is from Mahishuru or the abode of
Mahisha or Buffalo-a mythical demon who could take the
forms of a buffalo and human. He was killed by goddess
Chamundeshwari whose temple lies among the greens of
Chamundi hills. A statue of the demon can be seen in front
of the temple--a perfect demon.
The site where the Mysore palace now exists was a village
named Puragere. Initially the city known as Mahishuru.
Governed by Wodeyar family, earlier the Mysore Kingdom
was a vassal state of the Vijayanagar empire.After the Battle
of Talikota, the kingdom achieved independence in 1565.
It became a sovereign state when King Narasaraja
Wodeyar was in power.
Chamundeshwari Temple
Gopura
Seringapatam or Srirangapatna where we say Tipu
Sultan's now serene palace, was the capital of the
kingdom from 1610 and the capital was moved to Mysore in
1799 after death of Tipu Sultan in the Fourth-Anglo- Mysore
war. Mysore palace
was well lit in her
Sunday best at
night. It was
indeed an
e x p e r i e n c e .
Indeed an
experience to
watch the sound
and light show with
m a g n i f i c e n t
Carnatic music in the air, moon light overshadowing by the
artificial lights, attendants from the bygone era, princesses
and the queens and above all highly cultured Wodiyar prin
ces and kings with their aristrocatic lifestyle delighted all.
As I was approaching Mysuru, I could witness the placards mentioning Roads to Prosperity-Indeed Mysore is a
prosperous, intellectual and a cultured city.
At the palace, I was overwhelmed to find Palki or the
palanquin of the queens, and the princesses, Silver throne
Raja Ravi Verma's original paintings and exquisite jewellery
boxes(minus jewellery) , Tanjore paintings among other
dignified things
Reached in the morning to powerful Chamundeswari hills
and worshipped Goddss Chamundeswari.
From Chamundeswari temple we went to Coorg(Kodagu)
and checked at club Mahindra Resort. Visited Nisargadhama
near Coorg,
Also visited Abby waterfall, Omkareshwara temple,
Rajaseat Garden, Bhagamandala(established in 1890 by the
Raja of Coorg. Rishi Bhrigu founded Lord Shiva Temple in
front of the confluence of Triveni sangam comprising
Cauvery and two other rivers.
Travelling through the western ghats is like commuting in
the heavens, navigating through unrecognized flora and
fauna, tributaries of the Cauvery or Kaveri river meandering,
we wanted to watch its origin. The car through the forests
navigating for two and a half days took us to tala Kaveri the
origin of the river where the water is clear and the western
ghats are azure. As I followed the south, I came to know
about the two main river systems of the state as the Krishna
and its tributaries, the Bhima,Ghataprabha, Vedavathi,
Malaprabha, and Tungabhadra, in the north, and the Kaveri
and its tributaries, the Hemavati, Shimsha,Arkavati,
Lakshmana Thirtha and Kabini, in the south. Most of these
rivers flow out of Karnataka eastward into the Bay of Bengal.
Experiencing the screech, the hoot, the squeak, sound of
crickets everywhere and all insects of the world which
we ignore among unbearable greens, beautiful falls, roaming
nilgai of coorg in the mountain region among coconut trees
and coffee plantations, we reached a very foggy and
wondrous Tala Kaveri from where the Cauvery river
originates and then worshipped the mother.
Agastya muni installed the Shiva linga at the Tala Kaveri
temple is constructed above the river flow and collected in a
pond or tala.
It is 1276 ft above the sea level
And at that height I realized Lord Shiva's jata as the forests
and a magnificent river surviving us and our consciousness
as Shiva and the nature as Shakti.
This realization I had in Haridwar near Lakshman jhula
or bridge in Rishikesh where I worshipped the mother
Ganges and then at Nasik Tyembakeshwar where I
worshipped goddess Godavari.
Indeed Shiva as supreme consciousness and Shakti as
the magnificent nature unites and results in this magnificent
creation.
The realization at the Talakaveri created a complete visit.
and transformed me.
Mandira Ghosh is a poet and author of eminence.
She has published and edited twelve books