This morning we left at around 8:00 for Mysore. Mysore is a beautiful city about 2 and a half hours driving from Bangalore. (Or at least from Ashwin Mama’s house). We left with the idea of seeing Tippu Sultan’s palace and fort, and Mysore Palace. Again, our ride there was the classic Indian car ride. It was Ashwin Mama driving, his son Utsav and I in the front seat (Utsav was in my lap), and Mom, Nani, Bhavna Mami (Ashwin Mama’s wife), and Stuti in the back seat. When we got there, our first stop was Tippu Sultan’s palace. Now, Tippu Sultan was a great person in Indian history. When the British were invading India in the late 1700’s, he held his ground for a really long time and even captured one of the generals of the British army. But unfortunately the British had better weapons and more manpower in the end, so they eventually captured and killed Tippu Sultan. Now, I think it’s really funny that Tippu’s parents named him Tippu. It’s such a hilarious name! Imagine being a parent and having a kid, and then being like, “I think we’ll name him… TIPPU!!” That somehow doesn’t click so well in my head, but that’s ok… It clicked well enough for his parents. We examined the palace, which was a beautiful structure, with amazing grounds around it. I was amazed at the intricacies of the paintings and the still-bright hue of the colors that were painted there maybe 250 years ago! They survived storms, rain, sun, whatever. Another amazing thing about this palace is that it is entirely made out of wood. Think about that: for 250 years, neither did this wood rot, nor did it burn, or anything. How is this possible? In those days, they used to use certain oils to coat their wood before using it in construction, so that it would not rot and it would not burn. However, this method turned out to be very expensive, so sometime in between then and about 100 years ago they stopped doing that, and therefore we can now see the remains of burnt buildings from less than 100 years ago. But Tippu’s palace remains. In this palace is now a museum, and in the museum they explain that this was actually Tippu’s summer home. What a life this guy had!! The museum also displayed weapons that were actually used in the battles where Tippu held his ground. I was in awe of the fact that the guns and swords displayed there had actually killed people, and the color on them was not due to rust but due to blood. Sickening, right? But I was also compellingly intrigued…
Next we went to Tippu’s fort. This is an amazing area: the entire city is walled, protected by about 50 feet of stone, except for the gates. But each entrance has two gates that you must pass to get into the fort. Once we were inside, we took a drive around to see what it was like. There was a mosque and a temple (interestingly, before the British messed stuff up for India, Muslims and Hindus lived in peace with each other. And before THAT, there were only what are now known as Hindus, but I’ll get into the history of India later) and many other interesting monuments. This included a run-down mini-palace where Tippu used to actually stay, and also the place where Tippu Sultan’s body was found after his death. When we got out of his fort, we went to the place where his whole ancestry was buried. It was interesting, but I cannot place the emotion that I felt at that time. It was a mix between sadness for what happened to Tippu, but at the same time, a kind of awe that his whole legacy had been saved.
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hehe oh varun this is late.... but just reading back over this post and laughing... when i visited uncle and auntie joshi last year this time, their daughter madhavi had just had a baby girl, and we called her chicu ...also a funny name.. AH i miss laughing with you!!! =) stay well
-mary
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