Me and Mysore

Mysore, according to me, is the heaven on earth. Everything about it is so special. Almost everything that happened during my 2 years of my stay in Mysore is a memorable event. I go nostalgic whenever I think of Mysore.
Any city will be more appealing if we like the people of that place. Mysoreans, according to me, are very hospitable. Though I was staying away from home, I never felt that way. Even now, if I find any mysorean, they are the same. They become my friend very easily(or I become their friend easily?).

As I said before, every moment is special. Trying to list down some of them which may seem very silly but still that nostalgia comes up when I think of them. Some incidents, I just remember I laugh at them.
I cant forget the daily routine of going to school with my best friend on bicycle from shankar matt road, in front of Banumayya’s college and then finally our school which was called the treasury of Ranks(ryankugala kanaja as it was called in newspapers).

Sanskrit class taught by NRM, was a combination of fun and studies. Sanskrit grammer is considered to be tough, but I still remember some grammer through his jokes.
Our science teacher with his ultimate scoldings in kannada is still unforgettable.
Each one of them had their own style…and I still remember most of it.
Those special coaching classes for 10th class students during summer vacation had left me worried..cos I was not a part of those classes L. My determination after that.. Pinning that first rank badge to my shirt with pride.. giving a sort of look to the people who turned to look at my badge …hahaha… what a fun.. !!
When I participated in handwriting competition, don’t know what happened, it was so bad(I actually got appreciation from my teachers in regular classes), I dint know that I also could write so badly(competition nalle hange aagbeka?).
The churmuri gaadi outside school….hmmmm..if I remember, even now my mouth starts watering..what a taste it had man!! Never found that taste anywhere till now..
My friend had this weird belief that if we see only one crow it is not a good sign. So we used to search for another crow if at all we saw a single crow. If we were unable to find, there was a guy in our class who was mischievous, notorious(that’s what we thought) and a bit dark. We consoled ourselves by seeing him.. :D..
Usually on Saturday we never went home directly. Go on a round trip on our cycles and then reach home by lunch time. On one such Saturday, my cycle(with me) had an accident with a kinetic Honda in ramakrishna circle. Funniest thing was, the cycle owner didn’t have the slightest injury, but sadly that Kinetic Honda owner was hurt and the cycle was damaged with most of the spokes broken. There was a huge crowd with traffic police also in the crowd. All sympathy towards the cycle owner though KH owner was hurt.. :P… heheeh..funny..
My Deepavali celebration at my friend’s home is one more thing I cant forget.
No Mysorean has hurt me till now..or is it that I haven’t come across any such people?
When I went for a trip to Mysore during my engineering days, I was soooo nostalgic that I became speechless for a while..i was very involved in associating my memories with each and every place I was seeing from the window. My college friends were very annoyed at my silence all of a sudden!!!

Call it whatever, nostalgia or nonsense, I like anything that is associated with Mysore like Mysore pak, Mysoru Mallige, Mysore Ananthswami , K.S Narsimhaswamy(for mysore mallige kavana sankalana), Mysore Silk Mysuru Dasara, Mysuru Aramane, Mysuru people everything..

There are lots and lots of things to write about my experience in Mysore. But I think it is enough here.