Mysuru

Mysuru Palace.

I felt like throwing up while visiting this place.

If the art kept in the Museums is like animals kept in the Zoo, then Mysuru Palace is a circus. This marks the end of beauty due to intrusion of British dacoits in India, even the flat tasteless garden in front of the palace stands to testify this.

Lady trying to hide her d**k. marks the import of body shame to this land.

Most of the paintings are in wannabe renessaince style on the ceiling and post renessaince on the canvases. Some of them also gratifying the Victoria and Edward of England.

Even the dome on the palace ressembles to that of English cathedrals which would have pleased the British intruders.

Even the staff here matches the notions of this hideous structure. Choro kee rani “the queen of dacoits” would have left a book of atequettes for the monkeys with the rules she left behind.

You will also find the dates and accounted history in every single details which was borrowed by the Wadiyyars from the britains as the kights of the dacoit kingdom. This was never our way of doing things. Institutionalising everything and keeping records. Stamping everything with dates and data.

Tipu Sultan summer Palace.

On the contrary this place can be regarded as one of the last piece of architecture and designs that added to the beauty of this land.

Walls full of miniature paintings.

Decorated with beautiful miniature paintings Tipu’s summer palace offers jaw dropping spectacular experience. Every single inch of this summer palace if decorated and hence there is so much of breathing space where eyes can rest pondering on the delicacy of the designs. This is what Indian miniature have recieved from the islamic rule. The delicate details in the contours of the raw shapes, which has also inspire rambrant in this era.

Beauty single inch.

Gumbaz

Yet another magnificent example of beauty. This is tomb where Tipu Sultan family is buried after they were killed by the British dacoits.

Gumbaz

Many of the material sourced to build this structures are important from middle East, like the black granite from Iran. Makes sense as the merchant community of Nawayat still reside on the shores of Batkal, migrating to India 1000 year ago from Yeman and Turkey. And Tipu’s grandmother was a Nawayant as I learnt from two of the Nawayatis I met in Mysuru.

Persian Black granite pillars set in Indian load bearing style.
The door with golden engravings. Filled with ivory later

Although the material was import the Sultan has made a point to preserve the soul of Indian karagiri Artisanship is in the executive and implementations of the engravings and designs.

There were golden engravings on the doors of this structure. Which were plucked by the dacoits of Britain. The hollow space were filled by the knights of Wadiyyar to may be hide the fact.

The European is awesome and I cannot deny the fact. But the very core if renaissance and European art is to be found in Europe. The Indian versions of it seems to be nothing more than repressing what we have and living in borrowed aspirations of the west. Would you expect to find authentic KolhapurI food anywhere other than Kolhapur? Or an Italian cuisine in India. No.

Night life and fun in Mysuru.

Mysuru is beautiful at night. Being one of the major city on this travel rested well in zostel and met many interesting people. The drive in the city with new mates and endless talks and exchange of thoughts add to the richness of this journey.

Daigo

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Mysuru 5 March 2021

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