ayudha puja

It’s the ninth day of the ten day Dasara festival, the biggest event in Mysore’s calendar.

Today we follow a hallowed tradition of asking the goddess to bless our weapons for battles over the next year.

Nowadays we put forward our tools, mainly our vehicles.

So after a fair amount of faffing about (careful preparation) we do the required Pūjā.

We had a team of two knowledgeables namely Sowbhagya and Kaveri.

The ‘has-been’ well he’s always been a spare part.

Three times mate.

But I’m — Not the only one getting lost.

Complete with lime for squashing as we drive off into the sun.

Big surprise today. The red peril, her highness ‘the radical’ enjoyed her first flyover.

Ayudhapuja!

It’s the one day of the year when we wash our cars, cycles, motorbikes and tools, to then ask the Gods to bless them. Originally a Pooja for our weapons!

Lucie checks they’re doing it properly at the local hotel.

It’s the penultimate day of our big annual festival (Dasra or Dusshera). Commemorating the goddess Chamundeshwari (lives on the hill behind our house), killing the demon, after which Mysore is named.

Sowbhagyhya has already instructed me to wash my Enfield, Ambassador and Specialized. She’s now done the full on Pooja.

Lucie, probably because there’s a sliver of MAnjula in her, has to check things over, again.
The family downstairs doing Puja for their transport. Meanwhile Lucie and the puppy try to co-exist, moderately successfully.
It’s over a year since MAnjula escaped to a new life so we can do Pooja’s.

we say Happy Ayudhapuja!