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.

Lucie

Lucie departed on Sunday 26th January

That afternoon we buried her in a lovely field

Today we returned to do 11th day puja to help her spirit find its new home

Then lunch back at home

It’s very sad to lose such a wonderful friend, I miss her—-

—-being at home when I return, going on walks together and just being in my life.

Billet-Doux also misses Lucie

She’s such a famous dog with everyone asking about her.

Important Rituals and fun things.

October update.

We have our fair share of things we do … at Mysore Bed and Breakfast.

Here we commemorate MAnjula and help her spirit find its new body.

Support Kaveri in Manjula’s name and share her sunshine

Go cycling with our guests

Ask the goddess to make our ‘tools’ work for the next year

That’s MAnjula

“There are some people who have sun inside them.
It’s hard to explain.
Their presence just brightens, it’s not about their beautiful smiles.
They have an internal being that sheds light and feels like sun.
It’s a calm energy. Inner peace.
But most importantly; it’s not wanting anything back in return.
It’s sun.”

— Unknown 🎀

As is this …..

We even invented a sun cake.

Asking for help with our tools.

SB came to do Ayudha puja to ask the goddess to look after our tools and help them perform for the next year

Nice sari
Can’t miss out the cycles
Poor radical did feel a bit left out.
Lucie is often not impressed.

Next day is the final event of the annual celebration of the goddess killing the demon, after which our fair city is named!

That’s a stay home and avoid the crowds day.

Gowri-Ganesh-Chaturthi

Each year MAnjula would carefully prepare puja for Ganesh and his mother Gowri

Manjula preparing for puja in 2015 a very significant year, when we got engaged.

Ganesh in 2015 the version on the left was taken to be immersed in the river Kaveri later that week.

This year I was invited to Kaveri’s school to join the celebrations.

Afterwards we did our own thing at home

All thanks to Sowbaghya with help from her assistant.

Next we’ll work out which day we can immerse him in the river.

As per,… doing nothing.
It’s nice ….. really.

Kaveri becoming a sharp English teenager.

… Whatever…

She’s always with us

Who’s taken them?

We have a pomegranate thief.

Just as they ripen on the branch someone comes and steals them.

We don’t believe anyone is taking them from our side of the wall or that it’s anyone that works here or relatives of the owner that live on the roof.

No strangers have entered our property. We do have CCTV.

They are however easily reachable from the neighbours path.

It’s a recurring theme. People help themselves to flowers from the public parks. We’ve challenged people with their discreet plastic bags filling them not least from Manjula’s memorial garden.

This morning, Sowbhaghya came across one of the workers in the park who accosted a little girl who was collecting flowers for Pooja. she shouldn’t.

A lesson for Kaveri to learn.

The day itself.

The third death anniversary of Manjula. We try to do all the right things.

I close the hall (lounge) door behind me as we all leave the house. This is to allow Manjula’s soul spirit to eat. We’ll gently knock on re-entering so she knows to go.
Over the years friends have created a MAnjula memory tree.

Ina the Scottish Australian who became a great friend of ours and especially Manjula calls and arranges to visit later in the year.

Thank you MAnjula for being the all-embracing you, we all miss and cherish you while continuing to feel your presence.

I have another bright idea, I might regret it.

The evening before

Smileys appear on our street.

I’m reminded of how I’d felt the need to protect my broken heart — like this one in a bottle — while looking around me at the images of my beautiful MAnjula which trigger happy joyful memories of our wonderful but short time together.

Tomorrow we’ll share a meal with MAnjula and a few close friends.

It’s that time of year

The big fella is out and about with his mum Gowrie

Later in the week we’ll do the usual puja and a few days later immerse him in the river Kaveri.

I am getting a bit attached although we do already have at least five Ganesh’s in the house plus the two we’re looking after for Steven Heath.

Independence Weekend

I’m meandering locally.

A lovely family round the corner kindly donated some plants for Manjula’s garden. Lucie didn’t want to leave.
Sushi surprise from Sahana’s kitchen

These guys will have bought their flowers but you can begin to realise why people scour the area to nick flowers in the morning.

Today is Independence Day, we also have a flag (Indian) outside our house but without the dashing hero.