This was my first experience inside a Hindu Temple, so I was completely out of my element. Fortunately, it was easy enough to follow the crowd through the procedure. (As opposed to the multi-deity temples where many disparate and complex practices may be being carried out at once.) First, one leaves one’s shoes outside, as one would at a Buddhist temple. One then walks down a corridor toward the bull. When one gets to the front of the bull, one turns to one’s left and circles the bull in a clockwise fashion, passing by a Hindu priest. There is a Hindu priest at both the head and the tail end of the idol. There’s an opportunity to make a monetary offering at both. When one gets back around to the front, the priest puts a tilaka mark on one’s forehead with bright red tikka powder. This is made in the same place one sees Hindu women wearing bindi ornamentation.
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7 Perqs of Life in India
1.) Vegetarian restaurants: While I’m not of the vegetarian persuasion, my wife is. This can make finding a mutually acceptable restaurant a pain. However, it’s vastly easier to pick a restaurant in India. Except for the very rare American-style steak house, she can eat anywhere and the menu will be at least half vegetarian.
In Atlanta, I’d estimate that she could eat healthily and well in about one in five restaurants. American Southern cooking doesn’t offer one a side of green beans without a ham bone in it. I’d say we’ve cut our restaurant selection time to about a quarter of the time it took in the US.
2.) Cheap books: While English is secondary to Kannada as the spoken language here, it’s not second in the bookstores by any means. Bookstores are common and offer some new options. I’ve spent a lot of time in bookstores, so I usually don’t see a lot that’s new, but there are books printed by Indian publishers here that don’t usually appear on the shelves of Barnes & Noble.
And, unlike in Cambodia where books are cheap by means of photocopying, the books here aren’t cheap by virtue of stiffing the writer.
3.) Amazon: On a related note, I can still buy Kindle books just as easily as I did in the states. There are some websites that don’t work here, such as Hulu and Netflix, but Amazon operates just fine.
4.) Walk-centric life: Bangalore is not an easy city to walk in because the traffic is horrendous, there is no system for traffic lights, and sidewalks are about as dangerous as walking in the street. (If your eye isn’t constantly on the sidewalk, you might just plunge into a sewer.) However, being in the heart of the city, there’s nothing I need that I can’t get via a short walk.
5.) Servants: I haven’t mowed lawn, swept a walk, done laundry, or washed a dish since I left the US, and yet it’s always done. After a brief period of feeling awkward, it’s beginning to grow on me. The hardest part will be going home, once I’ve become accustomed to a certain level of service.
6.) Climate: There’s been a pleasant breeze coming through my window pretty much all day. I haven’t had to use the AC since we’ve been here. And it’s starting to not rain every night. Of course, this one is not so much about India as Bangalore specifically. On the whole, India’s climate is not so pretty.
7.) Loan words: I suspect it’s harder for the locals to talk about foreigners behind their backs here than most countries because there are so many English loan words. They’ll be a couple of locals talking in Kannada, and you’ll here: “Waa-wah-waa-wah-waa-wah-super convenient-waa-wah-waa.” So it’s like having a rudimentary grasp of a language, you can kind of get a feel for the general drift of what is being talked about-even if you don’t know any specifics. At least this makes bad-mouthing foreigners a mental exercise.
DAILY PHOTO: Rice Memorial Church
DAILY PHOTO: Bangalore Palace
Some claim Bangalore Palace is modeled off of Windsor Castle, but the official line is that any resemblance is purely coincidental. I don’t think cars are normally allowed to park here, but it was rented out for a wedding– which my wife and I kinda / sorta crashed. I’m not sure if the wedding was over, or if they were in the intermission stage. (I’m told that the only thing longer and more mind-numbing than a Catholic wedding is an Indian wedding. Having experience attending the former, I can only imagine the latter.)
While impressive from the outside, the palace is not a very highly rated attraction. In part this may be because it’s quite expensive by Indian standards (when you’re not crashing a wedding.) In part it this may be because the outlying grounds are not particularly attractive. I can’t well speak to the innards of the castle.
Supposedly, construction was begun in 1862 and was not fully completed until 1944. I’m sure the US Civil War to World War II time-frame is purely coincidental. It was built by the Principal of Central High School, Reverend Garrett, and once owned by the Maharaja of Mysore.
DAILY PHOTO: Vidhana Soudha
Bangalore hasn’t learned to do tourism. Perhaps this shouldn’t be a surprise as the city’s population has doubled from five million to almost ten million in the last dozen years. So, Bangalore’s government has a lot on its plate. However, because of this deficiency, the city is largely seen as a jumping off point for people wanting to go to places like Mysore, Hampi, or Kerala that are not so well-endowed of international flights but which are vastly more scenic.
I mention this because some of the most impressive sights in Bangalore are not very photogenic. First and foremost among these is the palatial Vidhana Soudha, which is the seat of the Karnataka State Legislature. It’s perfectly reasonable that it be closed to the public as serious work is done there, but it’s a little surprising not to be able to get a decent picture of it because of the ugly chainlink fence that surrounds much of it and dense clusters of trees that surround other parts of it. They are doing some work on the High Court side, so maybe they aim to throw tourists the bone of a little more picturesque view.
This isn’t the only bit of tourism unfriendliness. At Bangalore Fort we had a security guard attempt to extort money from us–and I’ve experienced similar things at smaller city parks with random cops. At least I think that’s what the guard was doing; there was neither signage to indicate we needed to pay a fee nor a ticket office. It may have just been that they didn’t put up the right signage. At any rate, we left without any pictures but without paying, and so one way or another this was just bad tourism. Many people probably don’t even know about the little section of fort that remains, but it is easily combined with a trip to the Tipu Sultan’s Palace and the City Market.
While Bangalore doesn’t have a lot of sights for a city of its size (because it hasn’t been a city on this scale for long–compared to places like Delhi, Mumbai, or Kolkata), it could do a lot better to build its tourism revenue, and doesn’t have the history. It’s not quite like Belize City, where the general advice is, “Yeah, you have to fly in there, but get the hell out as soon as you can.” However, it’s not a pleasant place to sight-see either.
DAILY PHOTO: KR Market Flower Floor
DAILY PHOTO: Mayo Hall
DAILY PHOTO: Thiruvalluvar
Thiruvalluvar was a Tamil poet and philosopher who is most famous for writing a tract on ethics called the Thirukkural. The Thirukkural is written as a series of couplets that comment on ethics, morality, and philosophy.
Here is a random couplet from Thirukkural:
He who with firmness curbs the five restrains
Is seed for soil of yonder happy plains
DAILY PHOTO: Parrot Got Bling
DAILY PHOTO: Mustache Machismo
India is the last bastion of the luxuriant mustache as a font of machismo. While the thick, droopy stache may have fallen out of favor with male porn stars and deep South State Troopers, it remains emblematic in Bollywood.
One day, when the Freddie Mercury mustache returns to its former glory, Indian men will be able to hold their heads high, certain in the knowledge that they never abandoned the stache.
It should be noted that the power of the stache goes way back here. On the elaborately towering Hindu temples, one will see such figures. I have yet to learn which deity sports the stache (often along with a pot belly,) but it’s not Ron Jeremy–that much I know for certain.











