Chamundeshwari Temple, 1975. ❤️
Dad was just 18½ when he landed in Bangalore in 1960 to study Engineering at BMS College. His Kannada was, in his own words, terrible! 😂
But Kannadigas have always been wonderfully accommodating. Language was never a barrier.
By the early ’70s, Dad was working on a project with the Mysore Royals. One Sunday, he took Mom to the Chamundeshwari Temple atop Chamundi Hills.
Mom — a true-blue Sardarni from Ludhiana — had taken to sarees like a fish to water and, BTW, looked like a movie star. She still does. ❤️
She had also picked up Kannada beautifully and could easily blend into the local culture. At the temple, she spoke to the priest in such fluent Kannada that he was visibly surprised.
Then he looked at the strapping Sardarji standing beside her and asked Dad:
“How does she speak such good Kannada?”
Dad, without missing a beat, replied:
“She is Hema Malini’s sister. We met at College, fell in love and got married!” 🤣😂🤣
The priest took Dad completely at his word! He held Dad’s hand, led him inside and said:
“You are our Aliya!” — our son-in-law.
He then performed a special Archana for him.
Dad was absolutely mortified. 😂😂
Of course, he couldn’t possibly reveal that Surinder Kaur was actually a purebred Sardarni from Ludhiana! 😄
Our years in Mysore remain some of the most beautiful and cherished memories of our family. The warmth, affection and acceptance we received from the people of Mysore left a lasting impression on all of us.
Mom is still lovingly remembered as “Punjabi Aunty” by many who knew her. ❤️
I’ll share more stories from our Mysore years in the coming days.
Some memories don’t fade… they become family folklore. ❤️
@RRCURS Arré Anna...both are Iyengar's, one from Chennai and the Other from Mandya/Mysore but that's not the point...those days Hema Malini was the Dream Girl and known in Hindi circle....hence the comparison.
@anupamamkaushik That's fantastic Ma'am, and well said....instead of squabbling over languages, if we learnt other language it not only adds to our cognitive abilities, but makes us more understanding of local culture & customs...proud to say my buddies address me as "Gowdré" 😬😜😂
@Rahul_bill@nkk_123 He he, etta, it's like saying "Nayi enda Moné"....in Malayalam...that thrill is not there when you translate into another language...except maybe Son of a Bxxxx in English 😬😜😂
@NGnanavelu Thank you for your kind words, Happens to most places Bro, mostly expats don't value the culture, history and essence. Add to it the greed of politicians. We just have to recall old memories and be happy,.. asté.
@Truthin51126458 Anna, you took this into some other tangent,.... meanwhile the poem is a master piece by Nissar Sahab, relevant today more than in any other era... politicians taking common folks for a ride.
@lathasreedhar12 Thank you Ma'am, for your kind words and sharing your memories. In another post of mine, I have shared her latest Picture celebrating her 80th birthday....imagine how she looked in her 20's & 30's.