My sore leaving Mysore(Mane Omsy) This trip has made me somehow a debtor. And it’s of my weakness, that I waste money a lot. Whatever it is, it made me feel much comfortable. I was much fond of natural scenery, the way I like it, may be trouble that I got the middle seat and not the seat near to the window, made me feel it’s too complicated to enjoy it well.
The way from Kuttiadi, indirectly, to Mysore, and then return back, was a great enjoyment for me. First of all, what it made me feel angry about was, the first tourist bus got ruined. But it was enough with a 'Holiday' bus, other than from a 'Dul Dul'. I don't think what the 'Holiday' is really meant for. I was so curious about the climbing up the Chikmanglur Mount along the curvy, feary, scary, narrow mountain pass. After visiting a 'maqbarah' at the mid-way to Mysore, it seemed that the way is going t an ice-aged destination. Because, as i got out from the bus at Pakranthalam, the cold breeze (so called 'wind') blew against me, and i was freezing in between the sky and soil.
When we reached the Mysore zoo parking lot, and parked the bus in a vacant area, i got out of the bus and saw two men wearing sunglasses all over their body and another man with some utensils and ornaments. As my dress was in an Arabic style, with dark and light striped 'Khandoorah' and an Arabic style turban, the sellers rushed to me like bees found honey. The glass seller forwarded me a pretty sun glass. I borrowed one from him, and it cost a hundred. I thought it was a bonanza 'cause it was worth hundred and eighty, as he told. But, i felt unlucky when one of my colleagues bought it at fifty.
It was after entering the zoo that I behaved like an Arabian. For it was dexterity having consideration among the visitors. I began to take photographs and movie clips in my mobile phone. I took pictures of smiling ancestors, furious leopards, birds and all other animals in the zoo. But, every single shot didn't give me a fantastic picture. The only great thing i noticed was four different kind of animals, while i approached their cage, were in sexual intercourse (damn it). A Monkey, a lion, another species of monkey, and even the little creature, the tortoise. I was messing around the zoo, while time was up; I went out and had the lunch. The only minus point I noted down in Karnata State, was the restaurant services. It made me unpleasant while I saw a board hanged up the roof saying 'Self Service Only'.
The Mysore Palace, that's where i spend more money on buying ornaments for my sisters and food for my stomach. And that is where i had my first horse cart ride ever in my life. The castle was fantastic, great; I appreciate the engineer for the wonderful architecture. The statue of the king inside the fort was so brilliant, and thanks for the constructor, it looked like it’s alive. The garden surrounding the palace was very wonderful and prettier than what i saw from a park in Dubai. While I came out of the castle and walked straight to our parking lot passing a whole sale place, I remembered my sisters and bought three pairs of necklaces and earrings. And the borrowing was after i used an F-word more than ten times to sellers. I'm lucky that they didn't know English.
Passing along the Chikmanglur narrow roads, it was the only place where I enjoyed the trip well. And among the visitors to Dada Hayat, we made a visit to the noble holy man's worship place. When we returned from there, we enjoyed the journey by organizing programs like short speech in pure Malayalam with no foreign languages, tour experience, songs, and so on. With all these conditions, I am sure that we haven't played games forbidden in Islam. And that was the first trip I had from India.

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