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Published: March 4th 2005
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Somnathpur temple overview
The triple roof of the Kesava Temple in Somnathpur shows the 3 sanctuaries which can be found inside In the City Palace, we had met an Indian lady recently returned from the USA. She was an artist, writer and dancer, and gave us a vivid demonstration of classical Indian dance. The advanced dancers are able to translate any sentence into a dance movement, just what Deeptie did for us. Due to the interesting conversation with her, we were a bit late to catch a bus to our next destination,
Somnathpur, a famous temple of the Hoysala style. As we absolutely wanted to see this monument, there was no other way than to become decadent westerners again and to hire an auto-rickshaw. When we had bargained a price that seemed reasonable to us - by the way, bargaining here is a must, from the jewellery shop to the fruit vendor, only then you are accepted by the local people, - we set off eastwards. To us, Karnataka is among other things the state of bad roads, and these we took were really bad! When you sit in a bus on a front row, the potholes may be bearable, but in a rickshaw you can feel every pebble. In spite of the bad road conditions, we enjoyed the ride very much,
Temple on raised platform
The temple stands on a raised platform in the form of a 16-pointed star. It is worth going around to look at the sculptures but you may burn your feet on the hot stone as we passed through attractive landscape, vegetable fields, rice paddies, stretches of sugar cane, creeks and nice villages.
The
Kesava Temple (1268) is the only complete one of around 80 of this period in the Mysala region. It has three sanctuaries and stands in the middle of a rectangular courtyard (70m long, 55m wide) with cloisters containing 64 cells around it. The temple's base is constituted by a 16-pointed star, in some of its corners you can find elephants of about 70 cm high, as a kind of support. On top of the base, six bands with finely carved figures are set, like pancakes piled one on top of the other. The lowest of the six shows a line of elephants, symbolizing strength and stability, then come horsemen for speed, followed by a floral scroll. The next band of beautifully carved figures is the most fascinating and shows scenes of everyday life. Above is a frieze with monsters and foliage, and uppermost is a line of legendary geese. Above the six bands is one level of bigger statues, each of them is covered by a kind of temple roof. Interestingly enough, Kesava Temple is the only Hoysala temple with
It's nice to have such a strong pet
The whole star-shaped base of the temple is supported by elephants, but sometimes they need some help intact roof structures.
Inside, there are three shrines, one dedicated to Krishna, in a beautiful pillared hall. The pillars are of extreme beauty. The way they are cut reminds you more of turned wood than of stone. The ceiling is another striking feature of the hall, it seems to be made of huge stone tiles, each carved in a different delicate way. And of course we could not leave the site without taking some family pictures of an Indian family we met on the spot. On our way back to Mysore, we experienced a nice kitschy sunset.
Next day, we abandoned our decadent western attitude and took a local bus to
Srirangapatnam. The small city 12 km from Mysore has played a crucial role in the region since its origins in the 10th century. The site once boasted a huge fort, built in 1454, with triple fortifications, but most of it is destroyed these days. Srirangapatnam was of big importance to the Vijayanagar kings, in the second half of the 18th century it became the capital of
Haidar Ali (does this name not sound like the one of an Austrian politician?) and also his son
Tipu Sultan used
Colourful Indian tourists
Nice Indian ladies going around the temple. In the background one can see six bands of sculptured figures that run around the temple this town as his headquarters. In 1799, the British attacked the city and in a fierce battle, Tipu Sultan was killed and the British colonel (the future duke of Wellington) was appointed governor. The town is of big strategic importance because it occupies an easily fortified island in the Cauvery river.
After visiting a small temple, a dungeon of the former fort and trying to find some rests of the fortifications, we decided to spend the hottest hours of the day
close to the water and managed to find a path. We actually came to a place called
Bathing Ghat, a very appropriate name, scrambling over rocks and tried to install ourselves as comfortably as possible. It was a wonderful relaxing spot, in the end we found a place in the roots of a huge tree, and observed what was going on. And how much that was! Men were washing themselves, a ritual we have already seen many times, since they rarely have bathrooms in their houses. Apart form the practical side, washing oneself in the river has a strong religious connotation, everybody has images of the Ganges in mind, we suppose. The women wash themselves fully dressed, and
Six bands of sculptures run around the temple
The six bands are composed of lines of elephants, horsemen, floral scrolls, scenes from everyday life (absolutely detailed), monsters and legendary geese in less public places. What they do in public is washing the laundry, the humble houses not being provided with electricity either. Washing in the cold water is a tough job. As often as possible, the laundry is folded and vehemently battered against a stone just above the water level, in order to get enough push, they swing the clothes behind their head. Then the cloth is rubbed with soap, and the whole procedure begins over again. When they consider the laundry clean, they do not hang it up, but spread it out on any surface they can find, grass, rocks or steps of stone, even a temple roof. The children amuse themselves a lot in the water, jumping, diving splashing with never-ending energy. Stephan was gone for some time chasing after nice pictures, in the meantime Klaudia was reading and chasing birds, such as kingfishers, cormorants and egrets, with the binoculars.
The island being over 3 km long and 1 km wide and the different sights situated on different corners and as we could not find bicycles to rent, we again took an auto-rickshaw. The first sight we were driven to was
Tipu's summer palace (Daria Daulat Bagh
Elephant and Horsemen bands
The two lower bands show elephants symbolizing strength and stability while the horsemen represent speed. Each of the figures is unique in its details = Splendour of the Sea). Built in 1784 and set in a beautiful garden, it looks rather dull from the outside due to its green sun screens. Unfortunately, it was again prohibited to take pictures from inside, though that part makes the palace an absolute jewel. The frescoes, ornamental arches and gilded paintings on the teak walls and ceilings are full of interesting details. Furthermore, several of Tipu's belongings, like weapons and clothes, are on display, although some only on picture, the real item to be seen in British museums. The murals covering the west wall show Haidar Ali and Tipu Sultan leading their elephant forces with the help of French soldiers at a battle in 1780, inflicting a massive defeat on the British. One could spend a lot of time there, watching all the elephants, horses and ammunition, seeing the horror-stricken faces of the British soldiers and their horses as well, spotting bodies without heads or limbs or heads without bodies rolling in the sand. The depiction of the British ammunition depot exploding was so natural that we could almost hear the deafening noise and feel the burning heat.
After a short walk in the summer palace's garden,
Scuplture on the outside walls
Above the six bands the temple is completely decorated with fantastic sculptures we went to the
Gumbaz, the Islamic rulers' mausoleum. Tipu Sultan had it built in remembrance of his father Haidar Ali, Tipu Sultan himself and his mother are also laid to rest in the ornate white-domed Gumbaz. Then we went back to the centre of town and had a quick look at
Jama Masjid, a mosque built by Tipu Sultan and still in use. It has beautiful minarets with very small openings, which are a perfect hideaway for a number of birds, including wild pigeons, kites and parrots. After visiting the enchanting place, we hopped into the next bus back to Mysore.
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Girls are not excluded. They have a separate place where men dont go, for privacy.