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Ganesha visergene

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GOOD:If you click the title of this post you will know more about Ganesh Chathurthi festival.
Here is the answer to the question asked in the last posting:
Freeze them first. Take them out of the jugs and put the ice in the barrel. You will be able to tell which water came from which jug.

Here is a new question with this posting:
What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when you throw it away?

Jani enjoyed the visergene of so many pilliars.
The 12 feet deep pond at Sahakaranagar Ganesh temple is a good facility to immerse the elephant God.
The officials told to remove all the plaintain leaves and flowers which have now become of 'discard' quality and put it in the dust bin.
Only Pillairs have to be 'sunk'.
Some pilliars begin to swim atop the pond.
They have tobe holed - so as to water to be filled inside and the idols could go deep inside.
Menu during these three days:
Afternoon of 20th: Cabbage kootu, with narthanga pickle. A dash of Priyadarshni mixture.
Morning of 20th: Dosa made out of the earlier batter. Some wheat powder added. With a dash of vatha kolambu made for mother and thambi during our absence.
Evening the 19th: Masala dosai, Chiroti Halu and Bajji at Priyadarshni near Kapali theatre. We enjoyed the walk from Mysore Bank to city Railway station.
Afternoon of 19th: Kolambu sadham with wada and avaraikai porial at Raji's House. Sreedhar served us: Mami, jani, shena Lalu and me....in abundant quantity.
Morning of 19th: Pongal made at House by Ganesh and Meena with chutney. Add to this wadas bought from Hotel with Hotel sambar and chutney.
Night of 18th: With much ado Ganesh prepared semia and rava uppuma. We gulped it with afternoon sambar.
Afternoon of 18th: Snake gourd porial with bottle goard sambar and rasam.
Morning of 18th: Please refer to my previous posting.

BAD:Wife did not enter the inside of the temple as she was not clean enough!
Sneha got the Electrical Engineering course - again with the same fees - okay but did not get the Electronics course. The electronic course is whaked by the first rank holders. If we attend the casual round next week will we get the Electronic course? We will try!!!


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