On sunday, I saw the Mysore palace. (The IITK gang went on a fun-filled Mysore expedition.) Come Dussera and the palace is decked up like a queen and the treat is worth watching. The palace facade resembled an old british building. The august murals and the exquisite paintings made the interiors magnificient. But this is not what attracted my attention. The moment I stepped into the palace a strange feeling crept into my mind. It felt quaint to think that not very long ago(some hundred year back) people like you and me lived there. They epitomized a bygone era which is much different from the contemporary age. I felt bizarre to witness the corridors, the throne, the pillars, the dressing room, the mirrors, etc. More so because of the realization that I would be a part of history someday too!
Btw, the trip was too much of fun with antakshiri, dumb charades, elephant rides, giant wheels, tora toras, columbus n all.