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Sunday, April 9, 2017

The havelis of Fatehpur

April 6th 2017
Fatehpur, Rajasthan

Travelling on work throws up all sorts of surprises.  So it was on a hot, sandy morning at Fatehpur, where a bunch of us had travelled to from Jaipur, in search of farmers.  I had not had the time (or inclination I have to admit) to look up Sikar or Fatehpur on a map.  On the road, the boards indicated that we were on the Bikaner highway.  The Bikaner boards reminded me of our Rajasthan trip from a couple of years ago - the carcass dump of Jorbeer,  beautiful cranes of Kichan, the havelis of Phalodi, the Thar desert, kher sangri and bustards.

It was a usual chaotic scene, with transport in all shapes and sizes, from slow moving camels to large lumbering trucks, all jostling for space on a road that was definitely several sizes too small for all of this.

We arrived and hurried or rather, scurried, across avoiding the sand that was being whipped up by the hot winds, when I saw this large, decrepit and desolate haveli on the opposite side of the road.

Turns out, we were in Shekhawati lands, the area in north Rajasthan, where wealthy Marwari merchants built their homes, in the eighteenth century or thereabouts, only to begin to move away to other parts of the country, including Madras, to escape from invasions as also to grow their fortunes.
Two havelis, next to each other, and I was both amazed, and saddened.

The board read, "Kedia Haveli".  But it was in total neglect, it seemed.  Political and movie posters were stuck across its pillars, and front facades.  

The Kedia haveli, according to Wikipedia,
The haveli has two chawnks or courtyards a garden with fountain at back and Naals on both sides; the wall paintings are traditional. It has a library and modern baths. It was first haveli in Fatehpur to have electricity (via generators) and called Bijliwali Haveli. In 1931 AD Sitaram Kedia was married to the daughter of Bajaj family of Bisau. On this occasion Rao Raja Maharaj Shri Kalyan Singh Ji Bahadur of Sikar Thikana came to bless the couple. Seth Shree Bohitram Kedia brought an aeroplane (popularly called 'Cheel Gadi' or eagle craft) to scatter invitations printed on handkerchiefs for all and flower petals on His Royal Highness. Pleased with the courtesy and respect His Royal Highness granted the family of Seth Shree Bohitram Kedia permission  to wear gold ornaments below their waist (a privilege that only royals enjoyed in that era).
Although most rooms are locked one can visit the haveli free of any charge, courtesy the Kedia family.
On my return I found this better picture of the entrance in Wikimedia, and looks like it was opened up for the photograph.  But the posters are still there.


Traces of the freehand wall murals can be seen.  Shekhawat wall murals are well known.

Fatehpur has other important havelis it appears.  Saraf, Fatehchand and the Nandlal Devra havelis.

The last mentioned has been restored, now serves as a homestay, cum artists revival project, spearheads the restoration of the havelis, and much more.

See the link http://www.cultural-centre.com/.  Sadly, since I knew none of this before hand, and we returned to Jaipur that evening, I could not visit any of the others.  Lack of any data connectivity at Fatehpur meant all my learning and discovery happened later.

Moral of this story for me is - always do your homework before you travel.


Sunday, October 5, 2014

The stupas of Sarnath

9th August 2014.

9 kms the board said, to Sarnath, but it was a bit more than that.
It is 11 am and my buddies are still not ready.  We had decided the previous evening to visit Sarnath, and the agreed time of departure - I wanted 8am and they wanted noon! - was 10am!

It would be bright and sunny, we woudn't get enough time, I wanted to do it leisurely, but my selling skills have always been hopeless, and it failed yet again.  It did not seem in good team spirit to ditch them and go off on my own either, so there I was fretting and impatient in my hotel room in Varanasi.

The Vivekananda memorial in Varanasi that we passed


It was 11:30 when we finally got a start, and the sun was already blazing, but there was no way I was going to be deterred from visiting Sarnath, just 15 kms away, and with a history so ancient.  We left the city on NH29, and were in Sarnath in about half an hour.  Half an hour, and it was another world, another India.

From the decorated rickshwas and frenzy of the pilgrim city of Hindu Varanasi to this suddenly slowed-down Buddhist world of Sarnath, tended by the ASI.

The gates to the charming Central University of Tibetan Studies Campus.  Set up in 1967.
We wandered in to CUTS,   to discover scores of Tibetans, girls and boys, many of whom have not been to their homeland for years.

Sarnath was a thriving Buddhist town, and Hiuen Tsang had been here, that much I knew.  I couldnt imagine my good fortune - we had visited the Dayan Pagoda in Xi'an, where he built his monastery with all the scriptures he took from his India travels, and here I was, at the other end of his journey!  In those days it was called Rishipatn/Isipatana Mrigadaya, I learned later.

This place is important for the Buddhists, the Jains, and then there was Saranganatha, Shiva as the Deer Lord, which gave the name Sarnath to the place at a later date.

Chaukhandi Stupa

This was our first stop, standing tall an imposing and visible even rom the main road.

It has been dated to the fourth century AD (the Gupta period), being rediscovered/unearthed in excavations in 1835.  I cannot imagine how such a  large structure could have been buried.  It is some 93 feet high, made from brick, with three terraces.

The ASI inscription mentioned that it was built to commemorate the spot where Buddha met his five disciples - Kaudinya, Bhadrika, Vashpa, Mahanaman and Ashvajit and gave them the Dhammapada.  Even thinking about it now gives me the goosebumps.


Imagine coming across this all of a sudden! 

This tower bit was supposedly added in 1588, by Raja Todarmal's son Govardhan becuase Humayun was coming to visit!  There is a Persian inscription to that effect on the plaque that you see on the extreme right of the picture above the doorway.I wonder how it looked without it.

Looking up along the wall.  The bricks are held together by mud mortar.

The view from the side.  The terraces have all crumbled into a mass of brick rubble.  I wonder if the grass being allowed to grow on these terraces will actually cause them to deteriorate faster.

The view from the back. 
The contemporary Mulagandhakuti Vihara

This is a functioning Buddhist temple, which was closed when we arrived.  It is closed between 1130 and 130.

Dhammapala
I was totally confused seeing this.  It looked rather more modern and in good shape compared to the brick ruins around.  An inscription outside the temple clarified matters.

Turns out that a Sri Lankan aristocrat, Anagarika Dharampala was on a pilgrimage here in 1864, and was appalled at the state of various Buddhist monuments here and in Bodh Gaya.  It became his life mission thereafter to "resurrect" Buddhism in India.  He seems to have attended the Chicago religion convention (the one where Vivekananda wowed the world), and collected funds and favours to carry out his mission.  The Mahabodhi Society was formed and in 1931 this temple was opened in Sarnath, and he took to monk life and was known as Siri Devamitta Dhammapala.  He died at Sarnath in 1933.
"SarnathWallPaintings2" -  http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:SarnathWallPaintings2.jpg#mediaviewer/File:SarnathWallPaintings2.jpg.  What I missed inside the temple.

Behind this temple is the Isipatana Deer park, which I did not visit.  There is a beautiful legend of the deer, a translation of which I quote from, "The history of Sarnatha or the cradel of Buddhism" by B C Bhattacharya

" Once in this wide forest-tract, a certain deer king of the name of Rohaka had taken upon himself the 
protection of a herd consisting of a thousand deer. He had two sons, one being named 
Nyagrodha and the other Visakha. From his herd, he gave five hundred deer to 
one son and the remaining five hundred to the other. 
Brahmadatta, the then king of Kasi, frequently came to that forest on hunting excursions and killed a good 
many of the deer. The number of the deer that were wounded by him and met death entering the bushes, 
the deep parts of the forest, the tracts covered with thorny plants and reeds, was greater than that of 
those that were actually killed by him. The dead deer in those parts became food for crows, vultures and 
other birds. 
One day, the deer-king Nyagrodha ; said unto his brother Viakha, *' we desire to bring it to the 
notice of the king that more deer are being wounded by him and eaten up by the crows and vultures than he 
actually kills when out on a hunting excursion. We shall send to the king one deer daily, who will enter 
his Mahanasa of his own accord. In this way the herd may probably be saved from wholesale destruction." 

His brother Visakha replied that they would do so. Just at this time the King of Kasi had been out 
ahunting. Surrounded by soldiers armed with swords, bows and other weapons, he saw the two deer- kings 
advancing towards him. Seeing that they were coming without fear and hesitation he gave this ordfet tcr 
one of his generals, "you are to see to it that none may put them to death. They are not terrified at 
the sight of the soldiers ; on the contrary they are coming towards me ; it seems to rtie that they are doing so 
with a definite object in view." 
 
In obedience to the order of the king, the general pushed away the soldiers 
to the right and' the left and made a way for them. Then the two deer approached the king and bowed fcnto 
him touching his knee. The king then asked them what business they had and what question they had to 
ask. Then they spoke these words to the king in the language of man, Your Majesty, several hundreds 
of us live in this forest within your kingdom. As your cities, towns, villages and other seats of men are beauti- 
fied by men, cows, bullocks, and many bipeds and quadrupeds and other animals, so forests also look 
beautiful on account of asylums, rivers, springs  deer and birds. We look upon your Majesty as thte 
very ornament of these places. All these bipeds and quadrupeds live under the sole rule of your Majesty. 

They have placed themselves under your Majesty's protection; hence it is the bounden duty of your Majesty 
to take care of them and to protect them, no matter whether they live in villages, forests or hilly regions. 
Your Majesty is their sole Lord; they have no other King. When your Majesty is out for hunting then 
a number of deer is needlessly killed at a time. Many of them being wounded with the arrow, enter thorny 
woods and fields of kaa grass where after their death they are eaten up by crows and other birds; those that 
meet death in this way are more numerous than those that are killed by you. In this way, your Majest)' is 
being led to sin. If your Majesty be pleased to order, we, two deer-kings, shall send for your kitchen one 
deer a day. This deer will be taken from each herd on alternate days. If this be done, there will be nothing 
to prevent your Majesty's feasting upon flesh and still the deer will be saved from meeting simultaneous death." 
 
Hearing these words, the King of Kai granted their prayer. Accordingly, he asked the ministers to take 
care that no one might kill any deer there. The King having left for his city, the deer -kings convened an 
assembly of all the deer and consoled them in very many ways. They informed them that the king would 
no more be out a-hunting but that they should have to send him one deer a day. Thereafter, they counted 
all the deer and divided them into two principal herds. 
 
From that time forward each began to send a deer to the King's Court on alternate days. 

At one time it was the turn of a pregnant female deer of Visakha's herd to go to the King's kitchen. 
In due time the head-deer asked her to go. She said to him that she had been carrying two young ones 
in her womb and that it would be well if her going could be postponed till her delivery. Thereupon the 
head-deer brought this matter to the notice of the King of the herd who ordered that some other deer should 
go in her stead. But all the 'other deer declined to go till their turn was come. Then the female deer went 
to Nyagrodha, the King of the other herd and laid her case before him. But, in that herd, too, no one agreed 
to go. Then their King Nyagrodha addressed them all and said, "you may rest assured that when I have 
given her assurance of safety she must not be put to death. I am ready to go to the King's Mahdnasa 
{kitchen) in her stead." 

Then the deer king issued out of the forest and proceeded along the path to Varanasi. Whoever met 
him on the way was charmed at his flawless beauty and followed him. Seeing him the citizens said to one another, "It is the king 
of the deer.  As soon as he entered the Mahanasa all the citizens prayed for the safety of his life on the ground of his 
being good looking, gentle and the ornament of the garden round the city. Then the King caused him to 
be brought from the Mahanasa and asked him why he had come there himself,  having narrated the 
whole thing from the beginning to the end, the King and all others who were present there were struck by 
his righte ;usness. Then the King said to him, "He who sacrifices his life for the sake of another is never a 
beast. On the other hand, we are so many beasts, because we are bereft of all sense of righteousness, 
1 am glad to hear of your self-sacrifice for the sake of the doe. I also grant safety to all the deer for your 
sake, go to your place and live there fearlessly." The King proclaimed this throughout the length and breadth 
of the city with the ringing of bells. 

Gradually this incident came to the notice of the Gods. The King of the Gods created thousands of deer 
in order to test the righteousness of the King of Kasi. The people of Kasi were put to much inconvenience 
by these deer and lodged a complaint with the King.  
The country is passing through a crisis^ the prosperous kingdom is going to ruin. The deer are 
eating our corn y O King y please take steps to prevent them. 

Let the country pass through a crisis, let the prosperous kingdom go to ruin. I have given assurances 
of safety to the deer king. I can't tell a falsehood now. 

The King, gave them to understand that he could by no means withdraw the assurance given to them. 
"
And so the kingdom became Isipatana Mrigaday, where the deer roamed without fear.

The Hindus have also adopted this legend from the Jataka, and "Saranganatha" or the Lord of the Deer, is seen as a form of Shiva.  The cab driver said that there was a temple which had been destroyed.

The Isipatana complex of ruins

Sridigamber Jain temple in the background.  Shreyansanath was the 11th Tirthanker for the Jains, of royal lineage and attaining Siddha.  I di not have time to go in there.
The sun was blazing as I gazed at the sheer magnitude of the complex.  Always, the Dhamekh stupa towered over everything.

As with everything in India, there are layers of vintage, and the complex had the Ashokan pillar from 242BC, all the way to the new Mulagandhakuti Vihara.

I walked the outer path, which has some tree cover and headed for the Ashokan pillar.



Very unimpressive looking stubs arent they?  And I missed the actual capital, which is housed in the museum.
We had seen Ashoka's edicts at Junagadh, and I seem to be crossing the emperor's path every now and then! More than 1,700 kms apart these two places, and the extent of Ashoka's empire hit home.



Bases of little stupas dotted the ground everywhere....

From the ASI map, I made out that this must be the ruins of the main temple that was here, referred to as mulagandha kuti

I continued on the outer path, stopping for a minute in the shade of this Arjuna tree, taking in the view. 
Locals seem to use this as an open space, and they lounged in the grass, laughing and chatting.  Of course there was a good smattering of couples too, seeking the privacy of distant ruins.

Drongoes swooped and called, while Spotted Doves cooed in melancholy fashion from the wires overhead.

How I wished I had more time.  But then, imagine if I had not come at all.

I then came across this field, strewn with what seemed like bits of a jigsaw puzzle.
From the Dharma chakra Jana vihara ruins
This was part of a monastery/complex donated by the Buddhist Queen of Kannauj, Kumari Devi in the 12th century.




Some of the pillars of this complex.
I had circumnavigated the outer pathway, and was back in the centre of the complex, where the Causeway of the main central temple was evident.  It was long and impressive, and must have been some kind of pillared corridor?
The central causeway of the main temple, in immediate proximity to the Dhamekh Stupa.

Buddhas in the niches....
Dhamekh Stupa
Dated to 500 CE, this huge stupa stands over an earlier one, supposedly.  Look at the men walking at the base to get a sense of its size.
As I walked around the stupa, I heard the familiar sound of Tamil, and my eyes followed the sound.  A father was animatedly explaining to his son, as to how these stupas must have been built, with the bricks and stones just fitting into each other.  I couldnt help myself, I just had to know where they were from, and of course they were from Madras!

So, is the upper portion unfinished, as archeologists claim?
The next few pictures are in large size, click on them and enjoy the magnificence of the stupa, as I did.
The whole lower face is covered with beautiful engraved decorations



The niches must have contained images.



All that's left of the large Dharmarajika stupa. Story goes that the Diwan of Chait Singh, king of Benaras, decided he needed bricks for his mohalla, and found them in plenty here, and was responsible for its discovery and destruction.  Sounded a bit like the Terracotta warriors discovery story. 
Supposedly his workmen also brought him a little marble casket within a stone box.  Now the casket had some bones (could have been the Buddha's, maybe?), and this was tossed into the Ganges.  However the stone box was preserved and is in the Kolkata museum.



And so I hurried back to the waiting cab, where my travelling companions sat waiting for me.  Elated, hot and excited.  Strange, they did not seem at all excited by this piece of antiquity we had just come across. 

I definitely need to go back as we didnt enter the Sarnath Museum, that dates from 1910 or something, making it India's oldest museum.

...Some of what I missed at the museum. (Picture from their website)

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Tea at the Phool Mahal Palace, Kishengarh

30th November 2013

It has been six months since we stopped by for tea at Kishengarh, Rajasthan, on our way to a school reunion at Ajmer.

The last time it was Dungarpur where we had a lovely weekend, and I even managed some birding.  This time, the group had swelled and no royal palace was large enough for the reunion sadly, and we had to go off to one of those regular large places for the fellowship and fun.

But we could still stop for tea at Phool Mahal in the town of Kishengarh. 
First views of Gundalao lake


So much similarity between the  palaces - a lake front, lovely archways and cupolas, and a temple in the middle of the lake.

I took my cuppa, and sat here.  The hubbub and frisson was on the verandah, and I was in a sudden oasis of calm, imagining the days gone by.


The paintwork was beautifully maintained, and I took my time admiring the colours and enjoyed the detailing.

I didn't know it then, but read later on about the Kishengarh school of miniature paintings, which this royal family patronised and developed.  Story goes that in 1952, a Prof Eric Dickinson who was an English Prof at Mayo College, Lahore discovered a bundle of these exquisite minatures, on Radha and Krishna.

If only I had read this before my visit, I would have done a more detailed exploration of the walls, I thought!
Bani Thani:  (Wikipedia)

An interesting side story is that crown prince Savant Singh, a Krishna bhakta,  fell in love with the Queen Mother's "slave girl", a singer called Bani Thani, (who has since been immortalised on an India stamp).

So the prince got Nihal Chand, the main painter to do her portraits, which then began to represent  Radha.  He retreated more an more from affairs of the state, he wrote and sang as Nagaridas and Nihal Chand painted!

....And here was I on the verandah of the palace completely unaware of this beautiful, historical anecdote about Kishengarh, or the presence of poet Vrind in these courts, or that this was the place where Radha  came into her own.


A portrait of one of the kings (I've forgotten which one", with the symbolic halo.  In the main hall of the palace


The day was ending, and there was a happy bunch of middle aged men, who wandered around, oblivious of the views, caught up in nostalgia and the process of re-connection.

We wives too were swept into this torrent of infectious cheer, discovering sides of our spouses we were unaware of,  making new friends along the way.

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The weekend had just begun!




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