The city of Kashi is filled with temples, big and small, old and new. There are temples at every corner, and you never know where you will stumble upon a small shrine. There are idols beneath what remains of trees (there are hardly any trees any more within the core area of the city), there are saffron covered forms resembling deities which seem attached to walls, an especially incongruous sight when the idol itself appears to be old, while the wall is evidently new…. And there are surprisingly large temples rising from what appear to be a bunch of houses. The city is sometimes colloquially said to be as old as time, and some of the shrines and temples are said to date back to times unknown, at least the deity itself, if not the structure. Not much remains of the ancient structures anyway. The city has seen more than its fair share of good and bad times. It has seen the heights of grandeur, and the lows brought about by destruction. The city that exists today has grown so haphaza...
On our recent journey to Chandigarh, we were the only passengers in our
coach after most disembarked at Delhi.
After
24 hours of listening to the chatter of our fellow travellers, the
sudden peace and quiet was strange, to say the least! With just us to serve,
even the vendors gave our coach a miss, leaving us practically alone for the
remainder of our journey. Never have I enjoyed a journey more, the window wide
open, feeling the wind in my hair. We passed by yellow and green fields... the
shades too numerous to count.... and trees of all shapes and sizes, and colours
too...
And back came the memory of a poem I learnt at school, so long back....
Trees
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
- Joyce Kilmer (1913)
No, I didn't remember the whole
poem. That was thanks to Google and Wikipedia! And it was only then that I learnt that the
poem was written in 1913 ... exactly a 100 years ago!
Thanks Anuradha! What a lovely post. I love Chandigarh too, it is truly, planned and beautiful, laid back and organised, although our best friends Sardarjis seem to be the largest population.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Julia! Chandigarh is a beautiful town any day! sad there arent more cities like that!
DeleteNice tree pictures, Anu! Didn't know they can make a lovely post with their colors like this. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Nisha!! Sitting in the train looking at all those trees with colours was so wonderful! and we think we dont have fall in India! clicked so many pics couldnt resist posting!
DeleteGlad that you did. :)
DeleteGreat Clicks...and lovely poem...its one of my favorite cities in India.
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Thanks so much, Radhika!
DeleteGreat blog Anuradha.. I had stumbled across your blog while searching for some spiritual place and since than I am hooked.... Had a quick question - what kind of camera and lens are you using for taking these beautiful panoramic photos which you have posted above?. Would appreciate if you can provide some details/tips etc.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot... and i use a high zoom nikon camera, not a dslr... and it is not really panorama but a usual photo just cropped.
DeleteAll were Great Pictures Anu jee and beautiful log with a new variety . I am learning from you how to blog.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous green! Awesome captures.
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