01 Jan

A temple in NationтАЩs defence: Pat Baba (Jabalpur)

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Next morning, when his men would have assembled to start the construction again, Colonel Smith shared his dream with them. In their collective despair arising from unsuccessful attempts at building the factory, they would have decided take a chance with the dream and started to dig out the ground to retrieve the idol. I have no idea how they would have searched and found the exact place for digging. Either they would have tried at different places all over the premises or would have taken the help of some wise men who could sense the presence of any heavy object beneath the ground.

Next few days, the construction of the factory was stopped. Instead there were hectic activities in search of the idol. Finally, after a massive search and digging below the ground, the idol of Lord Hanuman was found. It must be a joyous moment not only for all the workers but also for the officers, especially Colonel Smith. He must have run to the site from his tent to see the last stages of the recovery of the idol. He must not have believed his eyes on what he would have seen. The dream that he saw was becoming a reality. Standing in front of the trench, he would have gone through the plethora of emotions ranging from disbelief to happiness and further to extreme sense of faith.

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рдереЛрд▓ рдмрд░реНрдб рд╕реИрдВрдХреНрдЪреБрдЕрд░реА рдХреА рдФрдЪрдХ рдпрд╛рддреНрд░рд╛

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рд╣рдордиреЗ рд▓реЗрдХ рдХреЗ рдХрд┐рдирд╛рд░реЗ рдмрдиреЗ рдкреИрджрд▓ рдкрде рдкрд░ рдпрд╛рддреНрд░рд╛ рд╢реБрд░реВ рдХреА | рдореМрд╕рдо рд╕реБрд╣рд╛рд╡рдирд╛ рд╣реЛ рдЪрд▓рд╛ рдерд╛ рдФрд░ рд╣рд▓рдХреА рд╣рд▓рдХреА рдмрдпрд╛рд░реН рдмрд╣ рд░рд╣реА рдереА рдЬрд┐рд╕рдиреЗ рдорд╛рд╣реМрд▓ рдХреЛ рдЦреБрд╢рдиреБрдорд╛ рдмрдирд╛ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ рдерд╛ | рдЗрддрдиреЗ рдмрдбрд╝реА рдЭреАрд▓ рдХреЛ рджреЗрдЦрдХрд░ рд╕реБрдХреВрди рдорд╣рд╕реВрд╕ рд╣реБрдЖ рдФрд░ рдРрд╕рд╛ рд▓рдЧрд╛ рдХреА рдореИ рдкрд╣рд▓реЗ рдпрд╣рд╛рдБ рдХреНрдпреВрдБ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдЖрдпрд╛ ? рд╣рдо рд░рд╛рд╕реНрддреЗ рд╕реЗ рдиреАрдЪреЗ рдЙрддрд░рдХрд░ рдЭреАрд▓ рдХреЗ рдХрд┐рдирд╛рд░реЗ рддрдХ рдЧрдпреЗ рдФрд░ рд╡рд╣рд╛рдВ рдмреИрдардХрд░ рд╕реБрдмрд╣ рдХреА рдмрдирд╛рдИ рдереЗрд░реНрдореЛрдлреНрд▓рд╛рд╕реНрдХ рдореЗрдВ рд░рдЦреА рдЧрд░рдо рдЪрд╛рдп (рдЬреЛ рдЕрднреА рддрдХ рдкрд░реНрдпрд╛рдкреНрдд рдЧрд░рдо рдереА) рдХрд╛ рдЖрдирдВрдж рд▓рд┐рдпрд╛ |

рдХрд┐рдирд╛рд░реЗ рд╣рдордиреЗ рдПрдХ рдШрдВрдЯреЗ рдмрд┐рдард╛рдпреЗ рдФрд░ рдЬреАрд╡рди рдХреЗ рд╡рд┐рднрд┐рдиреНрди рдкрд╣рд▓реБрдУрдВ рдкрд░ рдЪрд░реНрдЪрд╛ рдХреА | рдХреБрдЫ рд╕рдордп рддрдХ рд╢рд╛рдВрдд рдмреИрдардХрд░ рд╕рдмрдиреЗ рд╕реНрд╡рддрдГ рдмрд╛рдд рдЪреАрдд рдмрдВрдж рдХрд░ рджреА рдФрд░ рджреВрд░ рддрдХ рдлреИрд▓реЗ рдЭреАрд▓ рдФрд░ рдЙрдбрд╝рддреЗ рдкрдХреНрд╖рд┐рдпреЛрдВ рдХреЛ рджреЗрдЦрддреЗ рд░рд╣реЗ |рдлрд┐рд░ рд╣рдо рд╡рд╛рдкрд╕ рдХрд┐рдирд╛рд░реЗ рдХреЗ рд░рд╕реНрддреЗ рдкрд░ рдЖ рдмрд░реНрдб рд╡рд╛рдЪ рдкреЙрдЗрдВрдЯ рдХреА рдУрд░ рдмрдвреЗ | рд░рд╛рд╕реНрддреЗ рдореЗрдВ рдПрдХ рдореИрди-рдореЗрдб рд╡реГрдХреНрд╖ рдЖрдХрд╛рд░ рдХрд╛ рдкреЙрдЗрдВрдЯ рдорд┐рд▓рд╛ рдЬрд┐рд╕ рдкрд░ рдЬрд╛рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдмрдЪреНрдЪреЗ рдЙрддрд╛рд╡рд▓реЗ рд╣реЛ рдЧрдпреЗ | рдФрд░ рдЕрднрд┐рд▓рд╛рд╖рд╛ рдЬрд▓реНрджреА рд╕реЗ рдЬрд╛рдХрд░ рдКрдкрд░ рдЪрдврд╝ рдЧрдИ |

рд░рд╛рд╕реНрддреЗ рдХреЗ рдХрд┐рдирд╛рд░реЗ рдЙрдЧреЗ рдХрдИ рдиреАрдо рдХреЗ рдкреЗрдбрд╝ рдореЗрдВ рд╕реЗ рд╕рдмрд╕реЗ рдЖрд╕рд╛рди рдкреЗрдбрд╝ рдкрд░ рдореИрдВрдиреЗ рдЪрдврд╛рдИ рдХрд╛ рдкреНрд▓рд╛рди рдмрдирд╛рдпрд╛ рддрд╛рдХрд┐ рдЕрдкрдиреА рдмрдЪрдкрди рдХреА рдХрд╣рд╛рдирд┐рдпреЛрдВ рдХреЛ рд╕рд┐рдзреНрдз рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ рдЬрд╛ рд╕рдХреЗ рдХреА рдореЗ рдкреЗрдбрд╝ рдкрд░ рдЪрдврд╝рдиреЗ рдореЗрдВ рдорд╛рд╣рд┐рд░ рд╣реВрдБ | рд╕рдмрдХреЗ рдордирд╛ рдХрд░рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рдмрд╛рдж рднреА рдореЗ рдкреЗрдбрд╝ рдХреА рд╕рдмрд╕реЗ рдиреАрдЪреЗ рдбрд╛рд▓реА рдкрд░ рдЪрдврд╝рд╛ рдФрд░ рд░реЛрдВ рдзреЛрдХрд░ рдЕрднрд┐рд▓рд╛рд╖рд╛ рднреА рдЖ рдЧрдИ рдереЛрдбрд╝реА рджреЗрд░ рдореЗрдВ |

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Agahiya: A new Sufi Order at Jabalpur, Madhya Pradesh

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In despair, when I came out of the inner sanctum sanctorum, my eyes fell on the outer wall of the main dargah. There were two marble plates fixed on the walls on which the life story of the Shaikh was inscribed. Hazrat was born in Lucknow, in a family that had migrated to India from Iran. His grandfather and father were given the positions of responsibilities in the government of those times and they soon had become part of the elite class of Lucknow. Hazrat was born with a fire of longing in his heart to know almighty and was always searching for knowledge by going to one teacher to another. During such exercise, he came to know about a Sufi Shaikh Shah Maqsus Alam residing in the town of Banda. In the tender age of 13 years, he left the comforts of his home surreptitiously and went to Banda and became the disciple of Shaikh Shah Maqsus Alam. There he acquired spiritual and worldly education. After the demise of the shaikh, he went to Bareilly to become the disciple of Hazrat Tajul-Aulia Shah Nizamuddin Hussain (R.A.). Though later he got married and had children, but his life was totally dedicated to the Sufi ways and traditions. During the first war of Independence, Hazrat Meerja Agah came to Jabalpur. There he established his Sufi tradition called тАЬAgahiya OrderтАЭ and in 1918 AD, he went for his heavenly abode.\

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Ellora caves – The Brahmanical series (Maharashtra Yatra – Part 8)

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It is estimated that the task of quarrying its 3,000,000 cubic feet of rock must have occupied at least one hundred years. It is wonder to see so great a mass in the air which seems so slenderly under-dropped that could hardly forbear to shudder on first entering it. There is no nobler achievement of the Indian architects and sculptors, and no greater marvel of Indian sculpture.

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An evening with River Narmada: Gwari Ghat, Jabalpur

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But deep down in my heart, I knew that I had chosen for that boat ride not because of my friend, but because of the Narmada. And, the Narmada never fails. It was she, who was nursing me while I sat heads down at the Gwari Ghat. It was she, who persuaded me to cross her so as to uplift me from a very deep guilt. If that being so, it was not possible that she would be letting me stand on the other side of the Ghat for the night. While, I was brooding over all that, suddenly we saw a boat crossing past us. We shouted for help, but he did not stop and went past sailing over the water. My friend lost his control and started cursing the boatman, both who had left us stranded and also who had sailed past us.
Half an hour or so more again passed with no means to go to the other side. The fear of being stranded on the dark ghats in the night was started as a test against the patience and the faith towards Narmada. Just in time, when the faith and the impatience started to rumble in the mind, we saw a boatman sailing towards us from the other bank. Gradually, the blurred image of the boatman became crystal clear. He was тАЬour boatmanтАЭ, with his boat.

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A train journey to Sanskardhani (Jabalpur)

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One of the doyens of Hindi Movies, Prem Nath, also belonged to the Sanskardhani. He had once built a cinema hall in the heart of the city, which was named as тАЬEmpire TheatreтАЭ. From outdoor screening of the film to cinema halls and now to multiplexes, there is a great history of the growth of Indian cinema. But I still carry a fascination with the old cinema halls. So, after coming out of the Jabalpur Station, I went to a crossing where the old building of that Empire Cinema was situated. It was completely in ruins. I felt much attached with the Empire cinema and climbed up the fallen bricks to see it from inside. I was astonished to find that the speakers were still clinging to those walls. In its heydays, that hall must be the cultural hub of the Sanskardhani, graced by the likes of Raj Kapoor, Nargis and Prem Nath.

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My day in Rashtrapati Bhawan

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This is the location where all the functions (IndiaтАЩs prestigious award given to its citizen) take place. This place is called the Darbar Hall, the celebration hall of the Rastrapati Bhawan. The hall was situated just below the Gombuz (Doom), which we see from the long distance.

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The mystic jungles of Pobitora Wildlife Sanctuary, Assam

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Further ahead, the scenery again changed. We were drawn more deep into the actual jungle. The forest cover got dense and our excitement jumped higher. Under the shade of the trees and some swamps, we found a herd of the world renowned one-horn Rhinos. It was not the first time in my life that I encountered them but still, they being the pride of my State, rakes up my pride too.

Our Gypsy driver suddenly had a rush of adrenaline and after few minutes of some sway-and-swanky driving, he brought us into this clearing, which was clearly bang in the middle of the forest. With a few words of prayers, we de-boarded our vehicle for a photo-shoot!!

Now, you must be wondering, why we were having a photo-shoot when we had prayers in our lips. Well, thatтАЩs because inspite of the heavy forest cover, the view and the vibes took our breath away.

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All about Bhangarh Fort, Rajasthan

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The Mughal connection is attributed to the relationship of Sawai Madho Singh, the ruler of Bhangarh in 16th Century with Raja Mansingh I, who was a general in AkbarтАЩs army. These two chieftains were brother. Their father Bhagwant Singh was the ruler of Amber. This Mughal association is believed to be continued till the death of Aurangjeb. When the Mughal empire weakened, Bhangarh was attacked by Jaishingh II in 1720 AD. Later, a famine broke out in 1783 AD, which forced the inhabitants to abandon the city. However, history apart, the fort premises had the reputation of the haunted place till recent years. And, such reputation became the main reason for the tourist to flow in that sleepy village.

At the first sight, it seemed that the ruins of the fort and residential buildings were scattered all over the place, which makes it difficult to see the important places without any guide. Realising the same, the Archaeological Survey of India had put a reasonably good guide map there. I tried to decipher that map, but could not succeed in the first attempt. I started feeling that such maps could be used only after one visited all over the place and returned to the map only to understand what was what. Anyway, with the help of subsequent attempts at the map, we proceeded towards what was once the jewellery market.

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On the road, from Old Pushkar to Bhangarh, Rajasthan

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Approximately 10 kilometers before the Jaipur City, we had to take a turn towards the NH 11 C through Gopalpura Bypass. The journey from Pushkar to Gopalpura Bypass was so far good and pleasant. But, I was desperate to have a cup of tea. Suddenly, I saw a tea-shop, where tea was being prepared on the log-wood-stove. An old lady owner of the shop was preparing tea. I could not resist myself and stopped the car to have a cup of tea prepared on the flames of log-wood. I felt as if I were in rural Rajasthan. Sipping that tea from a disposable cup was a different experience altogether. Such tea-shops are a rare luxury these days. But, while standing there, I was also surprised to see the attire of that lady-owner of the eta shop. She was wearing the thick silver bangles, silver necklace and the silver nose-ring. Either she must be quite rich in her community or wearing such ornaments by a married lady must be a tradition here.

The tea had the desired effect on me. With the renewed energy, we came to the Toll plaza of the Jaipur-Agra Expressway. One of the Aravalli hills had been cut for makingthe way through a tunnel. Being a Sunday afternoon there was no rush there. My wife, however, pointed out that it was the same tunnel which was depicted as the most-accident prone area in the Amir KhanтАЩs тАЬSatyamevJayteтАЭ programme on the road safety. Anyway, we crossed that tunnel without any difficulty and proceeded ahead and continued to our third leg of the journey.

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