Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Musafir

Few days back, with all my paraphernalia, I went for a walk to the Qutb Complex. I grew up hearing a lot about the Qutb Minar. Doesn't it look like a crafty pencil from the metro station? 
 An aunty living next door recalls her experience of Qutb Complex-
“Ah! Nice place for recreation.
I liked the construction but it also seemed plundered.
 The designs were artistic, though quite ambiguous.
 I don’t remember much but yes…we clicked a lot of selfies!!”

It feels good that we live in a country with rich cultural heritage. But as a matter of fact, these cultural sites (for most of us) are sheer touristy structures.

For me as well, these were pride taking edifices but these are much more than this. Ahead of the red sandstone structures are times gone by. From the Alai Darwaza to the Iltutmish tomb to the Khilji madarsa, the expertise of the then architects can be seen. It is true that visiting this place has truly inspired me as it has elevated my understanding of the cultural aspects of that period and why they are what they are.

Stepping inside the complex, I learnt about the true and the false/ corbel arch. Initially, to me, the curve meant to be just like another doorway. Alai Darwaza has the only true arch in the whole complex.

Moving further, the beautiful designs on the stone pillars in the Quwwat-ul -Islam complex interested me. Actually, the mosque was built, rather restructured, on the ruins of Hindu-Jain temples. Since Islam doesn’t allow Hindu symbols, many human figures were disfigured, especially the faces. The pillars outside the mosque are plain and the ones inside are ornate. The bell and ‘kalash’ motifs are prominent. The Alai Darwaza too is richly carved with geometrical inscriptions and the horse shoe arches are decorated with lotus bud motifs.

I remember, what had happened inside the Iltutmish tomb. I sat on the grave oblivion of the fact that it was the cenotaph which is to be revered. Ignorance rules the world. Isn’t it? For a layman, it is just a marble structure. Just in front of the cenotaph is a mihrab which is the doorway to ‘Jannat’. That’s why we say, “Life is lived forwards, but understood backwards.”

Terms like squinch and arabesque seemed alien to us before, but now we use them flamboyantly in our vocabulary. Efforts were made to amalgamate Hindu and Islamic architecture and the instances can be seen in the entire complex.

The heavily decorated interior of the Iltutmish tomb lies in sharp contrast to the Khilji tomb which appears to be in ruins. The presence of the grave and a symbolic mihrab shows that Aluddin khilji had detached him from the material culture.

Qutb Minar is a kind of face of Delhi. The very sight of Qutb Minar was amazing. The cylindrical shafts separated by balconies, honey comb designs, floral motifs, arabesque and other inscriptions make it no less beautiful. Even the “Lohe ki Laath” (the Iron Pillar) is incredible. The hallmark of Indian scientific technology, this magical rust free pillar goes back to 400 CE.


After visiting the monuments, I have developed a certain sense of understanding of our own identity and of course, the culture. In the metro my time passed reminiscing the walk. Now, next time if I go to Gurugram, the very spectacle of Qutb Minar is going to freshen up the history behind it!


Friday, 13 May 2016

“GENTLY FALLS THE BAKULA”

Well! Most probably in class 3, we had read a story of a boy whose parents gifted him a canary on his birthday. Initially, he nurtured the bird with utmost care but after a few days, his caring attitude shrunk to zero.  Alas! The poor animal died one day following the lad’s slackness.

Relationships are ditto. A “relationship” perishes when it is not cultivated well. Perseverance, patience, love, time and care are the ingredients required for a healthy relationship …“Gently Falls The Bakula” hinges on the same theme.  It’s a story of a marriage turned sour.

The prolific writer, Sudha Murthy, has precisely captured the reality of the society, in fact of the corporate world, in a book. The simple language laden with an intense theme adds additional stars to the beauty of the novel.

The novel lingers around Shrikant and Shrimati , who are neighbours . Also they are classmates and more than that, tough competitors. Bakula holds great significance in the novel as it is the bakula flower only which first attracts shrikant towards shrimati. Love blooms between   them during their higher studies. Shrikant pursues engineering from IIT, Bombay. But distance doesn’t diminish the love between ‘Shri’ and Shrimati. To put it better, the relationship stands the test of time and distance. Every time Shrimati writes to Shri, she attaches a bakula flower to the letter and these attachments are symbolic of the fact that the fragrance of their love would never go away. Though, the families of the two are engaged in a feud but still the love birds tie a knot.

But fate has something else in store for the couple. Behind every man’s success, there is a woman. This statement is true as far as the story is concerned.  Shrikant climbs the corporate ladder steadily whereas Shrimati acts like air under his wings. The horse vision of Shri makes him overlook Shrimati’s aspirations. Be it doing a job for the sake of her in-laws or putting on hold her studies; be it suppressing her motherly instinct or craving for Shri’s love and time…Shrimati bears it all. She curbs her own dreams; her love for History. But Shri just doesn’t acknowledge Shrimati’s silent support. Rather he uses her as a tool; a tool that is intelligent and who, he knows would never voice anything. True! “When favours are expected, then they are not appreciated” and henceforth, things are bound to go downhill.

Shrimati’s life takes a somersault when she gains deeper insight into the fact as how she makes her husband’s dream hers and in the process digresses from her own path and loses not only her identity but her self-esteem as well!!

So, what do you think she does next?
Does she carry on with her deplorable life or does she break free?
Does she chase her passion for History?
What becomes of her relationship with Shrikant whom she had loved so much?

Whatsoever happens in end, one thing that is obvious is that Sudha Murthy etches her characters wonderfully and the message in her books leaves you introspecting and brooding. The bakula tree whose flowers once stood for the love between Shrikant and Shrimati collapses sadly. The fragrance of their love disappears. And hence, the bakula gently falls!!


Harshita Kaushik