Saturday, January 3, 2009

Tajmahal - A Tribute to Beauty


Agra, once the capital of the Mughal Empire during the 16th and early 18th centuries, is one and a half hours by express train from New Delhi. Tourists from all over the world visit Agra not to see the ruins of the red sandstone fortress built by the Mughal emperors but to make a pilgrimage to Taj Mahal India’s most famous architectural wonder, in a land where magnificent temples and edificies abound to remind visitors about the rich civilization of a country that is slowly but surely lifting itself into an





industrialized society.
The postcard picture of Taj Mahal does not adequately convey the legend, the poetry and the romance that shroud what Rabindranath Tagore calls "a teardrop on the cheek of time". Taj Mahal means "Crown Palace" and is in fact the most well preserved and architecturally beautiful tomb in the world. It is best described by the English poet, Sir Edwin Arnold, as "Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor’s love wrought in living stones." It is a celebration of woman built in marble and that’s the way to appreciate it.
Taj Mahal stands on the bank of River Yamuna, which otherwise serves as a wide moat defending the Great Red Fort of Agra, the center of the Mughal emperors until they moved their capital to Delhi in 1637. It was built by the fifth Mughal emperor, Shah Jahan in 1631 in memory of his second wife, Mumtaz Mahal, a Muslim Persian princess. She died while accompanying her husband in Burhanpur in a campaign to crush a rebellion after giving birth to their 14th child. The death so crushed the emperor that all his hair and beard were said to have grown snow white in a few months.
When Mumtaz Mahal was still alive, she extracted four promises from the emperor: first, that he build the Taj; second, that he should marry again; third, that he be kind to their children; and fourth, that he visit the tomb on her death anniversary. He kept the first and second promises. Construction began in 1631 and was completed in 22 years. Twenty thousand people were deployed to work on it. The material was brought in from all over India and central Asia and it took a fleet of 1000 elephants to transport it to the site. It was designed by the Iranian architect Ustad Isa and it is best appreciated when the architecture and its adornments are linked to the passion that inspired it. It is a "symbol of eternal love".
The Taj rises on a high red sandstone ba




se topped by a huge white marble terrace on which rests the famous dome flanked by four tapering minarets. Within the dome lies the jewel-inlaid cenotaph of the queen. So exquisite is the workmanship that the Taj has been described as "having been designed by giants and finished by jewellers". The only asymmetrical object in the Taj is the casket of the emperor which was built beside the queen’s as an afterthought. The emperor was deposed by his son and imprisoned in the Great Red Fort for eight years but was buried in the Taj. During his imprisonment, he had a view of the Taj.
As a tribute to a beautiful woman and as a monument for enduring love, the Taj reveals its subtleties when one visits it without being in a hurry. The rectangular base of Taj is in itself symbolic of the different sides from which to view a beautiful woman. The main gate is like a veil to a woman’s face which should be lifted delicately, gently and without haste on the wedding night. In indian tradition the veil is lifted gently to reveal the beauty of the bride. As one stands inside the main gate of Taj, his eyes are directed to an arch which frames the Taj.
The dome is made of white marble, but the tomb is set against the plain across the river and it is this background that works its magic of colours that, through their reflection, change the view of the Taj. The colours change at different hours of the day and during different seasons. Like a jewel, the Taj sparkles in moonlight when the semi-precious stones inlaid into the white marble on the main mausoleum catch the glow of the moon. The Taj is pinkish in the morning, milky white in the evening and golden when the moon shines. These changes, they say, depict the different moods of woman.
Different people have different views of the Taj but it would be enough to say that the Taj has a life of its own that leaps out of marble, provided you understand that it is a monument of love. As an architectural masterpiece, nothing could be added or substracted from it.

Ghana Kwame Nkrumah Mausoleum


While walking past the Kwame Nkrmah Memorial Park, it seemed strange that the most obvious entrance was closed with a fence, where it was also forbidden to take pictres. This is probably an entrance normally only used for special occasions. The visitor entrance is around the corner. After buying your ticket, I had a stroll in the pleasant gardens with old and newly planted trees from dignitaries of other cou

ntries. When I reached the central area of the prk, it turned out that the fountains were all silnt. I could see the many statues of music players, and could only imagine what it would look like with fountains of water.

U.S.A. Times Square

Modern cities often lack a true central area like old cities once did: a square with a small park, some benches, and space to go for a stroll and talk to friends. New York does have a central square, though, which is where the arteries of the city come together and where you can find the pulsating heart of the city: Times Square. Not even actually a square but merely an intersection between Seventh Avenue and Broadway, Times Square got its name from the New York Times office buildings that were built here in 1904. The headquarter building that stands at the southern end of the square, is no longer in use by the New York Times which moved to a different location around the corner.

Bahrain Bahrain Fort


Soon after leaving the modern city of Manama behind, I took the turn-off for Bahrain Fort. I started walking from a group of houses with colourful murals; Barain Fort dominates the surroundings and looms over you from here. But it is only when you come clser that you appreciate the size of the fort. Only then do you see the deep moat, and do you realze how high and massive the walls of the fort are. Moreover, it is only when you come close to the bridge leading to the access gate of the fort, that you see the ruins of one of the ancient settleents. Bahrain Fort is more than a fort: it is a pile of settlements, one on top of the other.

South Korea


They say that you have not seen Gyeongju if you have not climbed Namsan, or South Muntain, south of the city. In fact, before exploring the city itself, I directly headed to Nmsan on my first morning in Gyeongju. The weather was very nice: a clear sky, in which the sun proved so strong still that even on this December morning, the temperature was getting pleasant. At the foot of Namsan, I saw Baeri Tombs, in which royals of the Silla kingdom are buried. From here, the path went directly up the mountain. I quickly warmed up and had to take of coat and sweater, even though some small streams of Namsan were frozen. Following English signs as well as Koreans walking up, I discovered some of the Buddha images carved out in the rocks of Namsan and statues. Most of them are on small paths leading off the main path.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Iceland Jökulsárlón


Iceland
Jökulsárlón

As the first daylight was chasing away the darkness of night, I was still driving towards Jökulsárlón. Slowly, the landscape around me, which I had no clue what it looked like, was taking shape. Mighty glaciers and mountains on my left, a flat landscape reaching to the Atlantic on my right. When I crossed the bridge at Jökulsárlón, I decided to go to the beach first, for a good view of sunrise. When I got closer, I noticed strange formations on the shoreline. As I reached the sea, an otherworldly scene unfolded before my eyes. The black beach appeared to be littered with chunks of ice, small and big, all in different, unique shapes. Some looked like big diamonds, m

eticulously shaped, while others were still plump masses of bluish-white ice. I immediately understood: the ice calving off Breiðamerkurjökull glacier eventually floats to the sea, where it gets washed ashore. As the temperature is around or below zero, the ice does not melt. Instead, the constant working of the Atlantic waves on the ice turns them into oddly shaped, sometimes delicate works of art. I stayed at the beach to soa

k in and enjoy the scene of blocks of ice being battered by the sea, and the odd view of a black beach completely full of ice. The scene left me in awe.


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