“ I wished to travel fast and far, but this was rather a slow travel, but far enough to flow my sins off”- Travel to the divine place.
It was all of a sudden. The nights of day travel always fascinated me. A trip to one of the most divine place in South India . I have been there, bleeding out the dark gel dripping in the veins. The girl who witnessed the 1000 pairs of eyes. I took a look on the black curtain that stood above my head. The clouds are becoming bigger and bigger, slowly in motion. I just like those weather, the weather that promised for an upcoming life. I just realized that there is life in everything we see, we hear and we feel. The trees moved, astrals blinked, waves danced, birds chirped and the smiles in the every faces I glanced gave a swear of happiness. My foot paces were slow, contrasting to the climate. It was all of a sudden, that the dark sky turned to the bright shining blue drape.
I could sense the heat enter into the pores of my body, I could feel the wrecking balls playing inside my head, I was brimming with gratitude. I could hear the chit-chat around me, but those was all a blur. I couldn’t miss those mesmerizing panoramas of the unknown village I was into. Perhaps, it is a kind of metaphor to call so. It wasn’t a city nor a village. But, it was a hodge podge of “cillage” (certainly an irony). The whole area was begging to surrender to its excess cultural beauty. It was the non – metaphorical traditional landscape in the hills of South India. It was like all the streams of culture meeting at the river. The name of the cillage is quite unique and antique – MADURAI.
It was so divine area, with the vast geographical place covering the dieties of different size and power. I was like paining myself, my neck all over, as the tower that welcomed us, was almost touched the morning sky. The towers from all the directions say North, South, West and East made me aww. We slowly moved inwards. It was bright inside.
For a split second, this was like revealing the mystery around me. Later on, I realized that those mystery that I overtook was not just a play of words, it was an experience for a lifetime ,it was a feel of soul that overwhelmed me with joy. A sudden kind of breeze with water drops from near swept my hair and covered a part of me. Perhaps from inside it was uncovering my soul. I moved slowly, foot paces naked, touching the wet grey granite, gracing it’s texture – so soft and so delicate.
I ran my fingers through the pillars around me, there was more than million of pictures running all over it. I was perplexed of what those mean? Who was it’s architect? What was the landscape plan? How long does it took to complete ? My thoughts traveled miles in a minute. I touched through its hard surfaces, it was a zig-zag motion, I was dragged by its scenic beauty – it wasn’t scenic though, it was the hard, erratic sculptures, with millions of symbols carved in the exotic shapes. There was elephants with the larger trunks, snakes with different types and lengths, there was deities carved with different signs. Something got caught my attention, there was a small Idol with the light sandal shade, naked, placed at the top of pillars, just opposite to the west tower. The one leg of that Idol was broken, it wasn’t an intentional break though. It was made broken and the guide was narrating the history of those scenes to the tourists. I was totally euphoric, seeing them near me. Those foreigners added the warmth to the scene, admiring those cultures of India with its deepest sense. “They follow those that they don’t have, teaching us the essence of those that we have”. They seemed like moving the miles, before they explore. They were all like drilling themselves into oneself through those pillars. They gave me a quick glance. I could sense their excitement in their eyes. They seemed like searching the poetry that was embracing them. They bowed and greeted with their wet white hands, trying to imitate the cultures around them.
I slowly set the scenes inside the tower . There was different idols placed at different sides, meeting at the junction. There was a cue ,not huge though. Inside them there was inscriptions carved on the walls, pillars and everywhere.
I could sense those letters, in some geometrical symbol, in my finger receptor cells. I took a closer peep into those dark shadeless signs, from my memory, I could recall that those are the tamilian literatures. Those empires during some BC before had ruled this area of South India, known pandyas . They developed some of the epic arts in literature like Manimeghalayi and silapadhikaram, those arts were reflected in these areas. I could still feel the bounds of my thoughts while I was in the history classes. Those were so challenging days. Inside there was the shiva Idol that woke up the urge in me to go through the shiva trilogies. To the right there was yet another gigantic ganesh Idol, with thick hard black stone carved into a diety shaped with huge eyes, trunk and sort of them. I realized that “exploring the place I was exploring was an eternal exploration”.
I heard the philosophical arguments between the devotees surrounded there. My mom joined them and put forward her visions. Those sequence of their conversation was without science but fuelled with belief. It didn’t took me too long to decipher that belief is stronger than science, as human thinking can change the science with their strong believes. I nodded my head up and down. It looked like I was taking stand to their argument, but I was actually lost in those what my eye receptors had experienced so far.
It was breathtaking and photogenic without photos. There was no need of capturing them onto film, instead it was still alive and fresh in me, still young and bloom, those eternal streets, shops, temple and all the things there. It wasn’t materialistic. I could sense life around me which was immortal.
Eudaimonia – the contented happy state I felt when I travel. It was just a two day trip, but I choreographed the story that could be narrated for 2 generations.
I have miles to go, before I walk….
# Anjana Sundar