Bring History to Life

“Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.” ― Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad: The Diaries of Isabelle EberhardtPhoto by Al_HikesAZ - http://bit.ly/XF2vUL

“Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.” 
― Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad: The Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt

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— 1 year ago
"The farther backward you can look, the farther forward you are likely to see."
Winston Churchill
— 1 year ago
Humayun’s tomb under dark clouds. Now you can buy our Humayun’s tomb Pictoguides right outside the monument at the ASI counters. Buy them and Bring History to Life!Photo by Panoromio under Creative Commons (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/)

Humayun’s tomb under dark clouds. Now you can buy our Humayun’s tomb Pictoguides right outside the monument at the ASI counters. Buy them and Bring History to Life!

Photo by Panoromio under Creative Commons (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/)

— 1 year ago
“Not all those who wander are lost.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsPhoto Claudio Vaccaro under Creative Commons (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/)

“Not all those who wander are lost.” 
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

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— 1 year ago with 2 notes
The Kapaleeshwarar Temple in Mylapore, Chennai. Believed to have been built by the Pallavas in the 7th century AD, historical sources (ancient Tamil songs, hymns & poems) place it at the seashore, though it is 1-1.5 km from the shore. It is thought that the temple was originally at the location of the Basilica of San Thome until the Portuguese demolished it to build the basilica over the place where the remains of St.Thomas are believed to have been interred. The temple was rebuilt in the 16th century at the height of Vijaynagar power. The present gopuram was built in 1903. Photo by Chandrachoodan Gopalakrishnan under Creative Commons (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/)

The Kapaleeshwarar Temple in Mylapore, Chennai. Believed to have been built by the Pallavas in the 7th century AD, historical sources (ancient Tamil songs, hymns & poems) place it at the seashore, though it is 1-1.5 km from the shore. It is thought that the temple was originally at the location of the Basilica of San Thome until the Portuguese demolished it to build the basilica over the place where the remains of St.Thomas are believed to have been interred. The temple was rebuilt in the 16th century at the height of Vijaynagar power. The present gopuram was built in 1903. 

Photo by Chandrachoodan Gopalakrishnan under Creative Commons (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/)

— 1 year ago
Emperor Shahjahan, this you well knew 
Time sweeps away youth, riches, life itself from view.
And yet didn”t you want to render visible 
The grief that consumed your heart and soul? 
Like a clap of thunder, the might of empire 
Fades into the evening sky”s crimson attire. 
Nevertheless, you fervently wished to see 
Your sigh rending the sky eternally! 
Diamonds, rubies, and pearls, things incandescent 
Are all like rainbows - illusions though resplendent, 
Destined in the end to disappear. 
And yet you wanted to allow one teardrop to fall 
And adorn Time”s cheek - white, gleaming Tajmahal! 

O human heart, 
Again and again you depart 
Without looking back at anyone, 
Since there is never any time 
Never, never! 
Swept away by life”s strongly flowing river 
In this world you float from port to port - 
Loading cargo in one wharf only to unload it at another! 
The moment the murmuring of the south wind 
Mesmerizes madhabi creepers in your garden 
Blossoming its border, 
Dusk sets in, scattering petals in the dust. 
But because there is no time; 
In the dew-dropping night 
You dress up your garden again 
With new jasmine 
In late autumn”s tear-filled loveliness! 
O human heart 
All that you saved with your art 
Has to be thrown away 
At the end of night or day 
To the edge of a pathway 
Since there is never any time 
Never, never! 

O Mighty Emperor, that”s why your anxious heart 
Wanted to abduct time”s heart 
By seducing it with a thing of beauty. 
You welcomed it with a wonderful garland 
Woven from formless death”s immortal garment. 
But because grief doesn”t last forever 
And one can”t bewail one”s misfortune year after year. 
Your restless tears 
Wove an everlasting net of eloquent silence. 
You left behind here 
The name you would whisper in your beloved”s ear 
Slowly, softly 
In a secret temple in a moonlit night 
So that it will sound eternally 
And love”s delicate moan 
Find expression in serene stone. 

O Poet-Emperor 
This is the image of your heart 
Your equivalent of Kalidas”s Meghadootam 
Superb, stunning In rhythm and tone 
Reaching heaven 
Where your beloved remains 
Mingled with dawn”s first light
And weary dusk”s sorrow-filled breath. 
And the impalpable beauty of chameli flowers in moonlight - 
From the margins of words once spoken 
Thresholds from which ardent eyes return 
Again and again. 
Your loveliness will be proclaimed everlastingly 
By an envoy who eludes time”s warden 
And who conveys this message wordlessly: ‘Dearest, I haven”t forgotten, haven”t forgotten!” 

With your departure, O Emperor, 
Your empire, like dreams, disappeared, 
Your throne lay shattered, 
Your armies, which had once made earth tremble, 
Became as intangible as Delhi road dust. 
Prisoners no longer sang your praises, 
Musicians no longer strummed tunes 
That mingled with Jamuna”s waves 
Anklets of dancing beauties no longer tinkled in your palaces. 

Dying crickets made the night sky moan. 
But your envoy stayed unstained and unwearied, 
Slighting the rise and fall of empires 
Slighting the seesaw of life and death 
Uttering through the ages the one refrain ‘Dearest, I haven”t forgotten, haven”t forgotten!” 

But that”s a lie - who says you haven”t forgotten? 
Who says you didn”t keep the lid of memory”s cage open? 
Has your heart been able to confine 
The ever-receding darkness of the past? 
Hasn”t it managed by now to break away,
Moving across oblivion”s freeway? 
Tombs stay solemn forever 
The world”s dust set in Shrouding death in memory”s casing. 
But who can keep life from moving on? 
Each star of the sky keeps calling, 
Sending invitations everywhere 
In the light of breaking day. 
Crossing the barriers of memory In the paths of the world 
Freely it speeds away, Emperor, no empire could ever contain you
O Mighty One, not even earth 
Nourished though it is endlessly by oceans, 
Could cover you up 
And so when life”s festival concluded 
You abandoned earth as if it was a mere pot of clay! 
Because you are mightier than your fame 
Your soul journeys on again and again 
Leaving behind the deeds that made your name 
And so your remnants remain 
Though you are gone. 
The love that knows not how to go on 
The love that blocks its path with its throne
For all its extravagant address 
Would no more stick to your dress 
Than would dust on a pathway 
And you would let it end up as dust. 
And thus you let it spread behind you 
And let grief”s seed sprout skyward 
Singing solemnly - ‘As far as I can see 
That traveller is gone His beloved couldn”t hold him back 
His empire has let him go 
Neither mountains nor oceans barred his way. 
And to this day his chariot speeds on. 
At night”s invitation and the music of the stars 
Towards the portals of dawn. 
And with the weight of memory
I lie So that unburdened he can fly.” 

                                 - Rabindranath Tagore

Emperor Shahjahan, this you well knew 

Time sweeps away youth, riches, life itself from view.

And yet didn”t you want to render visible 

The grief that consumed your heart and soul? 

Like a clap of thunder, the might of empire 

Fades into the evening sky”s crimson attire. 

Nevertheless, you fervently wished to see 

Your sigh rending the sky eternally! 

Diamonds, rubies, and pearls, things incandescent 

Are all like rainbows - illusions though resplendent, 

Destined in the end to disappear. 

And yet you wanted to allow one teardrop to fall 

And adorn Time”s cheek - white, gleaming Tajmahal! 

O human heart, 

Again and again you depart 

Without looking back at anyone, 

Since there is never any time 

Never, never! 

Swept away by life”s strongly flowing river 

In this world you float from port to port - 

Loading cargo in one wharf only to unload it at another! 

The moment the murmuring of the south wind 

Mesmerizes madhabi creepers in your garden 

Blossoming its border, 

Dusk sets in, scattering petals in the dust. 

But because there is no time; 

In the dew-dropping night 

You dress up your garden again 

With new jasmine 

In late autumn”s tear-filled loveliness! 

O human heart 

All that you saved with your art 

Has to be thrown away 

At the end of night or day 

To the edge of a pathway 

Since there is never any time 

Never, never! 

O Mighty Emperor, that”s why your anxious heart 

Wanted to abduct time”s heart 

By seducing it with a thing of beauty. 

You welcomed it with a wonderful garland 

Woven from formless death”s immortal garment. 

But because grief doesn”t last forever 

And one can”t bewail one”s misfortune year after year. 

Your restless tears 

Wove an everlasting net of eloquent silence. 

You left behind here 

The name you would whisper in your beloved”s ear 

Slowly, softly 

In a secret temple in a moonlit night 

So that it will sound eternally 

And love”s delicate moan 

Find expression in serene stone. 

O Poet-Emperor 

This is the image of your heart 

Your equivalent of Kalidas”s Meghadootam 

Superb, stunning In rhythm and tone 

Reaching heaven 

Where your beloved remains 

Mingled with dawn”s first light

And weary dusk”s sorrow-filled breath. 

And the impalpable beauty of chameli flowers in moonlight - 

From the margins of words once spoken 

Thresholds from which ardent eyes return 

Again and again. 

Your loveliness will be proclaimed everlastingly 

By an envoy who eludes time”s warden 

And who conveys this message wordlessly: ‘Dearest, I haven”t forgotten, haven”t forgotten!” 

With your departure, O Emperor, 

Your empire, like dreams, disappeared, 

Your throne lay shattered, 

Your armies, which had once made earth tremble, 

Became as intangible as Delhi road dust. 

Prisoners no longer sang your praises, 

Musicians no longer strummed tunes 

That mingled with Jamuna”s waves 

Anklets of dancing beauties no longer tinkled in your palaces. 

Dying crickets made the night sky moan. 

But your envoy stayed unstained and unwearied, 

Slighting the rise and fall of empires 

Slighting the seesaw of life and death 

Uttering through the ages the one refrain ‘Dearest, I haven”t forgotten, haven”t forgotten!” 

But that”s a lie - who says you haven”t forgotten? 

Who says you didn”t keep the lid of memory”s cage open? 

Has your heart been able to confine 

The ever-receding darkness of the past? 

Hasn”t it managed by now to break away,

Moving across oblivion”s freeway? 

Tombs stay solemn forever 

The world”s dust set in Shrouding death in memory”s casing. 

But who can keep life from moving on? 

Each star of the sky keeps calling, 

Sending invitations everywhere 

In the light of breaking day. 

Crossing the barriers of memory In the paths of the world 

Freely it speeds away, Emperor, no empire could ever contain you

O Mighty One, not even earth 

Nourished though it is endlessly by oceans, 

Could cover you up 

And so when life”s festival concluded 

You abandoned earth as if it was a mere pot of clay! 

Because you are mightier than your fame 

Your soul journeys on again and again 

Leaving behind the deeds that made your name 

And so your remnants remain 

Though you are gone. 

The love that knows not how to go on 

The love that blocks its path with its throne

For all its extravagant address 

Would no more stick to your dress 

Than would dust on a pathway 

And you would let it end up as dust. 

And thus you let it spread behind you 

And let grief”s seed sprout skyward 

Singing solemnly - ‘As far as I can see 

That traveller is gone His beloved couldn”t hold him back 

His empire has let him go 

Neither mountains nor oceans barred his way. 

And to this day his chariot speeds on. 

At night”s invitation and the music of the stars 

Towards the portals of dawn. 

And with the weight of memory

I lie So that unburdened he can fly.” 

                                 - Rabindranath Tagore

— 1 year ago
Part of the City Palace in Jaipur, Rajasthan. Find out more about this exquisite structure here - 
http://www.goplaces.in/destinations/attractions/?act=viewDetails&atid=35#countryid_1
Photo by Dixie Lawrence under Creative Commons (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/)

Part of the City Palace in Jaipur, Rajasthan. Find out more about this exquisite structure here - 

http://www.goplaces.in/destinations/attractions/?act=viewDetails&atid=35#countryid_1


Photo by Dixie Lawrence under Creative Commons (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/)

— 1 year ago
Hemakuta Hill, the loftiest of the hills around Hampi and the best place to see all the ruins of the lost city of Vijaynagar, the true extent of this medieval megalopolis, just as the sun rises or sets.Photo by Rahul R under Creative Commons (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/)
 
Hemakuta Hill, the loftiest of the hills around Hampi and the best place to see all the ruins of the lost city of Vijaynagar, the true extent of this medieval megalopolis, just as the sun rises or sets.

Photo by Rahul R under Creative Commons (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/)

 

— 1 year ago

The facade of the Birla Mandir in Jaipur, Rajasthan. Find out more about this magnificent structure here - http://www.goplaces.in/destinations/attractions/?act=viewDetails&atid=32#countryid_1Photo by Justin Gaurav Murgai under Creative Commons (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/)

The facade of the Birla Mandir in Jaipur, Rajasthan. Find out more about this magnificent structure here - http://www.goplaces.in/destinations/attractions/?act=viewDetails&atid=32#countryid_1

Photo by Justin Gaurav Murgai under Creative Commons (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/)

— 1 year ago
Where the Streets have no name, in Jaisalmer, Rajasthan.Photo by Shubham under Creative Commons (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/)

Where the Streets have no name, in Jaisalmer, Rajasthan.

Photo by Shubham under Creative Commons (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/)

— 1 year ago with 1 note