A thrilling drive to Malshej Ghat in these Isuzu beasts @isuzudmaxvcross and then trying the local Maharashtrain flavors of the ghats especially the mutton prepared in the pit (Matti Paka Mutton) along with other authentic local dishes all thanks to @sajbythelake
Out of all the things I remember about Kolkata, I remember walking down the streets of Kumartuli very vividly. On our first day itself, a friend of mine took me there to witness the yearly, grand Durga puja prep. From artisans trying to carve out the most beautiful idols of maa Durga to civilians trying to capture every detail of the festive fervour in their cameras, it was everything one could have imagined it would be. However, what got my unwavering attention were the age-old houses and mansions of Kolkata dotting the edges of these streets. Most of them were plain ruins. Some of them, left as it is, some of them restored for living. These old, dilapidated buildings and Havelis had a daunting story to tell. The story of how the world around them was rapidly changing, developing. Yet here they stood. Decaying to their last bits. Withering. With their history, untouched. And their valour, untold. The silence and nothingness that surrounded them were quite saddening.
But then I looked around and a thought popped up in my mind, don't we all have some old wounds and scars festering inside us, resembling these very ruins. We keep them buried in the closet of our hearts. We let them rot for years, like pillaged and abandoned cities after wars.
Why? Probably because we're too attached to let go. Probably because we're too afraid of facing the truths that we already know. But then, there comes a day when we have to be brave enough to visit these ruins again. To mend and to restore them. To bring them back to their glory, piece by piece, and transform them into something beautiful, no matter how much hurting it might bring us along the process.
The tomb of the fifth Nawab of Lucknow is found in the former Kaiserbagh, close to the banks of the Gomti. Wajid Ali Shah, the last nawab dreamed of a palace complex that would be a paradise on earth with large gardens that would be an ideal place for his very many dance dramas and general poetic temperament
The palace and gardens were mostly destroyed in 1857 during the British siege. Soldiers ran amok, smashing doors and breaking into rooms in search of portable loot. The things that they could not carry like marble statues, furniture, heavy draperies and massive jade bowls, they striated in a frenzy of destruction. After the siege, the remnants of large palace complexes, mosques, and big kothis were seized and demolished by British forces to stop them being used as cover from fire and so that “mutineers were taught a lesson”. A similar fate was passed over the mughal city of Delhi