A Month ago i have been to golconda fort with raghu, lakshmi, kala and prudhvi. As a kid i was always bewitched with kings and stories about them. Ever wondered how a palace looked like or the ways of the kings seem like? I was in a state of limbo like many,until I visited Golconda fort. And this one has a lot to offer. This fort echoes the benevolence of the nizams. This place reveals the majestic lifestyle of the nizams. Embellished with finely structured fountain at the fore , a walk through the garden is refreshing. The speaks eloquently of the marvelous architecture of the dynasty. The closet of the gallantry reflects the valor of the warriors. one cannot take their eyes off
There was a little old man who talked to us . he was the groundskeeper of this place. he said “What We Do In Life Echoes In Eternity.” Do you beleive in this? When i was told abt this by that little old man, i was attracted outright, in a flash. Because for me eternity has a substantial meaning only in mathematics. And perhaps only in math we can define it and only a mathematician has the preprogative of daring to talk about eternity(infinity). And i marveled as how come this little old man talking about it?
Nobody knows the authenticity of this. I visited this place as a young teenager. It left a bigger impression on me then any of the meuseums, i had ever visited till now . He explained us that most of the people are buried here. I wondered how old they could be? Some are from wars of boats and things like that. But most of them were of abnormal death. I always liked the idea of all those unknown people who lost in the world. When I was a little kid I thought if none of your family or friends knew u are dead then its like not really being dead .People can invent the best and worst for u. Then we came across a grave. And this little old man told us that it is the one he remembered the most about. When she died she was only 22 That meant much to me because that is also my age .Now I am 1 year older and she is stil 22 ..i guess. That’s funny!!
Nobody knows the authenticity of this. I visited this place as a young teenager. It left a bigger impression on me then any of the meuseums, i had ever visited till now . He explained us that most of the people are buried here. I wondered how old they could be? Some are from wars of boats and things like that. But most of them were of abnormal death. I always liked the idea of all those unknown people who lost in the world. When I was a little kid I thought if none of your family or friends knew u are dead then its like not really being dead .People can invent the best and worst for u. Then we came across a grave. And this little old man told us that it is the one he remembered the most about. When she died she was only 22 That meant much to me because that is also my age .Now I am 1 year older and she is stil 22 ..i guess. That’s funny!!
Sometimes I feel like talking to someone, don’t know with whom and don’t know what exactly to talk.. but this strange and mysterious feeling kills me.
I remember my childhood as a magical time. I remember when my mother first told me about death. My grandmother just died and my whole family witnessed it in Hyderabad. I was about 9 , 9 ½ years old. Anyway, I was in the backyard playing and my brother just taught me how to take the garden hose and do it in such a way ..it sprayed into the sun and it would make a rainbow. And so I was doing that, and through the mist I could see my grandmother.
And she was just standing there, smiling at me. And , and.. i held it there for a long time
And I looked at her, And finally I let go the nozzle off., and then I dropped the hose, and she disappeared . And so I run back inside and tell my parents and they sit me down and give me this big rap down..when people die you would never see them again and how would I imagine it. But I knew I saw that and I was glad I saw that. I have nevse seen anything like that since. But I don’t know. Its just let me know how ambiguous everything around us was. Even Death.
I remember my childhood as a magical time. I remember when my mother first told me about death. My grandmother just died and my whole family witnessed it in Hyderabad. I was about 9 , 9 ½ years old. Anyway, I was in the backyard playing and my brother just taught me how to take the garden hose and do it in such a way ..it sprayed into the sun and it would make a rainbow. And so I was doing that, and through the mist I could see my grandmother.
And she was just standing there, smiling at me. And , and.. i held it there for a long time
And I looked at her, And finally I let go the nozzle off., and then I dropped the hose, and she disappeared . And so I run back inside and tell my parents and they sit me down and give me this big rap down..when people die you would never see them again and how would I imagine it. But I knew I saw that and I was glad I saw that. I have nevse seen anything like that since. But I don’t know. Its just let me know how ambiguous everything around us was. Even Death.
And then I forgotten about the whole thing.. well, I guess I never really forgotten about that thing.
Some impressions make permanent memories leaving one with indelible thoughts. This trip is one of those kinds for me.
2 comments:
This Blog is really Beautifull
I am much impressed by the way he described his feelings
Adi do post many blogs so that we can get good knowledge and share our feelings with u
nice to know how u feeling abt things like life and death..
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