Even though every day, slowly months and years seem to pass as fast as they arrive; January is special because first so much celebration already happens even before it arrives that half of it leaves while many still living hungover or in the previous year.
Yet for me it was bringing some change that i could experientially notice, and drastic at that. Father had a near death experience so much that one night sleeping outside Hospital, in the boot of a car made me succumb to the emotions of not having a father anymore. Those five hospital days were special in a strange and new kind of way. Father eventually came back strongly, and is on his way to retain good health.
But still something changed in me. Probably the essence of time. How so much is often so little. Hence January had to be celebrated, in the only few way i can. Working, walking, writing better.
Ever since the seed of working on Delhi’s past and present has yielded, i had been moving around finding or trying to find right people, old people, seeing landscapes in a light to direct them to receive me well. My January was all about this seeing.
Sharing some images from 31 days of newness.
Agrasen ki Baoli is among those few step-wells in Delhi that boast of a single-flight staircase, splendid architecture and ancient engineering skills. One of the oldest monuments and the best-preserved step-well in Delhi. There is no clear historical record about when the magnificent Agrasen ki Baoli was built and by whom. However, many historians suggest that it was constructed during the period of the Mahabharata by none other than the legendary king of Agroha, named Maharaja Agrasen.
On one very foggy morning while filming around the forest alongside Yamuna.
Hundreds of people and even more come to this city in search of work and whatnot. The ones who could not find any work or roof, comes to stay with Yamuna. Here, a man washes himself in the river.
In old Delhi during a walk, peeli kothi literally meaning Yellow Mansion.
This meeting was very interesting. I saw Vishnu on the banks loitering around when subtly he took off his sweater and slippers and started finding something in the river.
Every full moon either on no moon people come to pray to the river and leave or throw some coins. Vishnu who had come to Delhi 21 years ago from Nepal, when he himself was 21 is searching for those coins here. While i sat looking over, he did find some money. Upon asking, we sat for many a minutes talking about his life and what this river means to him, and he said, this river is my only mother now. She provides me everything i need.
It was a long conversation, as i even tried to ask, know why hasn’t he gone back home. What is his family is looking for him? He said, i don’t know. I am afraid what will they say!
Afraid for 21 years!!
Most of my time in January went documenting and recording oral history around the river Yamuna and the most ancient Nigambodh bank, where it is believed that Brahma, the lord of creation had bathed and recovered his lost memory of the Vedas, hence the name Nigambodh, literally meaning the realisation of Knowledge.
Still an ongoing process. Meanwhile, February seems to be ascending towards more revelations of this oldest, natural Capital. Why natural? We will know when the time comes.
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If today is the first time you have arrived on The Road to Nara, you are heartily welcome ~ Namaste
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And I will take this opportunity to introduce you to About me and importantly;
As a Traveller, my lessons from ten years on the Road , even though its been many more, before you coarse on your own Road to Nara.
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