Today’s date has been exciting everyone around. A leading newspaper turned it into a sales promotion strategy. Its trending on twitter . Mark of a beginning or an end? Somewhere in our subconscious the need to start all over again manifests in our belief that this date is special and heralds spiritual transformation. Lets look at it numerologicaly. 12, added up to 3, itself is the strong number standing for the triangular. A compact number with a lot of energy. In a solid form the triangle stands for the pyramid and cone. Kind of similar to the Mayan Tower below:
Why I choose, this place is that Pathankot was actually “‘Paithan’ and ‘Kot’, two independent provinces which were estranged by the river Chakki. (The river has since dried and all remains is a bed of rocks which are extensively (and illegally) mined.) However, when the British documented these regions in their official registers, they mistakenly combined both the names and recorded them as ‘Pathankot’. Could References on the net, indicate that this may have been Paithan, the same as from the Indus valley civilization ? . So, around 4812 years old.
So, what 12-12-12 will bring lets anticipate is a transformation and not an Apocalypse. We will again be waiting for 21-12-2012 as per the last entry in the Mayan calenders, (which some say is incorrectly deducted)
These are spontaneous thoughts and personal deductions. Kindly do not refer to this for any numerological/historical accuracy.
I am not overly fond of visiting temples. This particular temple was in the ruins of an old fort, some 20 kms away from my home. A chance drive today till the Fort Area revealed to me more than I was prepared to take in. An unmarked road led us up the hill to the ruins of the fort.
A board outside the fort by the Archeological Survey of India, announced that there was a fine & imprisonment for any defacing or causing harm to the monument, but nothing about its historical relevance.
Monkeys greeted me at the entrance of the fort area. Further inside a secondary school was housed in the structure. Barren land and a couple of tourists were walking around, probablly finding something worthwhile to do with their evening, just like we were as well.
An old man was folding his rug after a seista in a nearby temple. He seemed to live there, but could again not give me much about the history of the monument. Some kind of faint artwork covered all the four walls around me.
It was then that I saw. Beautiful intricate paintings covered the walls of the temple from top to bottom.It was like a story, but which I could not decipher.Centuries had chipped the paint off the walls. Some of which had been left there had been repainted over by coats of distemper, proudly by a local painter. Some of which was left on those walls is documented below.
In my belief, it could have been some of the finest work that I have seen so far. (My benchmark being the Miniature gallery of the National Museum in Delhi). But sadly now, what remains is a faint picture of the glory of the Art form.