Showing posts with label Worship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Worship. Show all posts

November 14, 2012

Kali Puja, Durgapur


Today is Diwali, the Hindu festival of lights & crackers. It is believed that on this day, King Rama returned to his kingdom in Ayodhya (in modern day Uttar Pradesh) after spending 14 years in exile in the various forests of the country, & since it was a (dark) new moon night, the people of Ayodhya welcomed him by lighting lamps at their doorsteps & terraces & boundary walls, & at all those places where they could place a lamp. Hindus believe Rama to be an ideal human being – epitomising the qualities of “Dharma” (literally “religion”, but actually meaning “a way of life”), & of course he is also considered by many as an incarnation of Lord Vishnu, the Hindu God of life & preservation. During his exile, which was a result of a plot by his step-mother Kekeyi who wanted to place her own son Bharata on the throne of Ayodhya, Rama travelled as far as Lanka (which is supposedly the modern island of Sri Lanka) to free his wife Sita who was treacherously kidnapped & imprisoned in a garden-orchard by Ravana, the lord of Lanka, often believed to be an embodiment of evil itself & portrayed with ten heads & ridiculously large moustaches. As I had promised in the “Navaratris” post (refer Pixelated Memories - Navaratris if you still don't know what Navaratris are, or just to see the photographs), I shall be covering more of festivities & celebrations in this blog. However this post is not about Diwali – sadly, once again I am struck in Durgapur where Diwali is not celebrated with as much gaiety as North India. Instead, Bengalis celebrate Kali Puja (“Puja” = "worship") on the day of Diwali. Huge pandals (tents made after covering humongous bamboo scaffoldings with cloth & other decorative material) are set up according to a pre-decided theme, wherein an idol of Goddess Kali is housed. Visitors come & go, each one with hands folded & heads bowed reverentially in front of the idol. The pandal theme usually shows one or the other cultural &/or traditional aspect, sometimes seemingly bizarre, for instance I have seen pandals made with jute & coir to promote the local cottage industry, & I have also seen pandals designed to look like the Egyptian Sphinx, complete with varied hieroglyphics & housing a Kali idol where the treasure was supposed to be!!


Pandal - Benachity Market, Durgapur, 2012


While in the rest of the country, Goddess Lakshmi, the Hindu Goddess of wealth & prosperity, & a sister of Kali, is worshipped, Bengalis worship Kali – the dark skinned Goddess of death & destruction, often considered to be an embodiment of time itself. Kali is the consort of Lord Shiva, the Hindu God of death, & while Shiva himself wears serpents as his neckpieces, Kali wears a necklace made out of severed demonic heads, her tongue jutting out of her mouth thirsting for blood, & her swords & scimitars flashing their sharp blades. She is the annihilator of evil forces, who runs around naked, killing demons & wrongdoers in her wake, & consuming everything around herself like an ever-growing fire. The image of Kali is a fierce one, several of my friends avoid going to even the famous Kali temples (such as Kalighat, Calcutta, refer Pixelated Memories - Kalighat) & idol-making workshops since they are terrified of these images. But not me!! A day before Diwali, & we (that is, me & my friends Kshitish & Aakash) find ourselves standing outside a workshop where Kali idols are made by skilled artisans in anticipation of this day.


The dark one


The workshop is in Benachity, which is a large market place in the heart of Durgapur (which literally means “the land of Durga”, Durga is another sister of Kali). We aren’t afraid of Kali – she is also the bestower of boons, a mother diety, who when appeased fulfils one’s desires & helps overcome all obstacles. She is also associated with sex, lust & tantra (which has come to be associated only with Black Magic & Voodoo, but is also the appeasement of Goddess for financial & health gains, as well as attainment of “Moksha” – independence from worldly shackles & bonds & an inculcation into the “Supreme Being”). Tantra also considers Kali as the primordial deity, who devours everything, even the Gods themselves, at the end of creation. She is Shakti, the bestower of strength & power.


Naked divinity


Kali Puja is one of the foremost festivals in Bengal, & idol-making is a big business here (just like effigy-making is in Tatarpur, see Pixelated Memories - Ravana making in Tatarpur, New Delhi ), with the entire families helping out in the process – which begins with accumulating the proper kind of soil & sand to create the idol’s framework, & includes the designing of frame, painting it in vivid colours, & decking it up with beads, decorative accessories & cloth in dazzling shades. The artists who make these idols are skilled & design these idols in a uniform manner, but with varying colours & an assortment of forms – so there are idols varying in size from 3-30 feet, coloured blue, black, or cream & covered with white, red, or yellow tiaras. Kali is usually shown naked in order to show her transcending the boundaries of consciousness by not covering her femininity, however since many patrons prefer not to take the naked Goddess home, there are even versions covered with beautiful transparent cloth – in shocking red, white & greens.


Spoiled for choice!!


The idols at times do look scary indeed, the blood-red tongues darting out of the black & blue faces, the three eyes, the dishevelled hair, the large headgear shining in the little rays of light that are able to enter the dingy & dark workshops, the waist girdle made with severed hands of dead men, & the neck pendants made of evil-looking heads. Often the Goddess is shown carrying skulls & thigh bones, rather than swords & battle axes, making her even more ferocious. But then, always her two right hands are shown showering blessings & favour on devotees & easing their pain & terror at her appearance.


Is she on our side??


The workshop in Benachity belonged to one Shambo Das, who claimed to be an idol-artist for the past 25 years & believed the Goddess is a harbinger of good luck to him. A modest man, who wanted us to tour the idol-workshops of Calcutta & the rest of Durgapur, before calling his idols stunning, he allowed me to take as many photographs as I wanted to. Here there were even idols of Durga, Shiva, Ganesh (Shiva-Durga’s son, the elephant-headed, pot-bellied God of wisdom, beginnings & goodluck), Ganas (the followers of Shiva, shown as short & stubby men with large tummies & cute expressions) – to portray the entire family of Kali. Of course they forgot that Kali had 8 more sisters (some say they are all incarnations of one another – Bhavani, Gauri, Rajeshwari, etc).


All in the family!!


Then there is the prostrate Shiva who lies under Kali’s feet like a mattress, the snakes clinging to his body flinging violently, their aggressive expressions in contrast to Shiva’s calm & soothing face. According to one myth, when Kali was invoked in the war against the demon Raktabija (literally “Blood-seed”, each drop of blood from his body could assume a new demonic form), she appeared in her wild form & drank all of Raktabija’s blood in order to prevent him from producing more duplicates. But she did not stop after slaying him, but went on destroying friends & foes alike who stood in her path, severing their heads, mutilating their bodies & feasting on their blood & flesh. Soon the balance of the world was disturbed by her destructive activities & ruthlessness, & Lord Shiva was invoked to soothe her. Unable to avail of any method to prevent her from more killing & torture, Shiva went & lay at Kali’s feet, immediately calming her. Since then she is shown standing upon her husband’s body & also to this day, meat & spirits are offered instead of the usual sweets at her temple. Kali Puja sees the sacrifice of numerous goats, buffaloes & fowl at the temples & community prayer grounds. Bells are rung, mantras (invocations) chanted, the idols are smeared in vermilion & devotees pray all night long to appease the Goddess. Kali dominates the Tantric texts & iconography, & the Tantriks & Siddhas (followers of Tantra & devotees of Kali) take special pleasure in celebrating Kali Puja – slaughtering goats to propitiate the Goddess’s anger & to win her favour. They decorate their houses with skulls – not just human, but animal alike, & often partake of blood themself. The Tantriks believe in facing Kali in the cremation ground, her home turf, to overcome all fear of her & to be able to look at her like a mother, a source of infinite power & energy. But in non-Tantrik Bengali households, feasts are held, that include a multi-course dinner ending with the delectable Rasogulla. But almost everywhere, the Goddess is offered pure wine (“Soma ras”/”Madira”) which is said to find special favour with her.


& here is another one!!


Before I end this post, I have to tell you about the pandals – they are just awesome, & reflect the creativity of the people who envision them & the skill of the artists who craft them out of seemingly simple material. With nimble limbs, the workers rapidly climb up bamboo poles & scaffolding to cover & decorate them. & decorate they do with much gusto – the simple yet intricate designs reflect their passion & reverence for the Goddess. People visit these pandals from far & near, special prayers are organized here & one can even spot women uttering strange shrieks – said to be Kali’s battle cry, & supposed to bring fertility to women – shrill & fierce, these cries add a fearsome gusto to the proceedings. Musicians playing “Dhak” (large drums fitted with feathers & leaves) reach a crescendo with the prayers & the dance. Wafts of incense travel far to pull one & all to the pandals. & of course, there are beautiful girls in traditional attires to talk to!! 


Seated in a pandal


It is interesting to note that Kali finds little, if any, mention in the ancient Hindu texts, & the festival of Kali Puja came to be celebrated in Bengal only after Maharaja Krishna Chandra (a fief holder of Bengal) popularised it in 18th century & expected the people in his domain to organize it with much fanfare. Before that the Puja was celebrated at a very small scale every year in certain localized areas of Bengal. Later, Krishna Chandra’s grandson Ishwar Chand along with the other landlords began patronizing the Puja, & this influx of money & resources ensured that Kali Puja took enormous proportions & became one of the main festivals of the Bengali community. The Puja is today organized in almost all parts of the country & abroad – wherever a sizeable Bengali community has settled. Also it has become much more inclusive than before, so in addition to the worship to Kali, many pandals also organize large fairs complete with miniature Ferris wheels & food & sweet stalls to provide something for the Non-Bengalis & the kids.


Just felt like posting another pic!!


The Puja goes on all night, & also intermittently on the next two days. On the third day after Kali Puja, the idols are immersed in a stream of flowing water, usually the sea or a river. The Goddess waits in the infinite abyss, waiting for her insurrection the next year, thirsting for fresh blood all that while.

When : Kali Puja coincides with Diwali & falls on Kartik Amavasya (Kartik is a winter month in the traditional Hindu calendar, while Amavasya refers to the new moon night). Usually in late October - early November.
Where : Throughout Bengal.

October 23, 2012

Navaratris


The festive season is here again. Navratris have already started, a few days from now it would be Durga Puja & Dussehra, & soon it would be time for one of my favourite festivals, Diwali. & sadly, like the past two years I would not be in Delhi to celebrate Diwali, but would be struck in Durgapur where Diwali (or any other festival except Durga Puja) is never celebrated with much pomp. But I am in Delhi right now, & shall be here for a week more, spending all my time travelling & writing, much to the anguish of my parents & friends who think I spend more time on the road than I do at home!! That’s not true, just so you know. I decided to halt the series about Durgapur (why write about Durgapur when you aren’t even in Durgapur) & write about the celebrations in Delhi. I shall try to incorporate more of festivals & celebrations in this blog. Just for the sake of some of those who don’t know anything about these Indian festivals & for those who would like to learn more, here is a small gist about these celebrations & their significance to let you know what is to follow on this blog’s posts in the coming few days–

Literally “Nine nights”, Navratris herald the beginning of winter festivities, each of these nine nights is dedicated to a form of the Hindu Goddess Durga, the consort of Lord Shiva (the God of Destruction). Although the festival of Navaratri is traditionally celebrated five times/year, the most important of the celebrations are reserved for the advent of winter (September-October) & summer (March-April). It is said that the festival of Navratris is being celebrated since way before the time of the ancient Hindu king Rama. Rama, an ideal son-husband-brother-friend-king-warrior-who-knows-what-else, invaded Lanka (many believe the Lanka in scriptures is the present day island of Sri Lanka) to rescue his wife Sita who was abducted treacherously by the demon king Ravana, the lord of Lanka. Unable to get an upper hand in the long war that followed, Rama prayed to Goddess Durga for several days & she finally blessed him on the eighth day. The eighth day is called “Ashtami” & is celebrated in every household by inviting young girls & a young boy & worshipping them with the belief that Goddess Durga & Lord Shiva reside in each of these girls & the boy respectively. This ritual is called "Kanjak". The women of the house wash the feet of these girls with water & tie red-coloured threads (“Moli”) on their hands & place a small vermillion mark on their forehead. They are then fed with puris (unleavened Indian bread, made after deep-frying wheat flour batter), chole (chickpea), boiled rice, halwa (confection made with flour, condensed butter & sugar), coconut & occasionally chocolates & soft drinks & given small gifts & money. The festival has gained so much popularity in north India, especially Delhi & Haryana, that hordes of impoverished girls & young boys from villages visit the cities early morning in anticipation of the food & money they would collect – many can be seen returning home in the evening carrying large polybags filled with puris. Women wake up very early in the morning to prepare all these delicacies, & toil hard for the blessings of these little living Goddesses. I for one love this festival as I too get to eat these delightful dishes that my mother cooks, & then I can bargain with her for the amount of money I shall be getting!! When I was younger, I used to be called to my neighbors' houses for the prayers & the procedures, & it used to be amusing for us kids to count & boast about the total money we collected that day. It usually continues till noon, since not all ladies can feed the kids early morning, many working women even tend to give fruits & eatables to the kids in the evening.


The Kanjak fare


On the same evening, the Bengali communities celebrate Durga Puja (“Pujo” as Bengalis call it, literally “worship”). Huge idols of the Goddess are bought & established several days (usually on the sixth day of Navratris - Shashti) in advance in the households, or community buildings, & temples. Prayers & prasad (ceremonial offerings of sweets, milk, occasionally fish & meats) are offered every day to this seated Goddess, the places where these idols are housed are covered with tents (“pandals”) & stalls selling all sorts of eatables & mini-idols, devotees gather in large numbers, especially in Delhi’s CR Park locality, for prayers, dances & idol-shopping, making it one of the best nights for gourmets, photographers & heritage-lovers. & of course, you get to see so many beautiful girls all night long in the pandals!!

The Gujarati community too celebrates Navaratris with great pomp & gaiety - the people take part in communal meets & perform the traditional "Garba" dance with each other, irrespective of any social or economic distinctions.


Durga idol - 2012, Janakpuri Kalibari (Kali Temple)


The tenth day “Dashami” is also called “Vijay Dashami” or “Dussehra”. It is said that Rama killed Ravana on this particular day. Hindus believe that Rama was an incarnation of Lord Vishnu, the God of Life & Preservation. In full disclosure, I don’t actually believe that Rama was an incarnation or Ravana was a demon (I am an atheist) – Rama may be a model king, but not a God. Ravana may be a villain, but not a demon, just a man blinded by his lust & power. Ramayana, the book of the story of Rama, composed several millennia ago, talks of Ravana as one of the most learned men in the world, son of a mighty sage, himself a sincere devotee of Lord Shiva & blessed with several boons & weapons, a composer of spiritual texts & also a mighty warrior capable of bringing his foes to their knees. But there is no stopping the believers, since eons they have been burning effigies – big or small, depending on their budget – of Ravana (& his brother Kumbhakaran & son Meghnad) in almost each & every community ground & park (refer Pixelated Memories - Tatarpur, New Delhi). This burning of effigies is seen as the symbolic act of destroying the evil from the world, but I won’t get into a discussion about the merits & demerits of this effigy-burning ritual, or the qualities & character faults of Rama/Ravana – somewhere deep down I too like these festivities – a mode of passing along the stories & belief systems of the ancient culture down the next generation via prayers, singing, dramas & communal gatherings, that’s what Dussehra is about. The Bengalis celebrate Dashami by drowning the ceremonial idols of Durga down some source of flowing water – such as a river or some small stream.


Ravana Dehena - The ritualistic burning of effigies of Ravana & his relatives

February 08, 2012

Feroz Shah Kotla, New Delhi


I had first heard several years ago and since remembered about Feroz Shah Kotla’s enthralling tales on a television program regarding monuments of Delhi – the myths associated with this beautiful cluster of ruins associate it with two djinns who call it their haunt – one of them is a very benevolent spirit, the other not so. The lore goes that one can jot down their wishes on a sheet of paper and bring it to the chamber where the two djinns are said to abound and attempt to stick a one rupee coin on the rubble walls of the chamber; if the coin sticks, the wish will definitely come fulfilled sooner rather than later. According to ancient legends, djinns live for several centuries and have seen the prophets walk the Earth and dynasties rise and fall, thereby culminating into repositories of ancient, forgotten knowledge and collective human history that they occasionally reveal to the believers. Allah created them out of smokeless fire before he made humans from clay – they are formless invisible beings who, like humans, have emotions and relations – all of them possess the power to grant boons but many are often malevolent spirits who curse, take possession of living beings and property and cause harm out of spite resulting from residual pain from an unintended insult or disgrace. Fascinating, right?


Letters and gifts for djinns!


Incidentally and unexpectedly, the Kotla happened to be my first stop on the HOHO bus tour of Delhi; it had begun to drizzle when I disembarked from the bus opposite the citadel’s ruined gateway that still portends unabated might, especially with the two massive and thick bastions flanking it, despite being in most part run-down and decrepit. The ruins however have been grotesquely transformed into lush gardens and restored monuments and do not anymore bear any resemblance to the fact that they are supposed to be "ruins", this of course takes a big chunk out of the pleasure in photographing medieval monuments and crumbling edifices, but oh well what can be done now! Anyway, I was thoroughly enjoying myself, clicking (with my mobile phone) around ancient ruins and medieval structures and wishing desperately that I possessed a camera – this was my idea of spending a solitary Saturday, when there is little traffic on Delhi’s roads and no important chore on my hand – the air-conditioned bus that takes one round on a whirlwind tour of Delhi’s rich and colorful history is simply a delight for people like me who are just beginning to grasp the truly colossal dimensions of Delhi’s inherently endearing past.


A rainy weekend and Feroz Shah's magnum


Feroz Shah Tughlaq inherited the reign from his cousin Muhammad Tughlaq in AD 1351 and went on to rule till AD 1388, and though his rule saw a decline in the empire’s military ethos and subsidence in territories due to his unaggressive posturing and unwillingness to command armies and wage wars with kingdoms flanking his, it was also a period of architectural blossoming which saw large-scale construction activity in and around Delhi – an accomplished ruler, he is often regarded as one of the few architect–sultans of the country and is credited for the construction or commissioning of several score gardens around Delhi, dozens of towns, numerous mosques, villages, reservoirs and dams, besides hundreds of hospitals, public baths, wells, inns (serais) and bridges – these claims are no doubt exaggerated by the court chroniclers or embellished by later historians, but they nonetheless underscore his interest in architecture and building. Unlike most Asian rulers, he devoted much attention to the repair and rebuilding of earlier structures – he had the upper floors of Qutb Minar reconstructed after they were destroyed by lightning strikes and also renovated the adjacent tombs of Iltutmish and Alauddin Khilji, earlier emperors of Delhi Sultanate; he repaired the Hauz-i-Alai tank, rechristened it Hauz Khas and built a massive, state of art madrasa (Islamic seminary) along its vast periphery; he was also responsible for several additions and adornments made to the tomb (dargah) of Hazrat Nizamuddin, the patron saint of Delhi and one of the most revered spiritual figures in the city’s history. Atoning for the crimes and violent nature of his cousin Muhammad, he also established a gorgeous city named “Jaunpur” (after Muhammad’s real name Muhammad Jauna/Junan Khan) and established several mosques and public facilities in the city. His predecessor Muhammad Tughlaq and his father Ghiyas-ud-din Tughlaq had respectively built the fortresses of Tughlaqabad and Jahanpanah when they reigned over the country with Delhi as their majestic capital – Feroz inherited these and additional mighty citadels as well as several smaller villages and settlements when he ascended the throne, but he was soon thereafter forced to evacuate all of them since a dire water shortage threatened the entire city – in AD 1354, he commissioned a new and even grand capital that was to become the sixth city of Delhi on the banks of river Yamuna; the new capital was christened “Kotla Feroz Shah” (“Feroz Shah’s citadel”), popularly it was referred to as “Ferozabad” (“Abode of Feroz”) though it remained “Kushk-i-Feroz Shahi” (“Feroz Shah’s imperial palace”) in official decrees.


Plan of Kotla Feroz Shah (Photo courtesy - Archinomy.com; photo edited for ease of distinguishing the individual structures)


It is said that such was the grandeur of Feroz’s building despite their artistic simplicity and lack of ornamentation that when Timur “the lame” besieged Delhi and laid waste the already considerably weakened Tughlaq-empire (1398 AD), he professed to an admiration of Feroz’s construction activity and architectural accomplishments and decided to take the architectural plans of the Kotla’s royal mosque along with several skilled artists and architects so as to replicate these buildings back in his capital Samarkand (more on that later).

The fortress is an irregular polygon in design and in its glorious days it was the pinnacle of architectural beauty and graceful emphasis on function as well as form, especially so since Feroz embarked on a vigorous campaign of construction activity in the entire surrounding area and ornamented it with pleasure pavilions, hunting lodges and baolis (stepped wells) and also commissioned numerous tanks, hospitals and reservoirs for his cityscape – he wanted to look after the welfare of his subjects and did all that he could to add to their material comforts. Though the fortress served the dual purpose of the Tughlaq emperor’s capital and a defensive citadel, it lacked the heavy defensive construction seen in the erstwhile fortresses at Tughlaqabad – Adilabad (refer Pixelated Memories - Tughlaqabad–Adilabad complex) and that, coupled with filial rivalry and court intrigues, might have proved to be the fall for Feroz’s later successors since the fortress was not equipped to withstand prolonged warfare that the Mongols subjected it to. Timur gladly carried away much of the ornamentation of the buildings after he had laid waste to the citadel; whatever escaped Timur, including the building material and rubble, was fell and utilized in a huge recycle project during the construction of (nearby located) Shahjanabad, the paradisaical capital of Mughals erected amidst glory and glitter by the powerful Shahjahan (ruled AD 1627-57). An argument can be made that Feroz was being paid in his own coin since he too is said to have pillaged the ruins of Lal Kot-Qila Rai Pithora, the first city of Delhi, for construction material to facilitate his dreams of architectural grandeur.


Flights of glory - The pyramidal structure and Ashoka's pillar. The lower levels are said to be the abode of the djinns and that's where votive offerings are left by the devotees. 


Despite being ruined by successive rulers of Delhi and lying neglected for several decades, the fortress-capital still reveals numerous interesting structures within its premises and portrays a shadow, howsoever minimalistic, of its former glory and splendor – the emperor’s personal quarters and those of his wives and concubines were situated along the river-front (which has since shifted course and replaced by the arterial Ring road), while the rest of the fortress area served to accommodate army barracks and armories, residential quarters for servants and court officials, halls of audience, public and private baths, the aforementioned imposing mosque and the unique palatial baoli (stepped well). The entire scheme was designed by Feroz’s state architects Malik Ghazi Samana and Abdul Haq, and he also had them add a massive pleasure pavilion adjacent to the mosque. Much ruined now and yet widely renown, comprising of several chambers spread over a three-level pyramidal structure and surmounted by a monolithic Ashokan pillar (referred to as “Minar-i-Zarin” (“Column of Gold”) by the Tughlaq sultans), the pavilion is known as “Hawa Mahal” (“Wind palace”) and is said to be the abode of the two djinns – Feroz had specially and carefully brought these ancient pillars from Topra (a village in Ambala, Haryana) and Meerut (Uttar Pradesh) for installation in his citadel and his hunting lodge (now Bara Hindu Rao hospital) in the Delhi ridge forest (also called Northern ridge, near Delhi University’s North campus) respectively – given that the pillars, originally established by Emperor Ashoka somewhere between BC 273-236, could be damaged by such an extensive journey, Feroz had them meticulously wrapped in cotton silk and kept on a bed of reed and silk before being transported part of the journey by means of huge boats and the rest by massive 42–wheeled carriages drawn carefully by 200 men. The pleased emperor ensured that the pillars, 13-meter tall and weighing 27 tons, were grandly installed at their intended locations; he even had a graceful jewel-studded copper cupola (robbed later) with a crescent moon (symbolic of Islam) crowning it raised to the top of the pillar erected in the fortress – but even he wouldn’t have foretold that one of his hunting lodges would, several centuries later, be turned into a hospital, while his pleasure pavilion would be raised to become an object of reverence and veneration by faithful devotees and beseeching visitors. The pillar, though made of sandstone, has been polished so skillfully that even today, over 2300 years later, it appears as if it has been forged out of metal – apart from Ashoka’s edicts in Pali language (Brahmi script), it also bears minor figures and some later inscriptions – once it would have been the tallest structure in its neighborhood, but today it stands dwarfed by incredibly high flood lights and giant chimneys soaring far in the sky and spewing dark, ominous fumes that do not cede to be visible even in torrential downpour. 


Ashokan edicts I-VII inscribed on the pillar. These inscriptions were first deciphered by James Prinsep in 1837, yielding the key to translating the Brahmi script.


Today, the Hawa Mahal remains grilled on all sides on account of being structurally unstable, however visitors are allowed to access it; both Hindu and Muslim devotees come to offer prayers to the powerful djinns, especially on Thursdays which are considered sacred, to beseech them to bestow wishes, forgive sins or facilitate exorcisms through the services of mystic Sufi mendicants; the faithful leave behind reverent offerings of sweets, earthenware vessels full of milk, colorful pieces of cloth, locks, marigold flowers and incense besides letters of request and money in the alcoves of the pavilion – one can notice the sites of prayers even on other days of the week when the devotees aren’t around since the incense and oil lamps have turned these congested chambers into dark, soot-blackened but fragrant corners. Notwithstanding the inscriptions etched by Ashoka’s blacksmiths regarding the pillar’s erection and purpose, people still profess to various supernatural notions regarding its antiquity and history – one legend even attributes it as being the walking stick of the mythological Pandava prince Bhima (who, before reigning over much of north India with his brothers from their mythical grand citadel at Indraprastha (the site of Delhi’s Old Fort, refer Pixelated Memories - Old Fort), governed five villages – Indrapat, Tilpat, Baghpat, Panipat and Sonepat – of which Panipat and Baghpat are located close to Ambala and Meerut, the original site of the two pillars) – he would have been a giant to use a 27-ton pillar as a walking stick! The generous djinn too is referred to as “Laat wale Baba” (“Saint of the Pillar”) and it has been argued in print media and elsewhere that the practice of djinn-worship and religious prayer at these ruins began recently, in fact as late as 1975-77 when, during the Emergency imposed by then Prime Minister Indira Gandhi, a mendicant named Laddoo Shah was evacuated from his residence near Old Delhi’s Turkman Gate locality and began to live in Kotla Feroz Shah. So much for the claim that worship has been going on here for several generations! I am naturally disappointed since the place that first inspired me to explore the magical, mystical side of Delhi has proved to be just a myth, an urban legend, though even yet I refuse to believe that Delhi ceases to be a residence to mythical creatures, supernatural entities and spiritually-endowed mendicants (if they all exist). For me, the city shall always remain an inspiring, magical abode arising out of a conglomeration of mystical legends and ancient folklore. 


An old photo of the Kotla ruins - Notice that the pyramidal structure has a domed compartment along one of its corners; it doesn't exist at present. Also observe the high platform composed of numerous chambers around the two super-structures - now there is just flat monotonous grass-covered plain running in all directions. (Photo courtesy - Wikimedia.org)


Adjacent to the Hawa Mahal pavilion stands the gigantic friday congregation mosque (“Jami Masjid”) of Feroz Tughlaq – built of dressed rubble and the hard Delhi quartzite stone, the mosque was the largest in the country in its time and could easily accommodate ten thousand faithful; it was this impressive mosque whose duplicate (Bibi Khanum mosque) was commissioned by an overawed Timur in Samarkand for his private use; also this was the only structure left untouched by Shahjahan when he had the entire complex plundered for construction material and debris – sadly, not much of the mosque’s structure remains today, the cloistered walkways along the sides that were once used by the ladies of the court and the royal family have vanished in their entirety, so has the domed octagonal pavilion that stood over the (now filled-up) well in the center of the vast courtyard and was supported by 260 pillars, each 25 feet tall – what remains are the crumbling vaulted chambers on which sits the entire mosque complex and the majestic, though discolored and much exposed, domed gateway that is reached by a flight of wide stairs and is the playground of several cat families. It was in AD 1759 that while coming out of one of these chambers immediately at the base of the mosque’s gateway that the Mughal Emperor Alamgir Sani was murdered by his own Prime Minister Emad-ul-Mulk. The mosque is still used by the locals for the purpose of worship, and becomes especially congested with devotees on important Muslim festivals such as Id and Ramzan. Hearsay is that the chambers beneath the mosque were dug up when Shahjanabad was being built so as to connect the two citadels via deep underground tunnels that still exist, but have been blocked for the purpose of security.


Jama Masjid, supposedly designed by Feroz's Wazir (Prime Minister) Malik Khan-i-Jahan Junan Shah Telingani


Apart from the pyramidal pavilion and the enormous mosque, the last structure of architectural interest is the elegant circular baoli that sits squat in the middle of a green patch thickly lined with a carpet of grass – the baoli is unique in that everywhere else steps go down in a rectangular manner to the water shaft and the entire plan is laid adherent to straight lines and perpendiculars, but here shallow chambers exist in a circular fashion around a water tank and steps go down to the water level in a similar manner – the structure was meant only for regal use and continuing with the tradition, the Archaeological Survey of India (ASI), under whose aegis the fortress now falls, has grilled and locked the entire structure to keep visitors out, ostensibly to keep people from committing suicides. Quite a heart-wrenching tale the stories that the fortress holds in its bosom would prove to be – suicides, murders, conquests and killings! The water from the baoli is nowadays pumped up to irrigate the surrounding gardens.


The regal baoli


The chambers of palace guards with their dark pyramidal roofs and lone-standing arches with the rest of the structure enveloping them long gone appear at regular intervals throughout the complex like ghosts from a distant, forgotten past. It is easy to imagine that once these beautiful ruins were covered with a layer of painted plaster and perhaps bore intricate patterns in incised plaster or glazed tiles – the ruins still appear humbly romantic (despite the lack of couples, so unlike Delhi’s other monuments!), what would they have been like when the Emperor and his ladies treaded the ground? The fortress has been conserved fairly well, there is only this much that can be done for a cluster of collapsed palaces and devastated citadels; ASI has remarkably ensured that rows of beautiful flowering plants and lush trees set in well-maintained lawns set the backdrop of medieval ruins and piles of rubble. The mammoth lawns adjacent to the Kotla were established as a cricket ground of the same name in 1883 – it holds the distinction of being the second oldest international cricket stadium still functional in India, the oldest being Eden Gardens of Calcutta.

Location: Bahadur Shah Zafar Marg (Coordinates: 28°38'06.2"N 77°14'34.2"E)
Open: All days, sunrise to sunset
Nearest Metro Station: New Delhi
How to reach: The Kotla is located on the Ring Road and very close to Daryaganj and one can take a bus/auto plying on Ring Road from Daryaganj. Alternately, buses are available for Daryaganj/Red Fort from different parts of the city. The metro station is approximately 3 km away and one needs to take a auto from there on.
Entrance fees: Indians: Rs 5; Foreigners: Rs 100; Free entry for children upto the age of 15 years
Photography/Video charges: Nil
Time required for sightseeing: 1.5 hrs
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