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The Golden
Triangle Tour
A group of Americans alighted from
an Air France aircraft at the Indira Gandhi International airport in the wee
hours of a chilly Delhi morning. After their passage through the rigmarole of
customs check, they were received by officials of the IRCTC.
One of
the overseas travellers remarked, “When I was a child, I used to read books
voraciously. I would pore over passages and obsess over faraway lands. Only
when I started travelling did I realize what the quote ‘it’s better to see
something once than hear about it a thousand times’ is spot-on.”
They were
a quartet, consisting of two couples. A prepossessing lady chipped in, “The
gladdest moment in human life is a departure into unknown lands.” Her
well-built and clean shaven partner added that the quote was by the celebrated
trouper Richard Burton.
In response, the IRCTC official remarked, “This
adventure crisscrossing the Golden Triangle will resonate in your minds
forever.”
The couples were put up in an upmarket hotel in
Lutyens’ Delhi and the following morning they undertook a voyage across the
capital city under the cover of salubrious weather conditions.
The
romance of the city is as old as the classic colossus, The Mahabharata, when
the town was known as Indraprastha. This is where the Pandavas are believed to
have established their kingdom.
Over
the centuries, eight more cities mushroomed adjacent to Indraprastha. These
were Lal Kot, Siri, Dinpanah, Quila Rai Pithora, Ferozabad, Jahanpanah,
Tughlaqabad and Shahjahanabad.
Singular
among the dynasties that made Delhi their capital were the Tughlaqs, the
Khiljis and the Mughals, each adding to make it a melting pot of diverse
cultures and heritages. This city is a window to India, which helps to discover
an entire new country, brimful of magical stories and wondrous experiences.
The
Americans were enthralled visiting the Laxmi Narayan Temple, the fabled India
Gate, the Parliament House, the Qutab Minar (where they tried to interlace
themselves with the imposing and robust Ashokan Pillar), the ruins of Purana
Qila, the majestic Humayun's Tomb with its neatly laid gardens, followed by the
observatory of Jantar Mantar.
The
excursionists were amazed at the history of several centuries; they soaked
various contours, twists and turns at their resplendent hotel that evening over
dinner.
The
next pit stop, on the following day was the tour of the exalted Masjid-i
Jahān-Numā, popularly known as the Jama Masjid of Delhi. This is one of the
largest mosques in India.
It was built by Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan,
between 1644 and 1656 at a princely price of 1 million rupees, and was
inaugurated by an Imam from Bukhara, present-day Uzbekistan.
This
was followed by visiting the Red Fort which was the epicentre of Mughal
dynasty, the Mutiny and the famous Red Fort trials of INA prisoners; it is from
the ramparts of Red Fort that the Prime Minister of India addresses the nation
every Independence Day.
It is located in the centre of Delhi and
houses a number of museums. As shadows lengthened and the weather turned cold
the tippers spent time at the tranquil and sublime samadhi of Mahatma Gandhi.
The evening was spent watching the son et lumiere at Red Fort before
retiring to their opulent hotel.
At the
crack of dawn, the globetrotters were escorted by the IRTC officials to
traverse 309 kms by Shatabdi Express to the Pink City, Jaipur.
Jaipur is among the better planned cities
of India, located in the semi-desert lands of Rajasthan. The city which was
once the capital of the royalty is the capital city of Rajasthan. The very
edifice of Jaipur resembles the taste of the Rajputs and the royal families.
The
tourists began the voyage of Jaipur by visiting the Amber Fort. Amber Fort is
situated in Amer, a bijou town with an area of 4km2, at a distance
of 11kms from Jaipur. Perched high on a hillock it is the principal tourist attraction
in Jaipur.
The capital of Rajasthan was coated pink a
century ago in honour of a visiting Prince and ever since, it has retained this
colour. It was assiduously built by Maharaja Jai Singh, the notable astronomer.
This city is around 260 years old. The tourists visited the Jantar Mantar (and
recollected the images of the one seen at Delhi) and Hawa Mahal. They were to
spend the night at a grandiose hotel in Jaipur, streaming in the statuettes and
nuggets of ancient, medieval and modern Indian history alongside the acclaimed
architecture.
The
sightseers travelled by Shatabdi Express covering 241 kms between Jaipur and
Agra Fort where the globetrotters were housed at an estimable hotel and were
soon to witness glorious history.
The
name of the city is derived from the village called Sikri. This was the
place where Sheikh Salim lived and spread the gospel of Sufism.
Emperor
Akbar's son Jahangir was born at the village of Sikri in 1569 and the year Akbar
began construction of Agra Fort and propagation of the religion and way of life
called Din-i- Illahi (which borrowed ideas and thoughts from various faiths
like Jainism, Buddhism, Islam, Hinduism and Christianity) to commemorate the
Sheikh who had predicted the birth of his son.
Following Jahangir's second birthday, Akbar
began the construction of a walled city and an imperial palace here. The city
came to be known as Fatehpur Sikri or The City of Victory, to commemorate conquest of `Gujarat
in 1573.
The
guests subsequently visited Agra and Taj Mahal. Agra is quintessentially
mentioned in the epic Mahabharata, where it was called Agrevaṇa,
meaning The Border of the Forest.
The
peregrination dropped anchor at Taj Mahal, the mausoleum of Shah Jahan's
favourite wife - Mumtaz Mahal and one of the New Seven Wonders of the
world.
Taj
Mahal is an ivory-white marble mausoleum on the south bank of the Yamuna River
in the Indian city of Agra. The monument was commissioned in 1632 by the Mughal
emperor, Shah Jahan. This mausoleum also houses the tomb of Shah Jahan, the
builder.
“Indeed
this is poetry carved in stone,” remarked the tourists as they retired for the
day to the confines of their hotel and motored their way back to Delhi the next
day to the airport to catch their flight back to Boston, their minds subsumed
with exotic Indian history.
Travelling – it leaves you speechless, and then
turns you into a storyteller. – Ibn Battuta.
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