The year was 1290 . A crowd had gathered around a clearing, where broken down pillars marked the presence of an ancient temple, now long gone. A young boy, just 14 years old, leaned against one of those pillars, deep in thought. Then, he began speaking, and the crowd fell silent, listening to his every word. He spoke without any notes, translating the Bhagavat Gita, from Sanskrit, which only the pundits knew, to the language everyone in the village knew and spoke – a variety of Prakrit which developed into the Marathi language. Even as he spoke, one of the men in the audience realized how momentous this event was, and how important this composition would be. He began writing down the words the young boy spoke, and this composition was named by its author and composer, the Bhavartha Deepika – the enlightening meaning (of the Bhagavat Gita). Now, the ancient, holy text, was no longer restricted to the pundits, but accessible to all, understood easily by them, composed as it was, in their...
It’s been a while since
I wrote about my Hampi trip, so those of you who have forgotten about the
series, please read….
and
We had just half a day
for Anegundi, and once we had visited the Navabrindavanam, we were eager to see
as much of the ancient city as we could. We asked our rickshaw driver to ignore
all the usual temples and also the places which would involve any strenuous
climbing, and to take us to some interesting and different places that we could
cover in the time we had with us. For a minute, the driver seemed to be at a
loss. In a small town where you see only boulders no matter where you turn, it
surely must have been difficult for him to think of a place he could take us
to! At last, he agreed to show us some places which would involve a minimum of
climbing, and would also be worth the effort. The first among these was the
Durga Temple.
Located on a small
hillock, and almost out of sight from the road, the temple is dedicated to the
Goddess Durga. However, since this temple is situated at the base of a fort, it
is also believed to derive its name from the local word for fort, which is ‘Durg’. At one time, it seems to have
been a deity installed by the kings for the protection of the fort. The temple is
a small one, and from what we heard, was largely ignored by the local populace
after the decline of the Vijayanagar Empire. We heard the story of how a wandering
hermit took up the temple as his abode, re-started the prayers, and even
convinced the people to contribute to its upkeep. Along with the increase in
funds came greed, and one of the local merchants attempted to steal the temple’s
money. Almost at once, he was killed in a gruesome manner, which reinforced the
locals’ belief in the deity, and today, the temple is quite a popular one, and
actually quite well maintained. There was a priest who not only happily
performed the puja, but didn’t even ask for any money! He aided our driver in
telling us the story, and when a Bengali couple who followed us wanted some
explanations, he called me back so that I could tell them the story in English or
Hindi!
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| Bells strung over a tree in front of the temple... usually, these are tied by devotees asking for their wishes to be fulfilled. It is believed that every time the bells ring, the Lord is reminded of the devotees wish! How we attribute human failings to our Gods too! |
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| These bangles are tied as wishes too..... usually for marriage or well being of the husband! |
The priests family (and
quite a few others too, from the looks of it) resided around the temple, and
while I obliged the kids playing around by taking their photographs, our guide
cum driver started climbing up the hill towards the fort.
The steps at one time
would have been well paved with stones ones, but now they just resembled steps,
since no one had bothered with any repairs. I would hardly have ventured there
alone – I didn’t really have any choice, since Samhith and Shankar had already
moved on! As I picked my way carefully over the rocks, I wondered what we would
find at the top!
We were greeted by a
huge doorway which once welcomed the kings, but which today is simply a
crumbling old structure which few people come to see.
There was once a pond
inside the fort, but today the walls have caved in, and there is nothing much
to see. The only things we can see standing inside the fort are the tombs…..
These are tombs
belonging to those of the Vijayanagara Dynasty. No names are engraved. Or at
least, we couldn’t see any. One of them is believed to be the tomb of Ramaraya –
Krishnadevaraya’s son-in-law. Krishnadevaraya’s Samadhi (tomb) is believed to
be in another part of Anegundi, though we couldn’t visit it.
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| Rocks placed by nature or man? Doesnt it look like it might have been a part of the fortification at one time? |
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| This brown butterfly was one of the most interesting things we saw in the fort! |
There really wasn’t much
to see or do in the fort, and we headed back down after a short rest. The most
interesting thing about the place today is the way it has grown wild over the
centuries…. I wonder how it would have looked in its heyday!
One of the author says that the ''mantapa'' just near the ( behind the, adjacent temple of Vittala temple ) river we can see a pillared mantapa. This is the where the Ramaraya Son-in-law of Srikrishnadevaraya was cremated.
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