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...
“They
used to light a torch right on top of that” insisted our guide. “How do you think they
climbed up?” I asked, amused at the thought of someone clambering up the smooth
pillar without even a hold of any kind. “They must have carried a ladder”
replied our guide, his tone implying that he had never been questioned before.
“Or maybe they rode elephants, and stood atop it to light the torch” added my
husband, and the guide gleefully jumped at the idea, satisfied that the
discussion was over. It looked like only I had caught the underlying sarcasm in
my husband’s voice, and we shared a smile, just between ourselves. 
Such
were the moments
which made our trip to Tadoba memorable.
The
pillars we were talking about lined one side of the road in the Moharli section, and, I was at once
diverted from our quest for tigers, and more interested in this glimpse of
heritage I hadn’t quite expected in the wilderness.
Our
first guide
wasn’t as enthusiastic about them as I was, and he shrugged it off, saying that
some king had built them as a marker for the road. He himself was far more
interested in showing us a tiger and claiming his baksheesh!
Our
second guide
was a bit more enthusiastic. He was the one who propounded the torch theory,
adding that these were the work of the Gond Kings, about half a century ago.
It was
our third guide
who told us that these pillars were used for communication purposes when the
king traversed this road, and he was the one closest to the truth.
The
pillars indeed were
the works of the Gond Kings, who ruled this region in the seventeenth and
eighteenth centuries. No one seems to know when the pillars were actually
built, but they stand at regular intervals on the road which then connected
Nagpur to Chandrapur, both of which held strategic importance. Very
interestingly, the distance between two pillars is almost exactly the same, and
the pillars also stand in a straight line. The present road curves, according
to the routes now laid within the sanctuary, so the pillars only accompany us
part of the way, but we can catch glimpses of the row of pillars standing tall
amidst the trees as we follow the road.
Finally, coming to their purpose, they
evidently were built for communication. It is most probable that the ring atop
the pillar was for a rope to be passed through, which would be connected to a
bell. The rope could be pulled from any point for the bell to ring, and the
ringing pattern could have helped transmission of the message. It would indeed
have served as an efficient means of communication, especially when it came to
huge armies and royal processions.
It
is, however,
most impressive that these rulers, who are today relegated as tribal kings,
worked with such forethought, planning and efficiency, something we find sorely
lacking today even with modern technology and the best minds!
We
saw the pillars
every now and then as we wove our way through the forests, hoping for the
tigers to show up. They reminded me of all the men who had come here before us,
of those who had first created this path through the forest, braving all its
dangers, and ensuring that others didn’t have to. I also rued the thought that
they had made it a lot easier for the destruction of the forest; of not just
its animals and its trees, but the very earth, for this is one of the most
coal-rich areas in the country.
It is
a bittersweet thought indeed that the men who built them are no more, but the pillars stand
erect in their memory, some, proudly, newly painted, along a well laid road,
some crumbling, some overgrown with creepers, used as a perch by animals and
birds. The tiger prowls among them again, and travellers pass by them too,
while only a few even notice them.
This
is the first post in my series on my #summertrip 2015, and I hope to take you
along with me as I recount stories from my month long trip, which took me
across the country. To get an idea of all the places I visited, and what you
can hope to read about, click here.
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These pillars also made me very curious.. and the same story was told.... but more with reference to the Gond King visiting the temple so there was a rope going through the top of the pillars that announced the arrival of king to the temple priests ..
ReplyDeleteGuess the story varies from guide to guide, Prasad, as is expected :D and btw, i realised when I was searching for more info that you were the only other person to have written about it,,, unfortunately, there is so little information available, that we dont really know how they used it... its all simply speculation.... but thats what makes the story interesting, doesnt it?
DeleteTadoba has always made me very curious. With the pillars, the curiosity has been heightened. Hope to travel there soon. Meanwhile, I am happy to get a teaser of your exciting #summertrip2015. Missed reading your words :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Amrita. I had longed to visit Tadoba for years before it actually happened. And it was worth the wait! there were so many wonderful experiences... as for the posts, its truly been difficult to decide what to write about, and how, cause there were just so many!
DeleteInteresting stories. Sometimes, you have no other option than to believe the guide.
ReplyDeleteYes, Niranjan. But its these different versions which make the stories more interesting!
DeleteVery interesting ,Anuradha
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ani!
DeleteI want to watch Tadoba Tiger photos?
ReplyDeleteHow much the jeep safari cost including online booking?
What about accommodation? The cost?
Look out for the next few posts, Tushar. Information on Tadoba will be in the last post on the series, as to cost, that depends on many factors
DeleteLovely image... And chuckle at the conversations :d
ReplyDeleteThank you Aarti! As usual, the conversations made the experiences more interesting!
DeleteMany learned people from Chandrapur opine that these pillars were actually made by the Britishers and not the Gond kings (The workmanship is not too good). Chanda fort was a major bastion of the British and this road is the shortest road from Chandrapur to Nagpur. In fact it was always a state highway. The pillars towards Moharli are made in Sand stone and those towards Kolara are made in bricks. In some areas, as the road turned into today's jungle, pillars cannot be seen. The real significance - other than guiding travellers in those days, is not known. The orientation of these pillars as well as the gap between them in very unique.
ReplyDeleteAs some one has mentioned - probably rope was tied on the top of the pillar with bells hanging from it - to announce the travel of some dignitary, asking the people from the villages then to come and pay respect ;-)