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A Solitary Tear

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“The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.”
(Rabindranath Tagore – Indian Poet, Playwright and Essayist. Won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913, 1861-1941)

There is nothing left to take away to this solitary tear which reflects on the Yamuna river.
In this cruel and imperfect world, the Taj is the proof that Love can still create perfection…”Dilruba”…

For all the Taj Mahal lovers, this is the new commercial by Guerlain for “Shalimar”, the unforgettable scent since the 20’s…
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A Revealed Paradise

Posted in The Oldest Living City in the World with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 15, 2013 by designldg

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“It is this admirable, this immortal, instinctive sense of beauty that leads us to look upon the spectacle of this world as a glimpse, a correspondence with heaven.
Our unquenchable thirst for all that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the liveliest proof of our immortality.
It is both by poetry and through poetry, by music and through music, that the soul dimly descries the splendours beyond the tomb; and when an exquisite poem brings tears to our eyes, those tears are not a proof of overabundant joy: they bear witness rather to an impatient melancholy, a clamant demand by our nerves, our nature, exiled in imperfection, which would fain enter into immediate possession, while still on this earth, of a revealed paradise.”
(Charles Baudelaire – French poet, 1821-1867)

This amazing mansion gathering classical Indian and European styles stands at Rani ghat along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
This ghat is far from the center, in a very quiet place away from the noise and the turmoil of the city.
On this side of the river many other buildings recall the splendour of the past which once made the renown of the City of Lights…

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Footprints of the Soul

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“The Ganges front is the supreme showplace of Benares.
Its tall bluffs are solidly caked from water to summit, along a stretch of three miles, with a splendid jumble of massive and picturesque masonry, a bewildering and beautiful confusion of stone platforms, temples, stair flights, rich and stately palaces….soaring stairways, sculptured temples, majestic palaces, softening away into the distances; and there is movement, motion, human life everywhere, and brilliantly costumed – streaming in rainbows up and down the lofty stairways, and massed in metaphorical gardens on the mile of great platforms at the river’s edge.”
(Mark Twain – American Writer and Lecturer. 1835-1910)

This is a view of the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras) from Ahilyabai ghat to Mansrowar Ghat.
Some dreams can never be lost, they become footprints of the soul…
The Eternal city belongs to these kind of dreams…

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Magnificence and Rats

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“Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.”
(Ralph Waldo Emerson – American Poet and Essayist, 1803-1882)

Those words could echo in a few streets of Varanasi (Benaras) but the dreams always overpower for those who want to see the stars through the souls of those who walk there…
I always enjoy to see this building which has an amazing architecture blending so many influences whenever I go from Hathua Market to Nai Sarak in Ramakant Nagar.
There many houses and constructions like this one are holding traces of the splendor of the past when the Eternal city was bathing in opulence and magnificence…

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A Dream of Magnificence

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A Dream of Magnificence

 

My friend Faizal wanted me to meet his childhood friend who is making traditional embroideries near the chowk in Varanasi (Benaras).
He has been learning this knowledge from his father who did the same with his father and it was like that since the time of the Mughals when that kind of work flourished.
Nowadays men wear garments with heavy embroideries mostly for weddings and engagement ceremonies.
When we came to his small workshop he was working on this white jaquard sherwani.
This hand embroidery will complete this coat which was ordered for a wedding.
Each time I have an opportunity to see a workshop like that I feel that I am opening a bottle of perfume and I can scent a voluptuous fragrance from the past, it is like opening a door to a dream of magnificence, the splendor of the Great Mughals….