Bishnupur - A photo journey !
"A land without ruins is a land without memories and a land without memories is a land without history"
-Abram Joseph Ryan
The highways leading to Bishnupur from Kolkata are in a pathetic state, therefore the journey itself is a forgettable one, however, the moment I reached, Bishnupur, the land transported me to a different era altogether- the age of Royalty, the age of devotion, the age of grandeur, the age of mysticism.
From Rasmancha to the Jore Bangla Temple, each of the 11 temples is unique with exquisite artwork on burnt clay- Terracotta. As stones were not in abundance during earlier times, the Malla rulers used baked clay to weave magic into the walls of these temples. Narrating the glorious past, these terracotta reliefs provided an insight into the lives of people during the golden era depicting stories from Ramayana and Mahabharata with beautiful intricacies.
Not just for the temples, Bishnupur is also known for for its Baluchari sarees and Bishnupuri Gharana of Music which follows the Dhrupad style of Indian Classical Music.
Once inside these magnificent temples, I could feel myself transported to an era when these beautiful temples would have been lit up with gleaming diyas under the twinkling skies. I could dream of this land where art breathed life through terracotta. I could imagine the strains of a tanpura with courtesans singing in the Bishnupur Gharana and the emperors rewarding them mesmerized by their talents ! With these dreams, I have tried to capture the ruins of Bishnupur through some photographs, which narrate the story of its grandeur.
|Columns at Rasmancha|