Of the things that take you by surprise, visiting the Taj Mahal did it to me multi-fold. I am glad we decided to travel; it was worth all the trouble. It was not part of our plan. Well, nothing was part of the plan, and visiting Agra from Jaipur was definitely not on the list, especially after long travels. The whole visit made me re-live reading (or watching the movie) the book – ‘The Book Thief.’
I could not stop myself from crying after I completed ‘The Book Thief.’ And then it happened many times in that week. The incidents flashed by, making me live in an alternate world altogether.
Well, so did Taj. After the entire visit, as I sat looking at this miracle, clueless and feeling nothingness (of-course of myself) admiring the beauty, it was everything more than what you see in the picture. Or in a video. Or listening to someone talk about it – like this. It’s more than a white architectural marvel. I am not sure if everyone would take away the same I did, but what I did, was for me and was only for me.
I wonder, For where I stand, For what I am, Because I know, Truthfully, I am not-a-thing!
There is a center line, everything else is symmetry, and it’s fourfold. There is an optical illusion and a plan to make it come alive. There is purity that reflects on the banks of the river Yamuna. A dedication of more than many thousand who made it come alive. We live in a generation that is scared to commit a deliverable for months, which needs basic skills and minimal commitment. Everything falls apart to the ground, making us feel diminished for the devotion that was put for years into making this marvel what it is today (or once, ages ago). It needs more than love, more than anything, to make this come into live and up. More than anything, to admire, it needs one to be in a state of acceptance with an open mind of what we are today (honestly, I don’t think we are any) and what that once was. The whole lot has to be lived, being there, right at it, for all that I cannot pour in the right words. I am still looking at the photographs of the designs carved on it and looking ahead to research its meaning and sources.
I could not stop myself from imagining the completed Black Taj Mahal and not just the foundations and a sight where the shadow of both falling in the river Yamuna meeting the tip points in the waters.