My fourth day in Hampi saw me following the trail of old
structures and dwellings to the main attraction, the mascot of Hampi- the
Vitthala temple and its famed chariot. Yet indeed, the starrer in my story is
not the chariot; but little pieces that came before and around it.
To go to Vitthala temple, one must either take an auto,
travel 13kms on a proper cement road for an exorbitant price, or tough it out
and walk through some moderately tricky terrain for what seems like forever in
the heat of the sun. Obviously, taking the easier softer part was underneath
me. So we set out, trudging through the
steep steps and the glistening stone slabs interspersed with tufts of grass. We
came across tiny crevices in the massive stone boulders with intricate carvings
hidden and quite invisible to anyone who didn’t know to look. It was almost as
if the carver wanted an aimless wanderer to stumble upon it and be greeted by
the face of Ganesha or Hanuman smiling down at them.
But then we climbed down a side track to a structure right
at the banks of a river, with warnings about crocodiles in red paint guiding us
there. Right outside the structure, there was a sign which asked us to remove
our shoes. We did robotically, and climbed into the structure. Only later did
it occur to me that we did not remove our shoes in most sites in Hampi- and it
was particularly strange that we’d remove them to enter a place which didn’t feel
like a temple at all- It was a drab, mundane platform with rows and columns of
pillars- sixty, to be precise, with no explicit splendour compared to the rest
of the structures of Hampi. Yet, as we sat down at the edge of it and splashed
our feet in some stream of the Tungabhadra, a silence fell upon us. For the
first time in Hampi, and possibly one of the few times in my recent memory, I
felt a presence- the kind that can’t be described or rationalized and which,
had I not experienced it, would’ve been greeted with cynicism by me myself.
But, as we sat there amongst the pillars, a silence fell and
everyone seemed to simultaneously dig their noses into their journals and
sketchbooks and materialize their own bubbles. I wandered, looking at the
pillars and their architecture- they looked sturdy, and simple. Yet I stumbled
upon one singular pillar, on which there seemed to be a carving of some sort of
musician with an instrument in his hand. Unlike the other carvings in Hampi, I
noticed this one had a garland around it- and a fresh one too.
There were some guards sitting nearby, and upon inquiry they
told us that what we were sitting in, was the 60 pillared building where
Krishnadevaraya’s poet, Purandaradasa came after prayer to write his poetry and
work to channel his creative thought.
Something about this made a lot of sense to me. The place itself
though quite drab seemed as if it had been designed and placed in a location so
utterly perfect for the creative thought process. Somehow the connection I felt
with this place was much more than any temple I’d been to.
I think it really said something about how art and
creativity is such a dynamic, yet stable and unmoving, uncompromising presence in
this world. And also how finally I found something I could identify with and
connect to from all those years ago.
After spending some time there- which didn’t nearly feel enough,
we marched on ahead, but on the way we encountered something that made us stop
again.
This overwhelmingly mysterious Banyan tree, with its hanging
bundles of cloth and plastic and piles of stones underneath, stopped us all in
our tracks. When we asked around later, we were told that it was a prayer tree where
people hung their hopes and aspirations for a good life, husband, job, or house
in the form of bundles of rock or the towers of stone.
Apart from the shock value and explicit strangeness of the
tree, I got to thinking about why humans place so much faith in objects, and
how is it that they range from massive stone chariots and grand ornate
carvings- to pieces of stone wrapped in rags and plastic and hung on an ancient
tree.
After these two pauses, the main attraction of Hampi seemed
to me quite bland in comparison. The Vitthala temple with its several Mantapas
and the Chariot though very interesting, just seemed to me to be too much to
take in after what I’d already dealt with in the day. So, after a quick look around and several sneaky
eavesdrops into explanations by tour guides, I made a mental resolution to come
back here and dig deeper into the place.
I went home that day still deep in thought about humans, and
their need to put faith into things, and also about that poet and that place-
and how I wouldn’t mind going for prayer if I could have a beautiful art studio
built for me by the hills and the river.
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