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Off To Elephanta!

Even though I have been a resident of the city for long, I had never been to the Elephanta caves. I got the opportunity to visit this beautiful place when my friends’ proposed a visit to the island during out vacation.

Elephanta Caves are situated on an island named Gharapuri which is about 10km away from Mumbai. When the Portuguese came to India in 1534, they found a stone statue of an elephant on this island and named the caves – ElephantaCaves. The elephant statue is currently in Jijamata Udyan at Byculla. The caves which house several statues of God Shiva, were initially a place of worship before the Portuguese invasion and were declared to be a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1987.

There are several ferry boats that take the visitors to the island throughout the day. We took a ferry from The Gateway of India. It takes about 40-50minutes to reach the island from the mainland.


As the boat leaves from Gateway, one can see the beautiful receding skyline of Mumbai with The Gateway and Taj Hotel prominently standing out with a fleet of small boats in front of them.


On the way, we saw many ships, some belonging to the navy but most of them were cargo ships. The huge ships came, quickly overtook us and disappeared along the horizon like a surreal dream. The constant companions that we had on our way were these pretty birds.


Soon enough, we neared the island. A small, conical green hill in the middle of the Arabian sea. The smell of salt water mingled with mangroves was refreshing and welcoming. As soon as the ferry boat reached the disembarking point, all 4 of us jumped out. There is a bridge that connects this point to the actual island. We walked along the bridge, chomping on slices of raw mangoes, jujube and Indian gooseberries that the local people sell on the way.


Knowing that there is no point staring at statues without knowing the history, we hired a guide. He told us that to reach the caves, we have to climb 120 steps. With the midday sun smiling gaily over our heads, we hushed and puffed all the way up. There were many stalls on the way up which sold pretty things made of stones, wood and cloth. Our old buddies since centuries, monkeys, also warmed the place with their presence.


Finally we reached the top of the mountain. Declared as an UNESCO world heritage site in 1987, the Elephanta Caves’ date back to the 4th-5th century. We met this lady at the top who insisted that we take her picture and that she’d pose for us. After clicking the picture, she gallantly asked for cash since we had taken her picture. 😛


While our guide was buying our entrance passes, we began exploring a little on our own. From the edge of the ticket booth, we got to see this breathtaking view of the sea and the bridge.


The Elephanta caves were discovered by the Portuguese in 1534 and were declared as a world heritage site in 1987. Since there are no written inscriptions in the caves, the archeologists have found it difficult to know which century the construction of the caves began and under the rule of which dynasty. It is believed that the construction was started around the 5th century by the Mauryas (known as the Kokan Mauryas) and went on for 1300 years. There are a few artifacts in the temple that date back to around 4th century as well.

The Elephanta caves consist of 7 caves out of which 3 are incomplete. The main cave has huge carvings of Lord Shiva depicting him in his various forms. The entire complex is built from volcanic rock, the basalt rock. The main cave has a total of 26 original pillars and 2 reconstructed pillars.


The carvings present all around the caves depict Lord Shiva in his various forms. In the picture below, the different forms that we see are

  1. Top Left: Natraja- The Cosmic Dancer
  2. Top Right: Shiva as Bhairava slaying the Andhaka
  3. Bottom Right: Shiva as Yogisvara, performing meditation on a lotus flower
  4. Bottom Left: Demon King Raavana trying to lift Kailash, the home of Lord Shiva, along with Shiva to take it to Lanka with him.


The carvings have lost several of their parts like hands, legs, in some cases, face because of the Portuguese vandalism. Their troops used these carvings for target practice. There are a few places where one can see the bullets still lodged inside the stone.

The following picture shows the holy shrine that houses the Shivling. The entrance is flanked by 2 lion stone sculptures.


The main cave also has the main attraction of the caves, the Trimurti. This carving shows 3 heads which are believed to represent the 3 essential aspects of Shiva- Creation, protection and destruction. The right half shows a young face holding a rosebud, a sign of life and creativity closely resembling Brahma- the God of Creation. The left half depicting an angry man is said to be the Aghora or Bhairava form of Shiva also known as Rudra-Shiva- the God of destruction. The face in the centre shows a calm, meditative face like that of Vishnu- the God of Protection and order.

The reason why this statue has remained intact is because there was a door in front of this statue and hence the Portuguese were unaware about the existence of this beautiful carving behind that door which was cleverly disguised to look like a wall.


The caves also have carvings showing the marriage between Shiva and Parvati, a form of Adi-shakti. The picture shows 2 carvings, one of it showing the marriage in progress and the other one is post marriage. If you look closely, the position of Parvati has shifted, symbolizing the marriage between the two of them.


Ardhanari-nateshwara, is a sculpture of Shiva and Shakti depicting them as a single entity. Half of the carving, the right side, shows Shiva with his long hair, crescent moon over his head whereas the left side shows Shakti with tied hair, ornaments and female clothing.


Up ahead of the main cave, lay 3 unfinished caves. People believe that these caves have remained incomplete because of the arrival of Portuguese which led to cessation of work being done in these caves. This picture shows 2 of the 3 unfinished caves.


We were totally drenched in sweat by the time we finished seeing the entire place but were very pleased mentally. Loaded with huge helpings of knowledge about history, our stomachs began to grumble for being ignored for such a long time and so we headed back to the ferry embarking point to feed ourselves yummy treats at Colaba Causeway. But before we left, we had a very special surprise that came to bid us farewell.


Elephanta is a lovely, serene place to visit for the ones who are interested in history, mythology and architecture. Even though it takes up almost half a day, one should not miss this pretty place surrounded with black rocks silently whispering an ancient tale in your ears. All you have to do is listen carefully. 🙂


This beautiful tree is a frequent sight in India, be it on the sidewalks, parks or forests. But surprisingly this tree is not indigenous to India. Gulmohar was brought to India by the British people in 1800s from the island of Madagascar, the heart of natural flora and fauna.Image

During summers, the tree has almost no leaves but is adorned by beautiful and vibrant red flowers. The tree of ‘Palas’ is known as the flame of the forest but with its lovely flowers, this tree too looks as if it were on fire.


A very peculiar feature of the flowers of this tree is that among the 5 petals that it has, one is always different. It is a shade of very light yellow fading into white at the periphery with frequent reddish pigmentation all along. Why it is so is unexplained, but in reality, it is the contrasting nature of the petal that makes the flower look even more lovely.


After summer comes monsoon and brings with it the wonderful rains. Just after the first few showers, this tree puts up yet another stunning display. The flowers are all shed due to the hammering of the raindrops and splay along the ground beneath the tree, a spectacular sight. It is impossible to see it and not feel anything. Somehow, even such a simple departure of the flowers to lay down that red carpet the welcome the monsoon captures your heart.


Gulmohar is not an exotic flower but is still one of my favourites because of its subtle and graceful beauty. There is nothing that decorates summer as beautifully as the Gulmohar does and its one of the main reasons why I look forward to the otherwise terrible season. Now that Monsoon is here, it is time to bid Gulmohar farewell for this year. But before I say my final goodbyes to it, I wanted to write a post on it so that everyone comes to know what a beauty the Gulmohar  tree is, the tree we otherwise hardly notice.Image

P.S: Facts in the post are from my 8th standard textbook which i had read almost 8-9yrs back. 😛

Tides Of Time…


It is said that time and tide wait for no man. Evidently, so do people when certain situations spring up. Everyone has their priorities lined up like ducks and there are times when you just don’t have a place among that line of ducks. This may happen at any time including the times when you needed them the most. In this world where everyone is caught up in their own races, I wonder if its foolish to expect so much out of people. But one thing we can deduce from this for sure is that we must learn to be firm and understand that if we have no place in the priorities of people’s life, maybe its time for us to look for time elsewhere. Where? Well, of course, in our own hearts. Too often, we don’t give ourselves the time that we deserve. It is the bitter truth that no one in this world will give you as much priority as you yourself can. So what are you waiting for? Grab the moment and make time for yourself before you waste the precious minutes looking after someone else. Befriend yourself, be your own best friend and you’ll get to see life in a new light.

Breathe In And Let Go…


Mahatma Gandhi, the father of our country had once said ~ “An eye of an eye will make the whole world blind.” As a firm believer of non-violence and truth, he had also quoted the Bible saying “When someone slaps you on one cheek, smile, turn your face and offer him your other cheek.”

Hello! Reality check! We’re in the 21st century out here. Where technology and development is glowing with pride and morality is on its downward journey. Here, no one will hesitate to poke you in the eye, slap your other cheek or stab you in the back (figuratively and literally). Today, we live in a world where evolution has got us to such a juncture that we won’t hesitate before selling off our scruples. People have become impatient, over-sensitive, indifferent, insolent and intolerant.

People hurt each other purposefully, out of jealousy, hatred or just to show their superiority. They hardly ever take into consideration the feelings and emotions of others. Feeling have become a toy to be used and discarded. So in a world like this, would you still advocate others to be quiet and not do anything? And after going through hell, you’ll nevertheless have some of the ‘hurt’ people telling you “Just because they are bad doesn’t mean we have to be bad to them.”

I’m not talking about violence out here. No one is asking anyone to stalk the person concerned with a knife, look for a good opportunity and go for the kill. That’s not the point. What one must learn to do is not bask in the hurt but to make efforts to grow out of it. Detach from things that hurt you, incidences that act as hurdles in your growth as a person. It may have been good while it lasted, but now if it is driving you up the wall, take the hint and let it go with a smile in your heart. It sounds difficult but is definitely a worthwhile endeavor  If someone or something has hurt you, don’t be afraid to leave it or ignore it. You aren’t giving up or being a coward if you leave it because sometimes it takes the greatest strength not to stick along but to ignore.

Life is definitely a stage and we are nothing but just actors. No one had said that life is holding an audition for the role of ‘martyr’ that one has to slog in misery just to look benevolent and paltry. Don’t just throw your life away by allowing people to hurt you, use you and then discard you. Stand up for yourself if no one does, take radical steps if necessary but don’t compromise your self worth. Ultimately in the end, it’s your life and it’s up to you to see how large you can make it.

The Birth Of Faith


My most recent trip was to this small island in the Indian Ocean named Sri Lanka. But do not be fooled by its size. Even though it may be a small country, it has the biggest hearts that I have ever seen. Though it is fighting its way up the ladder when it comes to development, but it is totally blessed when it comes to natural bounty. Clad in lush green robes, this country is like a sparking emerald.

This serene and beautiful country is the home of many Buddhist people. It also houses one of the most prestigious and priceless thing of Buddhism, the Tooth Relic Temple. The Tooth Relic Temple is unique and different from all others because it has the last living sign of Lord Buddha- his canine tooth. The tooth was smuggled from India to Sri Lanka, hidden in the headgear of a princess. Why Sri Lanka you may ask. Well it was because Lord Buddha had sensed that this tiny, blessed land will be perfect for the growth of the religion. And indeed it was.

This beautiful temple is situated in the city, Kandy. The minute I stepped inside the complex, a wave of calmness enveloped me. The locals walking towards the temple, armed with lotus flowers always made it a point to send a genuine, warm smile my way. The atmosphere itself was so peaceful, I was felling happy from within.

Inside the temple, there is the chamber that holds the tooth. It is the innermost and the most holy chamber. Surrounding it are more chambers. The doors of these chambers are not always open. The priests go through the astronomical placements of the stars and the doors are opened only when there is an auspicious period as hinted by the celestial bodies.

People who had come to the temple along with us, sat there patiently, waiting for the doors to open. There were about 500 people in the praying area that time but it was so quiet, you would never believe that there were actually 500+ people present there. Everyone sat silently, praying and meditating and waiting for the doors to open. Even the small kids sat next to their parents instead of running around on their curious little legs like they always do.

Me being a Hindu, we rarely get such moments in our temples where there is so much peace and tranquillity. Out temple complexes are beautiful, serene and a class apart but somehow, thanks to the growing population and the never-ending faith in God, all temples are usually so crowded you never get the real feel of spirituality when you are in the temple. You join your hands, close your eyes and before you know it, the next person in the line is pushing you to have his time with God and your prayers are over even before you could start them. Ask anybody and they will tell you the same. It doesn’t happen always, mind you, but happens most of the times.

So when I was in this Tooth Relic Temple, I could sense it. The complete silence around me with momentary bursts of flash when people took pictures.  The tiny vibrations that sprung up at the center of my being. The tingling sensation under my skin. The serene tranquility caressing my mind.  I stood there, transfixed and my mind went blank. I closed my eyes and stared into the infinite whiteness before me. I couldn’t pray, the feeling in my throat wouldn’t let me open my mouth, the blank mind could hardly think of coherent words. And suddenly, somewhere within me, the overwhelming feeling took over and the dam burst. I began to cry, right there in the middle of the praying room. The tears rolled down my cheeks but I made no attempts to wipe them or stop them, I let them flow.

I have no idea why I cried or what made me get so emotional but one thing I know for sure is that on that special day, I felt so close to God, something I have never felt before in my life. I am not exactly an atheist, but my faith keeps wavering and what I experienced  in the Temple was something totally anew. That day, for the first time, I felt faith bloom in my heart and radiate throughout my body, warming me. A faith so beautiful , it taught me to look at life in a new way, a better way. A faith so strong, so pure and so soothing, something that I’ll never let go…