Ode to
immortality
Celebrating 1000 years of celestial ecstasy
By Ashwini
Bhatnagar
IT is a classical case of
one beautiful thing leading to another. One
summer night, Hemvati decided to take a dip in a
pond near her house. As she bathed under the
canopy of stars, her exquisite beauty caught the eye of the Moon
God, who was on his daily journey across the
heavens. The Moon God could not resist the charm
of this young Brahmin widow and descended to
earth. Hemvati submitted to the proposal of the
Moon God. When the night ended, the Moon God rose
to leave. He "blessed" his consort with
a child who, he said, would start a dynasty of
rulers who would be known not only for their
valour and enlightened rule but also for their
contribution to the culture and arts of Madhya
Bharat. Chandratreya, the first Chandela, was
born.
Thus about a 1000
years ago began a process of creation which has
become a source of perennial joy. The Chandela
dynastys handiwork carries this celestial
quality with it -- the quality of timelessness
and near-perfect beauty. Bold in relief and
exquisitely fine in detail, the 20-odd temples in
and around Khajuraho stand as majestically as
they first did a millennium ago -- as mute
testimony to divine inspiration.
It is said that
originally the temple cluster comprised 85
edifices of which now only 20 remain. They were
built by various rulers of the Chandela dynasty
between 950 and 1050 AD. Of the many Chandela
kings, the names of Yashovarman and Dhanga stand
out for their contribution towards making
Khajuraho what it is today. Yashovarman built the
"Himalaya -high" Vishnu temple, known
as Lakshmana temple now. The image of Vishnu,
which was installed there, was received from the
then king of Kangra, Sahi, who in turn had got it
from "Lord of Tibet."
Yashovarmans
son, Dhanga, was the greatest king of the
Chandela dynasty. He assumed the title of
Kalanjaradhipati. He annexed the eastern portion
of the Pratihara kingdom of Kannauj and had even
challenged the might of the kings of Andhra and
Kuntala. His influence was such that Jayapala,
ruler of Punjab at that time, sought his
assistance when he was attacked by Sabuktgin.
But Dhangas
name is immortalised not for his exploits in
battle. Rather, he is known for nurturing
artistic activity with so much empathy that art
and architecture flowered in their full glory
during his reign. Most of the temples in and
around Khajuraho were constructed under his
personal supervision and represent the zenith of
medieval art. He died around 1002 A.D.
The two questions which are often
asked about Khajuraho are: Why were these temples
built in the middle of nowhere? And why does
erotica find such a prominent place on the outer
and inner walls of the structures. There are a
number of answers to both these questions.
According to some scholars, Khajuraho ( known as
Vasta in ancient times and Jejakabhukti during
the medieval era) was the political capital of
the Chandelas, though the fort was at Kalinjar.
Ibn Batutah and Alberuni have recorded their
visit to the town. However, there is very little
archaelogical evidence around Khajuraho to
support the theory that it was the capital of a
flourishing empire. Apart from the temples,
excavations have not yielded the remains of a
town which would befit the size and grandeur of a
capital. There is virtually no trace of large
residential buildings or those used for public
purposes. The Shivsagar lake at the edge of the
town is barely a mile long, though it has ghats
on the two sides which adjoin the town.
Historians, therefore, believe that Khajuraho may
have been the "cultural" or
"religious" capital of the Chandelas.
The town is
situated in a valley of sorts which is surrounded
on all sides by rugged hills. The terrain is
extremely difficult and it provides the site
excellent protection against invasions. All
around, rocks and thick jungles abound and water
availability is scanty. There is very little
agriculture and even date palms are absent from
the scene. Historians argue that the Chandelas
founded their capital here because of these
natural conditions. Gwalior and Chanderi, too,
are similarly located, they say.
Moreover, though
the temple town may appear to be remotely located
today, it is situated virtually at the hub of one
of the most ancient regions of the country which
had the richest art traditions. This is the
region which comprises modern Ujjain on and
around Shipra river, Mandsaur on Chamba, Pawaya
on Padmawati, Vidisha on Betwa and Dhasana on
Dasarna. It is in this region that the greatest
and the most ancient cultural centres from third
century B.C. to the 12th century A.D. flourished.
Notable sites were Sanchi, Vidisha, Besnagar,
Udaigiri,Kadawaya, Gwalior, Mitaoli, etc on the
western side; Sagar, Bheraghat, Amarakantak,
Sirpur and Eran on the south and south-eastern
side and Chitrakoot, Kannauj and Varanasi on the
north-east side.Many of the best and ancient
monuments of India are situated in this region
which was always famous for the development of
stone art to "its most sophisticated
standards." This was conditioned as much by
the cultural traditions as by geological factors.
" A wide variety of stones suitable for
various techniques of chiselling, eg, incised,
low, high and round relief, were abundantly
available and the artisans of this region had
acquired extraordinary proficiency in stone art
since the earliest times." Thus, it is no
wonder that under the patronage of enlightened
art-loving rulers, plastic arts found their full
glory in Khajuraho.
The answer to the question as to why
erotic images adorn the walls of these temples is
still being hotly debated amongst scholars. Some
of them contend that the temples commemorate the
wedding of Lord Shiva and Parvati. As evidence
they point to a very large number of images of
Shiva and Parvati in these temples. Till today,
Shivratri is celebrated with much fervour by the
locals and the only temple where worship
continues is the Matangeshwar Temple located just
outside the precincts of the western cluster of
temples. It is, therefore, believed that the
sculptures depict the union of Shiva
(consciousness, a male principle) and Parvati
(energy, a female principle). Scholars are of the
view that many of the sexually explicit statues
in various yogic postures are actually tantric
symbols and convey a meaning which we are yet to
decipher. Another view is that the sculptures
were made to convey that one must rid oneself of kama,
krodh, lobh and moh before venturing
to enter the sanctum sanctorum .
There is yet
another school of thought that associates the
erotic carvings with the decadence which may have
prevailed at the beginning of the millennium,
though others refute this by saying that they
could have been a protest against the austere and
celibate credo of Buddhism which was reigning at
that time. Whatever may be the truth, the fact
remains that the sculptures are indeed a
celebration of the beauty of the female form in
one way or the other. There are hundreds of
finely crafted statues of women in the shingara
mood. Though carved in stone, each of them is
alive and vibrant. Whether it is a statue of a
woman waiting for her lover, or in union with him
or going about the daily chores, each panel holds
one spell-bound. It celebrates the concept of the
naikya in all its splendour. Indeed, it is
loves labour dedicated to the centre-piece
of love woman.
But apart from the images which
adorn the walls of these finest manifestations of
human imagination, is the development of the art
of temple architecture. As one enters the
precinct of the western group of temples, the
grandeur of scale and design of these structures
takes ones breath away. Though the art of
temple building in India dates back to very
ancient times, it was in the 7th century that it
reached an altogether new stage of development.
The architects had evolved an integrated temple
building pattern with a stylised personality of
its own. Its essential components were the mandapa,
the antarala and the garbhagriha. However,
by the 10th century they began to realise that
for the fullness of a temple ardha mandapa,
mandapa, antarala, garbhagriha and mahamandapa
were also also essential elements.
Elaborately ornamented spires (shikars) over
temples were also being built by the 10th century
A.D. The Kandariya Mahadeva temple at Khajuraho
is the best specimen of the medieval eras
architectural aspirations.
In fact, the
striking, and perhaps the most distinguishing,
quality of these odes (in stone) to immortality
is the development of shikhars (spires).
The main spire is surrounded by a number of
miniature spires, which, rising in a series,
culminate in the gracious purity of the main shikhar.
They may be said
to represent the never-ending human urge to soar
higher and higher. Interestingly, there has been
virtually no improvement on this practice of shikhar-building
in India after the completion of the temple
clusters in and around Khajuraho. Moreover, it is
perhaps only at this site of Madhya Bharat that
we see the creative processes transcend religious
boundaries. The main cluster, the western group
which comprises 12 temples, comprises Vaishnav,
Shaiv and Jain temples. However, it is in the
eastern group of temples that one finds most of
the Jain temples. The best of these are : the
Parsvanath temple, Ghantai temple and Adinath
temple. Though the Chandela dynasty virtually
disappeared from the political horizon of the
area now known as Bundelkhand in the later half
of the 14 century, its "Himalaya-high"
creative aspirations have withstood the test of
time. The heat and dust of 10 centuries of
existence has not dimmed the joyous spirit that
propelled the minds and hands of yore to put
stone on stone and carve out a fantasy which,
though present in the minds eye of ordinary
mortals, is never actualised.
Khajuraho diary
AS the
"seatbelts on" sign was
switched off and the plane levelled to
cruise position, the excited chatter hit
a new pitch. The gaggle was there in full
strength, occupying almost half the seats
on the plane. Members could easily be
picked out from the rest of the crowd
because of almost marble-sized gold or
pearl chokers they wore around their
necks. "Hello, darlings", cooed
the leader of the pack and briskly
proceeded to kiss the air around the
cheeks of the other members of the brood.
"Isnt it lovely that we are
all here?," she managed to say in
between the airy pecks that she was
delivering to the seats all around me.
"Soon we will be there. Isnt
it lovely?" The remark made no sense
to me as I wondered as to what she found
to be "lovely" on a plane which
was packed like a can of sardines.
"It will be fun," said an
enthusiastic voice from behind my seat. I
turned slightly to view the font from
which such girlish enthusiasm was gushing
forth. The moon-face had seen middle-age
many,many moons ago, but she was charged
up alright. "Shobaji," she
continued flashing a set of teeth which
had seen better days,"I told my
husband when the programme schedule
arrived that I will definitely go. You
see ji, us woman face a difficult
plight all through our years. When we are
young girls we are under are parents.
When we get married, husbands wont
let us do anything to enjoy. Later,
children dominate our lives. So, I told
him busji. Now I am going
to decide. I am going to Khajuraho."
"So
what did bhai sahib say,"
asked a kindly voice. " He smiled at
me and left for office," replied the
moon-face. Squeals of laughter burst
forth from many blue upholstered
wide-bodied seats. Moon-face laughed too
and continued, "You see ji, I
have never been to Khajuraho. Always
wanted to but no time even though there
are many planes flying between Khajuraho
and Delhi. You know we have always been
flying to Mumbai, Chennai, Calcutta and
even to London-Shondon. But we
have never been there. You will be
surprised Shobaji that we have never set
foot in this Bihar state, what to talk
about visiting this Khajuraho. Jab
state hi nahi dekha to uske shahr
ka to sawaal hi nahi." The
loudly dumped verbal garbage was testing
my patience. I unloosened my seatbelt,
took a deep breath and started to count
till 10. Before I muttered
six...seven...under my breath, the
enthu-sorts was at it again,"We are
lucky ji that we will see history
being made before our eyes." Shobaji
smiled indulgently at her friend,"
Darling, you will not see history being
made; you are already history."
Flight-sights
The flight was via Varanasi
and not through Agra-Gwalior as one would
expect. The 55 minutes from Delhi to
Varanasi provide me with an opportunity
to have a birds eye view of the
majestic expanse of the Gangetic plains
circumscribed by the lofty peaks of the
Himalayas. All along the flight path, the
holy Ganga kept us company; meandering
lazily through the crop-rich terrain on
either side. Ganga has fascinated us
Indians from times immemorial and I am no
exception. The love for the river is more
in my case (as I would like to believe)
as I have traversed it entire stretch
from Gangotri to Sagartirath beyond
Calcutta where it meets the sea. In the
Garhwal Himalayas, I have drank deep from
the waters of the many tributaries
Alaknanada, Mandakini, Gori Ganga, Neel
Ganga, Sawarsati,etc-- which meet each
other at the five Prayags to ultimately
form the Ganga as we know it. From an
elevation of about 35,000 feet, the flow
of the river reminded one of the flow of
our civilisation, whether in the past or
in the present. Like the Ganga, it is
sometimes pristine, sometimes muddy and
infested and sometimes frighteningly
turbulent. But everytime and everywhere,
it sustains life. From the plane, it
looked like a silver strand running from
one end of the horizon to the other
binding together everything in its wake
into one cosmic whole.
Lukewarm delights
My
colleague from Gulf News said that
the weather in Khajuraho was balmy. I
quite agreed with him. It was indeed
mild, fragrant and soothing. Neither hot
nor cold--- just lukewarm. Being out in
the sun meant getting a pleasant tan and
enough heat under the collar to make you
yearn for a swim in the open-air pool at
the hotel. In fact, around the hotels and
in the temple complex, flowers of all
hues and scents were in full bloom. Set
against harsh rocks and undulating
landscape, the beds of bougainvilleas,
petunias, dahlias, paper flowers etc made
a perfect setting for unwarranted
emotions to spring forth in the
imagination. The sun, the flowers and the
ambience of the "temples of
love" made one feel heavy-limped and
lazy with romance. I had to make that
special effort to shake myself out of the
stupor that engulfs anyone who visits
Khajuraho at this time of the year.
Corporate
"culture"
A lot has
been said in favour of the corporates
getting into the act of saving Indian
culture. In fact, corporate sponsorships
have been touted as the ultimate solution
to the problem of preservation of
culture. Putting this mantra into
practice, the Madhya Pradesh government
had tied up with a large corporate group,
best known as manufacturers of tractors,
to organise the millennium celebrations
at Khajuraho. To put it very mildly, the
organisational part was a disaster.
Pretty Young Things in cotton sarees and
Brash Young Men in suits, ties and
RayBans were all over but, unfortunately,
they did not know why they were there or
what they were supposed to do. So, FICCI
and CII delegates with VVIP entry passes
had to shout and elbow through the crowd
of lesser mortals to gain entry into
different venues. Once in, nobody had a
clue as to what would happen next or
where to go. The Press was the least
informed of the entire guest list. As a
result, many a journalist had to
virtually fight with the organisers and
the police even to do routine things like
clicking the President of India declaring
open the millennium celebrations. As for
the aesthetic part of the show, this
tractor company had lugged tractors all
the way from Gwalior and positioned them
right at the entrance to the Khajuraho
Dance Festival venue. Talk about mixing
culture with agriculture!
A.B.
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