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The Turkish connection

Indialogue Foundation director Osman Kayaoglu talks about the places to see in Turkey as he holds a traditional Turkish vase./  Photo: Nagara Gopal / The Hindu
Indialogue Foundation director Osman Kayaoglu talks about the places to see in Turkey as he holds a traditional Turkish vase./ Photo: Nagara Gopal / The Hindu

As the Turkish Consulate gets ready to set up office in Hyderabad, Neeraja Murthy finds a Turkey-Hyderabad connect

Enter the first floor of Learnium School on Road No. 44, Jubilee Hills and you’ll find a slice of Turkey in Hyderabad. On the walls is a Turkish Corner that displays photographs of ‘Turk folklor’, a Turkish bride, ‘Turk Lokumu’ among other things. Move around and there is a Indo-Turk Corner and photographs of famous Turkish palaces. As we soak in the pictures, we hear the booming voice of Sevim Kayaogolu calling out “Bir, iki, uch, dort… “(one, two, three four… in Turkish). She is teaching a Turkish dance to a group of young girls who are dancing to the beats of Yeni bir dunya, dressed in their traditional Turkish dresses.

Sevim (in the centre) joins a group of girls dancing to the tune of Turkish song ‘Yeni bir dunya’. / Photo: Nagara Gopal / The Hindu
Sevim (in the centre) joins a group of girls dancing to the tune of Turkish song ‘Yeni bir dunya’. / Photo: Nagara Gopal / The Hindu

“The students are presenting this Turkish dance for the Parents Day meeting,” informs Sevim. The school (will be called Iqbalia International School) run by a Trust (which also includes Turkish people) teaches Turkish language art, dance and culture to its students, in addition to its regular CBSE syllabus. Osman Kayaogolu, director of Indialogue Foundation’s second year in Hyderabad, calls the city ‘historical’. “Among the different cities in India, Hyderabad has a beautiful history,” he says and adds, “Turkey and Hyderabad share a lot in common in culture. We have given our daughters here in marriage – Princess Durru Shehvar who married Azam Jah, Princesses Esin and Esra have also come to Hyderabad after marriage.”

Osman talks about the ‘royal’ similarity between the two regions. “The Chowmahalla Palace looks like a replica of Dolmabahche palace, only the former is smaller. It is said that the Chowmahalla was built for Durru Shehvar so that she would feel at home in a place that reminds her of Turkey,” he smiles.

Indialogue Foundation, the Turkish cultural centre acts as a hub for the 15 Turkish families living in Hyderabad. “We get together here during religious ceremonies like Eid and we organise inter-faith seminars, talks, conferences and cultural programmes. We arrange business meetings between Turkish and Indian businessmen and also organise Turkish celebrations.”

Osman says the Turks enjoy their stay in the city. “The climate is nice and we enjoy eating biryani which is like our not-so-spicy Osmani pulao. We have made many friends here and people are affectionate too.”

What baffles Osman however is the way friendly Hyderabadis behave while driving on roads. “During busy traffic, they are not at all friendly and act differently,” he says with a smile. The Turkish women volunteers try to spread their art and culture in the city. Osman and his group of friends also play football every Sunday. “We don’t know about cricket, but now our children are picking up the game in Hyderabad.”

There is also good news for the Turkish families in the city with the Turkish Consulate coming up here. “The Turkish Consulate General Murat Omeroglu is in Hyderabad with his family and the work to establish the Consulate has begun. The process might take six months,” says Osman.

Osman says Turkish people in the city do miss their family and friends back home as well as Turkish food; but they have found a home away from home here.

“Hyderabad is our second home. Merhaba Hydarabad (Salaam Hyderabad),” he signs off.

Short film contest

Indialogue Foundation and Sarojini Naidu School of Arts and Communication, University of Hyderabad had organised a Indialogue Short Film Contest 2013on the theme ‘Peaceful Coexistence” which aimed to foster universally shared values among public .

The contest had two categories – YouTube award and Jury award. Emrah Alpaslan from Saritha Vidya Niketan with his short film titled Dedicated Life won the YouTube award with 2100+ views. Jhilam Chattaraj, from University of Hyderabad with her movie In Search of History was selected for the Jury award.

Both the awards carried a prize money of Rs. 35,000 each.

source: http://www.thehindu.com / The Hindu / Home> Features> MetroPlus / by Neeraja Murthy / November 19th, 2013

A gem of a story

The man dealing with treasures at the world’s premium auction house spills the beans on some famous sparkles

David Warren International Director ofJewellery, Christie’s

As the man in charge of organising auctions of exquisite diamonds, jewellery and artworks, David Warren is always on the lookout for treasures from private collections, estates and individuals. As a child, he would help out in his mother’s antique shop in Scotland. “I appreciated beautiful things even as a child and now, I see and handle some of the world’s most exquisite jewels every day,” he says. He tells us the stories behind the some of the famous baubles he has worked with.

» “I love the story behind the ruby ring from the sale of Elizabeth Taylor’s jewellery collection in 2011. Richard Burton was looking for the perfect ruby, and wrote in fluent French (not bad for the son of a Welsh miner) to Pierre Arpels of the jewellery house about it. Years later, they found the world’s perfect ruby, which was then set in a ring he presented to Elizabeth Taylor in her Christmas stocking. At first, she left the small package inside the sock, believing it to be a walnut. Burton had to make her look again and that’s when she picked up the ring.

» In the late 1980s, an elderly lady in Scotland would tell me she had gemstones of national importance. I didn’t really believe her. One day she invited me to lunch and showed me a light pink cushion-shaped diamond. I traced its history and found that it originally came from India in 1526 — it was the Agra Diamond, that Emperor Babur wore in his turban. It was later passed down among the Mughal emperors. In the late 19th century, the stone was smuggled out of India by an English officer and reached London. It was sold to an American railroad engineer Louis Winans, who built trains in Russia. He enjoyed collecting gemstones and this became one of his treasured pieces. The old lady was a relative of his and when he died, her sisters each received tin boxes with precious jewels inside. During World War II, she dug a hole in the ground and kept the box there for safety. Later, she moved it to a safe at the bank. When we finally sold the Agra, it made $ 7 million — a world record price for any coloured diamond in 1990.

» In November this year, Christie’s held an auction of the Orange diamond. It is the largest fancy vivid diamond (14.82 carats) ever offered at auction. It sold for $35,540,612 at Christie’s Geneva, setting a world record price for an orange diamond. I can’t disclose the name of the buyer but the stone is described as a ‘miracle of nature’. I don’t think I’ll ever see another like it in my lifetime.”

source: http://www.bangaloremirror.com / Bangalore Mirror / Home> Columns> Work / by Bangalore Mirror Bureau / by Jayanthi Madhukar / November 28th, 2013

Karnataka Forum staged Indian Comedy Show in Qatar

Qatar:

Karnataka Muslim Cultural Association (KMCA) staged a world renowned Urdu Comedy show -Adrak Ko Panje- for the first time in Qatar on 1st November 2013 at Al Maha School auditorium boys wing.

The full jam packed crowd was thrilled with nonstop three hours of comedy by the all artists who came all the way from Hyderabad and Bangalore.

The event was inaugurated by Mr. Saeed Asadi who welcomed the gathering; prominent leader of Indian Community at Qatar Mr. Hasan Chougle addressing the gathering lauded his voice the good community work being done by KMCA and appreciated the Special Needs team for the community service.
The dignities were felicitated by the forum president Mr. Niyaz Ahmed.

Mr. Sayed Abdul Hye, the senior citizen and the past president of KMCA was also present in the diaz. Mr. Saquib Raza Khan proposed vote of thanks and Mr. Ibraiz Khan compared the event.

source:  http://www.sahilonline.com / Sahil Online / Home / Gulf News press release / by I. G. Bhatkali / Saturday – November 16th, 2013

GSSS Engg. student represents India

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Mysore :

City skater, Benazir Meera, a 5th semester student of Electrical Engineering at GSSSIETW, Mysore, represented India in the Samsung ISU World Cup Short Track Championship (also a qualifier for the Winter Olympics) held between Nov. 7 and 11 at Torino, Italy. She has been coached by K. Srikantha Rao.

Benazir Meera is the daughter of A. Mohammed Meera and Naheed Meera, residents of city.

Benazir Meera had previously won the second place in National Short Track Speed Skating Fall/ Winter Ranking Competition held in Taipei Arena Annex Ice Rink in 2007 and represented India in 2008 at the same event.

source: http://www.starofmysore.com / Star of Mysore / Home> Sports News / November 22nd, 2013

‘The Great Akbar’ of Independence struggle

Azad’s greatest gift was to postulate an equation between Islam and Indian nationalism on the one hand, and between Islam and the universal principles, on the other

Height about 5’ 5’’; exceptionally thin; noticeably fair; age about 33 years; has practically no hair on his face though he does not shave; long sharp face with prominent nose. This is the “official” description of Maulana Abul Kalam Azad, the golden boy of the Independence struggle. With his confidence, charm and sincerity, Azad impressed people of his age group with his sharp and swift mind. Later in years, he especially cultivated a look of venerable age to give a suitable background to his learning. His genius and method were too individual to found a school, but his writings and lectures exerted a profound influence owing to the breadth of view and patient learning. Rajaji described him as ‘The Great Akbar of Today’.

Unease with conformity

The study of Azad’s early life is, however, hampered by a deficiency of data. But there is ample evidence to indicate his discomfort with the traditional order of things. This was enough to rouse his scorn. So is his unease with taqlid or conformity. Is Islamic doctrine so rigid and dogmatic that it leaves no room for intellectual creativity? With this bent of mind, he broke off the shackles of fossilised theology, and critiqued all those elements in theology that inhibited the progress of empirical science and the unlimited process of their utilisation. His views on the spread of a materialistic way of life and the stagnation and retardation of religious life became well-known, but this phase in his life — when he “saw in religion only ignorance” — proved to be momentary. Once he regained his faith, he worked out a synthesis between the reformist and orthodox philosophies. He did not go too far in this journey, but went far enough to disturb thestatus quo.

The awakening at Aligarh’s M.A.O. College fostered ideas on reforms, interpretation, and innovation among the Muslim intelligentsia. Syed Ahmad Khan moulded young Azad’s thinking. He did his very best to read his writings and admired them. He also admired Shibli Nomani, founder of the Nadwat al-ulama in Lucknow. And when the Nadwa alim turned pan-Islamist after the European intervention in the Balkan States, Azad too stressed that the bonding with the Turks was unique insofar as they were a part of the Islamic community as well as its last political centre.

One has only to cast a glance at some of Azad’s early writings to realise that he entered the valley of doubts and uncertainties to demolish the suppositions that had guided theologians. He opposed the ‘scripturalists’ or the ‘literalists,’ because they advocated rigid adherence to the fundamentals of Islam, as literally interpreted from the Koran and the Sunna. His interest in the externals of religion, too, diminished. At the same time, he was consistent in his authentic inward piety. Just as he was ready to comprehend the whole Koran within the verses of the first Surah, so he conceived and pursued the politics of Islam within the Koran’s dimension of piety.

The Muslim communities were divided by geographical situation, by differences of dialect and custom and, in some cases, by the deeper chasm of sectarianism, but pan-Islamism inflamed their passions, a feeling that, although they had been ground down under the wheels of history, they thought of themselves as a mighty society spread worldwide. Azad, for one, was attached to the common inheritance of Islamic culture and explored the treasures of thought and emotion which belonged to the umma. He proceeded naturally from the conviction that education, liberalism and faith in progress were requisites for Muslim empowerment.

Setting a great example of moral leadership during World War I, Azad became the soul of the Congress party. He opposed Partition heart and soul, while a great body of his compatriots clamoured for a Muslim nation. He could not conceal the contempt that he felt for them, and at no stage in his public career did he stoop to compromise. The spectacle of Indians working out a new way of life and boldly defying the accumulated prejudices and animus of the past was one which aroused his interest and curiosity. Without looking around to find a mirror that might reflect radical faces, he identified pluralism to be the weapon of the strong and the weak against the British. He preferred the conviction of Dara Shikoh, the eldest Mughal prince and a victim of Aurangzeb’s conspiracy, that in the search for the ultimate Truth, mosques as well as temples validly mediate the one candle’s light.

Harmonious and creative Islam

Azad’s greatest gift was to postulate an equation between Islam and Indian nationalism on the one hand, and between Islam and the universal principles, on the other. He did so to enlarge our conception of what is possible, enrich our intellectual imagination, and diminish dogmatism which closes the mind to ijtehad. With his belief in an integrated, harmonious and creative Islam, he adumbrated the outlook of a religious humanist, very much in the line of the humanism embodied in the classical Persian Sufi poetical tradition. He envisaged an Islam not of sectarian belligerence but of confident partnership in a cultural and spiritual diversity where a strident divisiveness would be its betrayal.

Maulana Abul Kalam Azad, Minister of Education in free India and sponsor of an ‘official’ history of the 1857 Rebellion, referred to the two communities standing ‘shoulder to shoulder’ to liberate themselves from the British yoke. Why did Azad and others think that it was worth their while to make this point? Probably, to record the regret that “the British swept away and rooted out the late Mughals’ pluralistic and philosophically composite nationalism,” and to bemoan that they ensured that common action by Hindus and Muslims would in future not be accomplished easily.

Shakespeare’s view of life in one of his plays is that, “round the lonely great ones of this earth there is inevitably a conspiracy of envy and hatred, hatched by the base and common sort.” On December 30, 1941, the gates of Naini prison outside Allahabad opened for Azad; on August 9, 1942, the new gate of the old Ahmednagar Fort prison closed behind him.

Earlier, its mention would invariably bring to his mind several forgotten footprints of time and presented, page after page, six centuries of history. And yet, “in this world of thousand caprices and moods, so many doors are opened to be closed and so many are closed to be later thrown open.” Hence, between July 15 and August 5, 1942, he went around the country for consultation with the Congress leaders.

Azad spent a total of 10 years in jail. Thrown into a new world whose geography did not extend beyond a hundred yards and where the population was no more than 15 faces, he was overwhelmed by the morning sunlight and the evening darkness. Like Antonio Gramsci, Azad conceived of writing something that might absorb him and give a focus to his inner life. For this, he read a great deal. He drew the guidance and motivation from the reading of Scriptures. It is important to realise — and important particularly for the full knowledge and comprehension of times past — that internment kindled Azad’s Islam into warmth and fervour. Like Aurobindo Ghose who found God as a result of the wrath of the government, he felt comforted and serene. And like the future sage of Pondicherry, he found it impossible to explain the love of motherland or sacrifice to the thick-skinned Britons in India.

Independence came with Nehru’s ‘tryst with destiny’ speech, but Partition plunged Azad’s spirits into depression. “There is no more certain test of statesmanship,” wrote H.A.L. Fisher in his History of Europe, “than the capacity to resist the political intoxication of victory.” Though hurt and wounded by a colossal tragedy, the otherwise distraught Azad carried his tribulations with a stoical dignity and pursued his active role through stresses of inner disquiet. Ultimately, he suffered for the sake of truth. He had noted in one of his many elegant passages that, “the flowering trees whose offspring once represented beauty and grace were now lying in a heap in a corner, like burnt out bushes and trampled up grass.” The story which opened with the bright colours of the Al-Hilal and Al-Balagh closed in deep shadow.

Like the Urdu poet, Mir Taqi Mir, Azad could only voice affirmation of the historical process or protest against the iniquities of time and the suffering it caused to the sensitive mind and soul. He had indeed no small talk, and no time for it, or for little human foibles, but in his famous speech after independence at the Red Fort in Delhi, he lambasted those Muslims who threw themselves more and more deeply into the communal vortex. At the same time it must be said to his credit that, in the turmoil raging around the Muslim communities, Azad secured them the comfort of peace and security. Lesser men found conflict in the rich variety of life, but Azad was big enough not only to see the essential unity behind all that diversity but also to realise that only in this unity can there be hope for India as a whole and for those great and varied currents of national life.

(Mushirul Hasan is a historian of modern India. He has edited a book Azad’s Legacies: Islam Pluralism and Nationhood (forthcoming)

source: http://www.thehindu.com / The Hindu / Home> Opinion> Lead / by Mushirul Hasan / November 08th, 2013

On 125th birth anniversary, Maulana Abul Kalam Azad lies a forgotten man

Bengali political theorist Manabendra Nath Roy (1887 - 1954) addresses the Indian National Congress, circa 1940. On the right is Muslim statesman Abul Kalam Azad (1888 - 1958), the President of the Congress
Bengali political theorist Manabendra Nath Roy (1887 – 1954) addresses the Indian National Congress, circa 1940. On the right is Muslim statesman Abul Kalam Azad (1888 – 1958), the President of the Congress

Its red sandstone boundary walls are defaced with posters and betel juice marks. Shopkeepers hang cases full of clothes and jewellery on them. Inside the walls the dry fountains gather dust and filth. This is the state of the maosoleum of Maulana Abul Kalam Azad, independent India’s first education minister, whose 125th birth anniversary will be observed Monday.

Situated in the heart of the bustling Meena Bazar, the garden-tomb of India’s prominent independence leader and close associate of Jawaharlal Nehru, the country’s first prime minister, the mausoleum is surrounded by numerous shops selling food, mobiles, CDs, clothes and other knick-knacks. Open sewers and a dump yard nearby tell a tale of unbelievable civic and governmental neglect.

Apart from the apathy of the authorities in maintaining the site, what stands out is that even most residents are not even aware about the mausoleum of a leader who is credited with establishing a national education system and modern institutes of higher education, including the Indian Institutes of Technology. His birth anniversary is also observed as National Education Day.

Walking down the winding by-lanes in search of the mausoleum, one is startled to learn that most of the locals are oblivious of his name, leave alone the location of the memorial. It’s indeed ironic how the man who persuaded thousands of Muslims during partition to stay back in India is now a forgotten man.

The boundary walls of his mausoleum have become billboards for local politicians, quacks and restaurants, while the temporary stalls adjacent to these walls have further damaged it by hammering nails and creating deep holes in places.

The gate has a lock, but it might as well not have one.

As you enter the small black iron-gate, a short staircase leads to a garden where people, mostly shopkeepers, are having lunch or a siesta. It is perhaps the only place offering peace and tranquillity in the midst of a maddening market and has thus become the resting place for many. That is another reason why the mausoleum is at least still maintained, though empty packets and wrappers of eatables and plastic bottles are scattered around the boundary walls.

In one corner is the mausoleum made of white marble with a patch of green grass on top. A canopy and a short boundary wall, both made of white marble, cover it from rain and sun – and more importantly, bird droppings. The fountains and pools, on the front and on the sides of the mausoleum, are empty and full of dust and filth, while the garden has patches of grass. Lichen covers the trunks of many trees.

The famous Urdu Park in front of the mausoleum, where Azad along with Sardar Patel, independent India’s first home minister and now much in the news, and C. Rajagopalachari, India’s first governor-general, delivered the historic 1942 Quit India address, is a playground for amateur cricketers during daytime and a haven for drug addicts and drunkards at night.

Sadly, it seems no one cares. For the locals, the mausoleum was just what it was – a mausoleum. “I know it’s a mazar (mausoleum) but I don’t know whose it is,” Abdul, a shopkeeper selling blankets near the boundary wall of the memorial, told IANS.

Similarly, tourists who come in droves to visit the nearby Jama Masjid and Meena Bazar, famous for affordable women’s apparel and accessories, give the memorial a miss as they are oblivious of its existence and importance.

Azad’s grandnephew Firoz Bakht Ahmed is not surprised at the neglect. “Since independence, he (Azad) never got the importance that he deserved. The government as well as the people have forgotten him. It’s a tragedy,” Ahmed told IANS. He said leaders like Azad, Patel and many more deserved much more recognition and respect. “There should be chapters in schools where students are taught about them and not just a handful of freedom fighters,” he said.

Talking about the poor maintenance of the memorial, Ahmed said that squatters should be removed from near the site and proper security arrangements put in place. “He was a freedom fighter and a nationalist leader known for his secular thoughts and was one of the few Muslim leaders who strongly opposed the partition of India. But sadly, he is not remembered now,” he added.

source: http://www.dnaindia.com / D NA  / Home> India> Report / Agency: IANS / Sunday – November 10th, 2013

Rare self-portraits by MF Husain on display in Dubai

Dubai : 

An exhibition containing 25 rare self-portraits by MF Hussain, in commemoration of his birth centenary has been put on display here.

Husain, who died in 2011, spent a number of years in the city, is being honoured with the exhibition titled ‘Maqbool’, to mark his 100th birthday. The exhibition, curated by Dadiba Pundole, will run until December 12 at the Sovereign Art Gallery .

Six other art works by Husain are also on display at the same venue. The self-portraits show various stages of his life participating in different activities.

The exhibition also showcases the vast range of mediums that Husain used in his work — pencil sketches, oil paintings on canvas, and several mixed-mediums including the use of Arabic calligraphy.

source:  http://www.timesofindia.indiatimes.com / The Times of India / Home> India / PTI / November 25th, 2013

Rare Mughal exhibits from British Library in Delhi

Rare exhibits including Shah Jahan’s recipe book, a route map from Delhi to Quandhar, a river front map of Agra, a bird’s eye view of Red Fort are among other Mughal miniatures set to go on display here.

Titled ‘Mughal India: Life, Art and Culture’, an exhibintion tracing the evolution of Mughal art and empire between the 16th and 19th centuries has been curated by Malini Roy for the British Library in London in March this year.

The exhibition of replicas of exquisite paintings from the British Library’s Central and South Asian collections is scheduled to be inaugurated by Vice President Hamid Ansari  and Union External Affairs Minister, Salman Khurshid .

An initiative by Roli Books in collaboration with Indra Gandhi National Centre for Arst (IGNCA), the facsimile edition of the original exhibition will be on display in the capital from November 22 to December 31.

“The exhibition at British Library is not like we visit a museum. Hence, they aren’t on display unless something particularly asks to see these exhibits. And how many Indians would get to see that? So, we chose to bring the same exhibition here as well,” says Pramod Kapoor, Founder and Publisher, Roli Books.

“Besides the exhibition a series of lectures, workshops and discussions by noted art historians and scholars from India as well as London including William Dalrymple, M J Akbar and Pushpesh Pant will also be held,” he added.

The Mughal Empire was a period of great cultural and educational enlightenment and has directly influenced many modern areas of Indian culture.

source: http://www.business-standard.com / Business Standard / Home> PTI Stories> National> News / by Press Trust of India / New Delhi – November 20th, 2013

Abracadabra : Passing thoughts on men and mice

Kennedy, Sabu and Anekaroti

(1-Top Left )Sabu, the elephant boy. (2-Top Right) Sabu with his father, a mahout (3- Middle) This is the rear of the building from where Kennedy was shot and killed. (4-Bottom) The memorial like a wall with vertical lines at the spot where Kennedy delivered his last speech. Dr. Sunder Raj is seen standing by the side of the information plaque.
(1-Top Left )Sabu, the elephant boy.
(2-Top Right) Sabu with his father, a mahout
(3- Middle) This is the rear of the building from where Kennedy was shot and killed.
(4-Bottom) The memorial like a wall with vertical lines at the spot where Kennedy delivered his last speech. Dr. Sunder Raj is seen standing by the side of the information plaque.

A couple of days back, an old friend of mine from Bangalore had come to meet me and casually asked if Dr. J.K. Sunder Raj, a well-known family doctor of our city, had hung his stethoscope. Since I am in regular contact with him either in the Sports Club or Mysore Race Club or in connection with the Zoo (where he treats the gorillas), I answered in the negative.

“What makes you think Dr. Sunder Raj has called it a day and closed shop?” I asked.

It seems my friend had gone to see him at his clinic on Old Mysore Bank Road in city and found there was no clinic. That was news for me too. I called him on telephone to check. Yes, indeed he had closed his city clinic, but continues his service to the sick families from his house on Vivekananda Road in Yadavagiri. It was then that the good doctor said he was wanting to see me personally to hand over a unique newspaper that he had purchased in Dallas, Texas, where he had been recently to be with his daughter.

As promised, he came to my office with his special newspaper and more. The cover page of the newspaper is produced here… and the headline is self-speaking.

The daily newspaper ‘The Dallas Times Herald’, in its Friday evening Nov. 22, 1963 Final Edition, had carried world’s most shocking and tragic news of the day that happened in the city from where the paper was published. The assassination of US President John F. Kennedy. Looking at the paper that appeared as pulled out from the well-preserved archive, I wondered how our doctor managed to get the paper which will have huge antique value ! He asked me to take it easy. There is nothing like grabbing an old copy of that day of tragedy of Nov. 22, 1963. The credit for making available this copy of the newspaper to tourists should go to the Curator of Kennedy Museum at Dallas where Dr. Sunder Raj purchased it by paying $ 4.60. The cover price of the newspaper in 1963 was five cents.

The Museum authorities periodically print this historic newspaper as it was printed on that tragic day and sell them. What better souvenir one would want for visiting the Kennedy Museum ?

I took a copy of it before returning the original to the doctor and wondered if anything like this is being done at Gandhi Museum or Nehru Museum in our country. Readers with information on this may please write or e-mail to me.

Dr. Sunder Raj also gave me two photographs he had taken — one of the building from where Lee Oswald, the assassin, shot the President from the sixth floor which has now been converted into a Museum and another, the spot where President Kennedy delivered his last speech.

Dr. Sunder Raj also had two more surprise photographs with him which were of personal nature. One was a photograph he had clicked in the year 1951-52 at the elephant stables of the Maharaja, known famously as ‘Anekaroti.’ Now the new generation as also of the old generation may not know that the Anekaroti ever existed in Mysore, attracting huge number of tourists those days.

The stable was located where the JSS Hospital Complex is now. There used to be 20 to 25 elephants, well fed and healthy, says the doctor. The area of the Anekaroti used to be green and cool with plenty of trees, adds Dr. Sunder Raj.

The doctor recalls: Once a team of Hollywood film-makers visited Mysore in around 1950. They also visited the then famous Anekaroti. As they went around Anekaroti, they saw a young, bright and handsome boy playing with a huge elephant. His name was Sabu Dastagir who later became a famous Hollywood actor under the name Mysore Sabu (27.1.1924 – 2.12.1963). He was born in Karapore in H.D. Kote, the famous hunting forest of the Maharaja of Mysore. His father was a mahout (elephant attendant) and trainer of elephants. Sabu, his son, too was following his father’s profession where he was spotted by the Hollywood film-maker Robert J. Flaherty.

Dr. Sunder Raj says that Robert Flaherty persuaded Sabu’s father to let him take Sabu to Hollywood. Once in the US, Sabu was taught English and given training in acting.

Sabu acted in several English movies, specially connected to the jungles. His first movie was ‘Elephant Boy’ which was a great hit. Other movies were ‘Song of India,’ ‘The Jungle Book,’ ‘The Thief of Baghdad’ etc. It is sad that such a talented Mysore boy died young at the age of 39.

To those working to develop Mysore as a tourist destination, I may suggest that they revive the ‘Anekaroti’ which is sure to become a tourist attraction. Some lessons from the ‘elephant show’ of Bangkok’s ‘Rose Garden’ may be learnt and incorporated to this Anekaroti. Howzzat?

source: http://www.starofmysore.com / Star of Mysore / Home> Abracadabra….Abracadabra / by  K.B. Ganapathy, Editor  e-mail kbg@starofmysore.com / November 18th, 2013

Ruins in perfect preservation

Akbar’s tribute to Sheikh Salim Chisti, Fatehpur Sikri is an abandoned city of red and white sandstone.
Akbar’s tribute to Sheikh Salim Chisti, Fatehpur Sikri is an abandoned city of red and white sandstone.

Fatehpur Sikri is considered the greatest Mughal city ever built and there is a fascinating story on how the idea behind its construction came about.

As Akbar grew older, his principal anxiety was the lack of a male heir. He learnt of a dervish called Sheikh Salim Chisti, the last of the many great sages in the Chisti line and journeyed to seek his blessings in the tiny town of Sikri — 23 miles west of Agra.  Sheikh recited blessings and made promises. Soon thereafter in 1569, Akbar’s Hindu wife gave birth to a son, Salim, later known as Jahangir followed by two more sons, Murad and Daniyal.

Akbar’s response to Chisti’s magic  probably ranks as one of the most outstanding examples in history of royal gratitude. He commanded that a city be built on the spot where the saint’s retreat was situated and the Sheikh was made the spiritual mentor of the entire metropolis. Almost overnight an army of labourers was mobilised to fashion the city of Akbar’s dreams and by 1570, the construction was in full swing using a kind of pre-fabrication technique.

Wrote Father Monserrate, “The house was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither so that there was neither hammer nor any tool heard in the house when it was building.”

Most of the city was completed in seven years, which was a remarkable feat considering the fact that the Taj Mahal took 22 long years to construct.

Emperor Akbar designed many of the structures himself and worked in the pits with the stonemasons cutting bricks and carving sandstone corbels. Huge battlements and a wall with nine gates appeared and a five story mosque  known as Panch Mahal was later constructed in the style of a Buddhist temple.

A huge rectangular courtyard was erected bounded by symmetrical gardens. There were three palaces, waterworks and baths, a mint for stamping coins with Akbar’s profile, a Turkish palace for his Turkish wife, a Hindu palace for his Hindu wife, a Muslim palace for his Muslim wives, an enamelled hall for the emperor to play hide and seek with all his wives, a court on which to play pachisi with human pieces, viaducts, stables, octagonal towers, domed pigeon houses and more.

There was also a seventy foot octagonal tower built in honour of a pet elephant, a girl’s school, a zoo, a sewage system and the largest gateway in the east — the Buland Darwaza — which served as a gateway to the city.

In Fatehpur Sikri, Akbar gathered the finest singers, the boldest statesmen and the wisest philosophers. His cabinet, known then as the ‘nine gems’ was reputed to hold the nine most capable men in the world.

After 15 years of life at Fatehpur Sikri, the fickle sovereign began to grow bored with his magnificent project. The harsh landscape around Sikri was not conducive to gaiety and drinking water was inaccessible (a manmade lake, dug nearby collected only brackish water).

In 1585, when a military campaign called him to Northwest India, he moved his headquarters to Lahore and abandoned Fatehpur Sikri forever.

The story that Akbar left the city to oblige Sheikh Chisti when he complained that the noise was disturbing his devotions is apocryphal, for Salim died some years before the city was abandoned.

As quickly as it had been populated, the magnificent city emptied.

A few years later, the city was described by a European as “ruinate, lying like a waste district, and very dangerous to pass through at night”.

Today, except for a small community that lives at the foot of the city and lives off the largesse of occasional tourists, the city of Fatehpur Sikri is unoccupied, a ghostly red and white necropolis of sandstone courtyards and endless silent corridors, which are all in a state of perfect preservation.

It really seems too perfect.

In fact, the ingredients of the time — resilient mortar used between the bricks have never been chemically analysed with any real success.

source: http://www.newindianexpress.com / The New Indian Express / Home> Education> Student / by Anjali Sharma – ENS / November 21st, 2013