The personal secretary of a high ranking official I interact with for my accommodation is a tad fussy about records. As she should be. Simply because these are the people who manage the minutiae of officialese and babudom and while the babus will say whatever they have to and forget about it, the rank and file knows that it has to be meticulous about these things to some day save their own and their boss’ backside. Thus, while the babu is all generous in his allowances about the length of my stay in the quarters, she on the other hand will insist on letters and dates and suchlike so am careful not to set off her cranky side. As befits someone who deals with such things, I know that the patience of those of her ilk can run paper thin. I was already more than four days behind in giving her the letter and was certainly not looking forward to upsetting her more. I leave at 7:00 am and return only by 9:00 pm from the field so have missed complying with her requirement. Today, however was a working Saturday for them and because the panchayat samiti I have been hanging around at has a 5-day work week, I at last managed to pen down the application and hand it over to her, which caused her to break into a satisfied smile.
While leaving her office, I thought I would ask her the way to Adhai Din ka Jhonpda. This is the oldest monument in Ajmer and has a violent past. Originally, a place of learning for Sanskrit scholars, it was destroyed by Qutbuddin Aibak on behalf of Mohammed Ghori who marauded through Ajmer destroying magnificent Hindu and Jain monuments. Legend goes that Ghori wanted to offer prayers at a mosque built on the remains of this university and the local Hindu craftsment managed to construct a screen that could serve as in two and a half days. Thus the name, Adhai din ka Jhonpra.
When I asked her for directions. She first fixed me with a cold stare. Then asked why I want to see such places when there are better things to see “in our culture”. She told me about Prithviraj Chauhan and how I should visit the museum and the Jain temple – Soniji ki nasiyan. I let her rant for a bit. She spoke about her distaste of the area around the jhonpda – (it is a short walk from the dargah). How I should go shopping not in dargah bazaar, but in naya bazaar – (there is no difference between the two really. They blend into each other seamlessly as I discovered on my walking tour today). In short, she told me everything barring the one question I actually asked her. As someone who holds all religions with equally the same disdain and respect, this was amusing. So, I smiled and thanked her and made my way to first bite into some chicken just to spite all her sattvik distate for “other cultures”. Such things give me childish pleasure especially because I could not counter her in any way given that I have to deal with her through my work in Rajasthan.
Then, I set off. While the jhonpda and the Jain temple were things I had always intended visiting, I had no idea about this museum she told me about. All of these places are within a 3 km distance radius from each other. And while I was sauntering along the road, I accidentally first reached the museum that she mentioned. Turns out that this was the Ajmer fort also called Akbari Quilla. The attendant told me that while the visiting hours for the museum were over, there was a sound and light show at 7:30 pm. I asked for the ticket and he said that I was the first person to buy for today and if was I sure I wanted to watch it given I could well be the sole person in the audience. I asked if the show would run for one person and he said yes so I said I wanted to see it. I had two hours to kill and asked him if the jhonpda was doable and he said yes and gave me directions to go there.
The jhonpda is really a lesson in what happens when you go about disrespecting somebody else’s way of life. While Ghori did succeed in building his mosque, today it is not a functional mosque in any sense of the term. Today, the jhonpda is in ruins. There are some magnificent pillars still standing, but all it attracts are the odd tourists and there is no sanctity to the place anymore. In its eerie environs, you can sense sadness and the remains of a glory that is a has been. History screams at you from its grounds, but in a way that weighs you down with melancholy. In stark contrast stands the vibrant Ajmer Sharif dargah that is a five minute walk from what is really today a faux mosque. Coming as he did with the message of love and peace for all of humanity, Moinuddin Chisti’s resting place draws people from all faiths as they bow down before him and leave in his keep, mannats that they hope he will fulfill. What does that tell you ?
I spent a lot of time walking around the warren of streets that make up the old Ajmer city area this evening mulling around this.I walked through naya bazaar and the dargah bazaar to the jhonpda and back all the way to the fort. Soon, it was time for the sound and light show and I climbed up Akbari Qilla curious to see what it would entail. Of all the touristy things that I had read about Ajmer, not one had mentioned this show or the Ajmer fort. If it weren’t for the babu’s neeji sacheev, I wouldn’t have heard of this place at all today.
And then it began. The sound and light enhanced twice over with nature’s own sound and light for our benefit as it began thundering and storming magnificently. Eight other people had bought tickets in the two hours since I had and so I had company. The show is really an example of somethings that the tourism department does right. It was a lovely rendition of the history of Ajmer. Starting from Prithviraj Chauhan’s love story with Sanyogita (Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s next is on this), to Ghori’s war and imprisonment of Chauhan. How Moinuddin Chistri traveled the same geographical route as Ghori to reach Ajmer, but how widely different his own agenda and message was and how he seeded what is called the ganga jamuna tehzeeb of arts and culture in these parts. At this point, Sonu Nigam’s voice broke in to the narration, first gently then in full throated rendition in praise of the Sufi and I momentarily experienced bliss under thethundering open skies. Then on to Akbar and his wish fulfillment at the dargah, the building of the qilla, Jehangir and Mehrunissa’s time spent there and Shah Jahan and Arjumand’s children who were born there. Parts of Indu Sundaresan and her Mughal princess trilogy came alive even as the narration wound down with the entry of the British and the subsequent fight for independence. On November 1st, 1956, Ajmer province became a part of Rajasthan and then the show ended with the fort lighting up beautifully for a split second before the lights died out.
It was beautiful and an example of a show produced and presented in an engaging way. I am writing this because firstly, I would not have come looking for the museum and discovered that it was actually housed in the Akbari Qilla, were it not for a bigot who all these centuries later still chose to continue with Ghori’s bigotry with some of her own. Both the jhonpda and the qilla with the dargah in between them are representative of history and of different people with different messages to the world. Only two of them have lasted in their entirety.Secondly, this sound and light show needs more publicity. If you visit Ajmer, I hope you visit all these three sites and experience the varied histories they represent for yourself. Tomorrow, I am going back to visit the Jain temple and explore the museum. This time, I know my way around.