Temple of the Sun

About this massive monument, the great poet Rabindranath Tagore said –  “here the language of stone surpasses the language of man”. Situated at the eastern coast of India, the Konark Sun Temple was built by King Narsimhadeva I of Ganga dynasty in the 13th century. It was designed in the form of a gorgeously decorated chariot of Sun god mounted on 24 wheels , each about 10 feet in diameter, and drawn by 7 mighty horses. Sun temple of Konark is a masterpiece of Orissa’s medieval architecture. It is a UNESCO world hertiage monument.

Trivia

  • The Konark temple is also known for its erotic sculptures of maithunas.
  • In one of the panels at the temple, there is a depiction of giraffe being gifted by West Asian traders to the king of Odisha. It shows Odisha’s long history of trade with Africa and Arabia. Some other experts believe that this animal is Okapi or Dromedary (Arabian camel). 
  • In another panel, there is lady wearing Japanese style sandals (Geta Sandals), proving the maritime relation of Odisha with east & south-east Asia.
  • At present it is located two kilometers from the sea, but originally the ocean came almost up to its base. Until fairly recent times, the temple was close enough to the shore to be used as a navigational point by European sailors, who referred to it as the ‘Black Pagoda’.

P1040271a

Temple is open for public from sunrise to sunset

Entrance Fees are as follows:

Citizens of India and visitors of SAARC (Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan, Sri Lanka, Pakistan, Maldives and Afghanistan) and BIMSTEC Countries (Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan, Sri Lanka, Thailand and Myanmar) – INR. 30 per head.

Citizen of other countries: US $ 5 or INR. 500/- per head

(children up to 15 years enter free)

How to reach?

Konark is connected by good all weather motorable roads. Regular Bus services are operating from Puri and Bhubaneswar. Besides Public transport Private tourist bus services and taxis are also available from Puri and Bhubaneswar.

 

Unesco-Konark


20160712_16364220160712_17113220160712_17003020160712_17030720160712_17153820160712_17160220160712_17164720160712_17165920160712_17171920160712_17174920160712_17190020160712_17214920160712_17221020160712_17273820160712_17290320160712_17312720160712_173127-EFFECTS20160712_17313820160712_17315620160712_17320120160712_17324920160712_17333420160712_17333720160712_17342120160712_17344220160712_17392920160712_17403220160712_17412320160712_17421920160712_17423520160712_17432720160712_17435320160712_17435920160712_17440520160712_17441720160712_17531620160712_175755

Six Acres and a Third: The Classic Nineteenth-Century Novel about Colonial India

Six Acres & a third

For the last 10 days or so, I have been reading a eloquently written & humorous novel named ‘Six Acres and a Third‘ by Fakir Mohan Senapati (1843-1918).This novel was written by Senapati in the 19th century in Oriya language. I should frankly accept that I had never read anything long (except some short stories) in original or translated from Oriya language literature before I chanced upon this book in the Leiden University’s library. So this is my first experience of any Oriya prose. The novel was originally named ଛ ମାଣ ଆଠ ଗୁଣ୍ଠ [‘Chha Maana Atha Guntha’] and its English translation is published by University of California Press in the year 2005.

Fakir Mohan Senapati

While reading this book, I also came to know that Fakir Mohan Senapati is largely regarded as the father of Oriya nationalism and modern Oriya literature. Set in the villages of 1830’s Odisha, the novel talks about the story of common people and their evil landlord, Ramachandra Mangaraj. The story is written from the eyes of someone who lived and experienced all of these from the ground. The story tells you how poor peasants are cleverly exploited by the landlord and how different communities survive this exploitation. What was puzzling to me is the fact that even in early 19th Century, the petty officers in Police were as much corrupt as we find them nowadays. Another point of interest for me (languages wise) is when the narrator talks about one Zamindar Sheikh Dildar Mian:

Sheikh Karamat Ali used to live in Ara district, and had now moved to Midnapore. Everyone called him Ali Mian, or Mian for short; we will do the same. Ali Mian began his career as a horse trader. He would purchase horses at the west Harihar Chhatar fair and sell them in Bengal and Orissa. Once he sold a horse to the district magistrate of Midanapore. The Sahib was very pleased with it and condescended to inquire about Mian’s business and income. When Mian told him there was not much profit in horse trading, the Sahib, wanting to offer him a job, asked if knew how to read and write. Mian replied,  Huzoor, I know Persia. If you would kindly give me pen and paper, I could show you I can write my full name.

In the past, the Persian language had been held in high favor; it was the language of the court. With a sharp and pitiless pen, God has inscribed a strange fate for India; yesterday the language of the court was Persia, today it is English. Only he knows which language will follow tomorrow. Whichever it may be, we know for certain that Sanskrit lies crushed beneath a rock for ever. English pundits say, ‘Sanskrit is a dead language’.We would go even further , ‘Sanskrit is a language of half dead’.

Few Oriya words/facts I learned from this book are:

Debottara: Land given free of rent to defray the cost of worshiping a deity

Kanugoi: a subordinate revenue officer

Bharanas : a local measure of grains in Odisha

Kahali : a clay pipe

Khai: fried paddy

Ukhuda: fried paddy coated with jaggery

Bauri : an ex-untouchable caste of Odisha, immortalized by one Bauri named Muli by James M Freeman’s Untouchable: An Indian Life History 

Pana: an ex-untouchable caste of Odisha, There are six sub-castes viz-Buna, Ganda,Patra, Sonai, Samal and Jena of Panas.

Khandayats: Khandayats are the martial castes of Orissa

 

The book is also interlaced with several Sanskrit verses and they are beautifully translated as well:

This one is from Guru Gita

Guru-Gita

He who applies the balm of knowledge.

And opens our eyes blinded by the disease of ignorance,

To a guru like him, we bow.