It
was a balmy winter afternoon — sunny blue skies, a slight nip and air filled
with birdsong, just perfect for the lovely picnic lunch we were relishing
at the gloriously-leafy Bandhavadheesh
Temple grounds inside the
ruins of the Bandhavgarh Fort. We had trekked up here and the tranquility around the temple's lime-washed structure and lush environs called for a breather.
We were
busy tucking into our sandwiches when a langur call pierced the calm.
Questioningly we looked towards our guide who nonchalantly said,
"Were it a tiger the call would have had urgency." On cue the temple
priest remarked, "A tigress had come by yesterday. She was marking
territory. She may be around." Silence descended over our group. The
sandwiches suddenly lost taste. It took the chirpiest among us to voice
concern. “If a tiger does turn up what we do," she innocently questioned.
The guide casually said, "Nothing. What can you do in front of a
tiger?" Our friend was alarmed. "I'm newly married! I have to get
home! Do we have to trek down a path with the threat of a tiger looming
large?" We tried suppressing our grins, but the guide couldn’t, as he
declared, “Legend says if you offer prayers at this temple, a tiger never
attacks." Faith has its ways of being restorative. Our friend was
convinced. She quickly ran to appease the gods a second time and returned with
a big smile back on her pretty face.
There
are not too many tiger reserves where mythology, history, wildlife and the joys
of picnicking sumptuously blend. It's this unusual combination
that makes Bandhavgarh National Park in Madhya Pradesh such a
treat to explore.
Legends and lore
A
spectacular blend of the Vindhya hills, deciduous forest, an enchanting valley
meadow and a dominating plateau, this park provides one of the most
well-preserved environment for tigers. Bandhavgarh has its sets of legends too.
There are legends of gods and chieftains from times ancient. The legends of
Medieval kings and poets. And of course the contemporary legends of Sita,
Charger and their son B2... tigers who ruled these grasslands as only regal
monarchs can. Each being as engrossing as only legends can.
The
story goes, the fort atop the plateau was built by Lord Rama for younger
brother Lakshman with an aim of keeping vigil over Lanka. Yes, Rama's Lanka
was supposed to be somewhere in Central India ,
so believe several history-keepers. As the fort was meant for a brother,
it simply began being known such; bandhav, or bandhu as it was called
earlier, referring to brother and garh
meaning fort. The Bandhavadheesh
Temple , where we were
receiving these lessons in history, was dedicated to the worship of the
reigning deity of these jungles: Lord Lakshman and the name Bandhavgarh
has stayed since.
Though no specific history of Bandhavgarh Fort is available, it's
assumed to be over 2,500 years old and had remained a stronghold during
miscellaneous dynastic rules. Its recorded evidence dates to the 13th century
when Baghela Rajputs, hailing from present-day Gujarat
region, made Bandhavgarh their focus and controlled territory from the fort.
That was until 1617 AD when the Baghela king moved his capital to the
more-central Rewa. The fort lay abandoned for close to a century aiding in the
escalation of flora-fauna around Bandhavgarh. Its tiger population grew
impressively which attracted successive Baghelas, known by then as the
Maharajas of Rewa, to make it their hunting preserve. It remained such till
1968 AD when it was declared a national park.
Sonnets in stone
Each of these dynasties
left their imprint in stone and during our trek of Bandhavgarh Fort we walked
amid striking reminders of a remarkable past. Of the colossal rock-cut
sculptures — most considered 10th century art — the 18 ft high Narasimha was
awe-inspiring while Sheshshaiya or Lord Vishnu reclining on a seven-hooded
serpent was overwhelming. There was the friendly-looking Kachchap, a
rock-cut turtle, said to be the largest of its kind in the country. A lot of
other sculptures lay carelessly in the open, which in some way added to their
attraction.During the Baghela rule the 16th century poet-saint Kabir is thought to have meditated for several years at Bandhavgarh Fort and there was a temple, lake and cave dedicated to him. There were a number of lakes around the fort which translated into watering holes and as we tread the area the guide pointed to markings of various fauna. A set of pugmarks got us excited and we hoped for an adventurous sighting. That, though, was to happen later.
The tiger trail
It’s said you’re lucky if you spot the striped beauties in other parks and really unlucky if you don’t spot it in Bandhavgarh! That evening Lady Luck was our pal.
In the initial phase of our three-hour evening safari we
relished verdant views picturesquely backlit by a setting sun and tried decoding
jungle calls. At times the green kingdom’s amiable inhabitants — langur,
neelgai, sambhar — would allow a photo-op but The King himself remained elusive. Time was almost running out,
when a passing jeep mentioned a sighting.
Our driver turned the vehicle around and raced. This was the
moment we were here for. The environs were a blur as we flew to the designated
spot, where a crowd of jeeps had already
collected. An anticipatory silence followed. Seconds were ticking by slowly and
heart-beats were rapid. Will we? Won’t we?
Suddenly there was
a rustle and in a flash emerged B2, then the ageing monarch of these jungles.
Cameras clicked and visitors exclaimed but unflustered by it all B2 ambled past
our jeeps, almost at arm’s length. He was a King in control. He was majestic! A
few seconds is all we got to savour before he vanished into the jungle but he
had awarded us an experience of a life-time.
It was my first
sighting of an untamed tiger and it will always be cherished. More so, as B2
passed away a few months later (in November 2011). And a nation grieved. Such
was his charisma. His legend, though, lives on like many more in Bandhavgarh.
Published in TimeOut Explorer, Jan-Feb 2013 issue
2 comments:
Nice one! loved the temple praying incident.
:)
thanks!
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