Khajuraho- Part II

5 Dec

The Khajuraho story

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Without eroticism where would we be? We have been at it for several centuries, and refined it to an art form. Where else in the world would you find such vast acreage of architecture dedicated to the oldest recreation of mankind, resulting in a billion Indians.

So being in the area, with idle mind and a lot of time at hand, we went from Bhopal to Khajuraho by overnight train, disembarked at Satna at 7 am and went by car to Khajuraho, reaching the town at about an hour and half later. We didn’t want to stay overnight there; we just wanted to freshen up. The tourist guide we hired had a solution. He had a tie-up with a local hotel for the use of two rooms only to freshen up and change. Charged us less than what it would have cost us to take the room for a whole day.  That settled, we set out of the hotel on the temple tour.

Please note : Khajuraho is not intended to be a voyeur’s destination. It is a holy place.  Khajuraho is a group of temples spread out over several hundred acres. Each temple is dedicated to some deity.

So why have all these erotic carvings, asked our guide, rhetorically.

We said we didn’t mind.

Because, he said, the idea was to purge and cleanse us of the erotic thoughts before we enter the temples.

Good enough, we said, when do we start?

The rest is history. Here is the photo-tour of the temples.

Later on we moved to a wildlife sanctuary nearby. But the animals were not interested in putting up a show for us, and apart from an odd deer and a bored jackal, we didn’t find any other sign of life. Boy, were we wild!

Presenting, Khajuraho, Part-II (for Part-I, check out my earlier, much more prudent blog):

But first, the signboards, explaining what the whole thing is about (the boring part):

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               Okay, enough of explanations. Now the roundup:

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Fare for the hungry South Indians

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 A lake amidst a rocky ravine, a few km on the outskirts of  Khajuraho.

DSC08795  The lone wildlife. The Day of the Jackal.

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There are more snaps.   Just looking at them will make you tired.  In order to avoid fatigue and cognitive overload, I am closing this chapter.  But for the true connoisseur of art, Khajuraho needs a full day’s visit.  We sort of hurried through the area because one of us suggested that we shoud reach Chitrakoot by nightfall.

Chitrakoot,  for the religiously ignorant, is the place where Lord Rama spent his   exile period.  Bordering U.P., and M.P., this is a cluster of almost barren hills and is a great draw as a pilgrim centre.   More on that, later.

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