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Friday, January 23, 2009

Lodi Garden : Mecca of Lovers

The Mecca of all the lovers, without places to go and extra money to spend in Delhi, is the beautiful and serene Lodi Garden. Its original purpose was hardly that however. It was designed over two dynasties – the Sayyids and Lodis (15-16 th century) – to be a sort of everyone-take-one graveyard for their families.

During the British times the garden went under the moniker of Lady Willingdon Park, all that stopped with the Independence when they reverted back to being good old Lodi garden. In 1968, the gardens were spruced and relandscaped by JA Stein and Garrett Eckbo.
There are several tombs in this area. You can climb to the top of some of them. However the steps are very steep and dark so it's strictly not recommended. Apart from breaking your neck, you might end up being bitten by a snake or something ('nuff said!). There is no remedy for love but to love more - Henry David Thoreau
Lovers are careless. They are not bothered with the demands of the world. All the cares dissolve down into the substance of the lover. The entire universe gets secreted into the being of that person. Nothing seems important other than the lover. The hustle-bustle of the larger life ceases. All other significant relations - parents, siblings, friends, colleagues - are silenced; their existence reduced down to the melodious hum of the surrounding traffic that whirrs dreamily around the circumference of the garden. Everyone and everything is forgotten. Oh yes, lovers are careless people. A life without love is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead – Oscar Wilde
Lovers are boring. There is nothing new about them. They are occupied in doing exactly the things that millions of people have already done before them. These lovers have no eagerness to the surrounding world. Their eyes do not see beauty in the flowers. Their skins do not tremble under the cool shade of the thick trees. Their hands do not feel the fresh wetness of the evening grass. Their ears do not hear the chirping of the birds. Their sensibilities do not get invigorated by the sight of decaying monuments. Their nerves do not get nervous as the blue sky gradually shuts down to the darkness of the dusk. The lovers are immune to the worldly senses. They have no interest in anything that does not add up to their lover. Oh yes, lovers are boring people.
Romantic love is an illusion – Thomas Moore
Lovers are dreaming fools. Their world is false. The lovers are stupid to fall in love with people who do not belong to their caste. Sometimes, even their religions are different. Occasionally, their families speak different languages and cook different cuisines at home. The lovers forget, momentarily, that they have the aspirations of their parents and the legacies of their families to preserve. That their life is not just their life. In one person lie dreams of many people. The lovers overlook that the world does not consist of just the lovers. They carry on with their romance. They continue seeking dark corners in secret gardens to knit the dreams of a future in which they fancy to live the rest of their live together. Fools! Oh yes, lovers are dreamy, foolish people.

38 comments:

Dr. Pragya bajaj January 23, 2009 at 5:59 AM  

Love is like the beginning of a book,
so exciting to find out what's going to happen,
and always ends happly ever after

Love is when all you
care about is that one person,
no one could hurt you more
and yet no one can make you happier

Love is like a roller coaster.
Once you have completed the ride,
you want to go again.

Anonymous,  January 23, 2009 at 6:05 AM  

If you love someone you say it, You say it right then, out loud, Or the moment just passes you by

Anonymous,  January 23, 2009 at 6:10 AM  

Love is the most beautiful of dreams and the worst of nightmares.

Alec January 23, 2009 at 6:12 AM  

nice photo essay, liked the text
Regards

Alec January 23, 2009 at 6:13 AM  

"Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; but love from love, toward school with heavy looks."
~ William Shakespeare

Anonymous,  January 23, 2009 at 6:17 AM  

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine

Anonymous,  January 23, 2009 at 6:18 AM  

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind

Anonymous,  January 23, 2009 at 6:41 AM  

cool post!!

shyam kori 'uday' January 23, 2009 at 6:51 AM  

... बहुत सुन्दर व मनमोहक प्रस्तुतिकरण है, ब्लाग प्रसंशनीय है।

Anonymous,  January 23, 2009 at 8:59 AM  

nice post

Er. Snigddha Aggarwal January 23, 2009 at 10:14 AM  

Good title to the post,nice text..loved reading it
Regards

magiceye January 23, 2009 at 10:34 AM  

love is.....

a good post and lovely pics

:)

Anonymous,  January 23, 2009 at 11:03 AM  

nice post good text

Dr. Palki Vajpayee January 23, 2009 at 11:17 AM  

nice one...good keep it up prachi u love bird :-)

Rohit Sharma January 23, 2009 at 11:43 AM  

lage raho India, lage raho!!
:-)

Ashok January 23, 2009 at 11:47 AM  

good post better text
Regards

ARVI'nd January 23, 2009 at 1:52 PM  

GOOD KNOWLEDGE YAAR N SNAP ALSO

Austeen Sufi January 23, 2009 at 2:55 PM  

nice intresting post for love birds :-)

विनय January 23, 2009 at 4:25 PM  

nice post...

---आपका हार्दिक स्वागत है
गुलाबी कोंपलें

Atul Sharma January 23, 2009 at 8:02 PM  

Blog is attractive
post is beautiful,
photographs are charming
so is the text.

Thanks!

Mehnaaz January 23, 2009 at 8:24 PM  

nice reading this
regards

Abraham Lincoln January 23, 2009 at 10:31 PM  

A beautiful post and a good read. I didn't see anywhere mentioned that love is also expensive almost like taxes you don't mind paying. I don't know how much babies cost when delivered at the hospital nowadays but a lot more than we had to pay in the 1950s I am guessing.

Indrani January 24, 2009 at 3:39 PM  

The Lodis will be taking several flip-flops in their graves seeing the lovers described thus. :)

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