Tuesday, January 7, 2014

The Taj Mahal

This is a paraphrasing of what I put on our travel blog after visiting the Taj Mahal, with a lot more photos. I've recently (2021) added a few notes in [parentheses].
The full story of our travels throughout India (with loads more photos) can be found in my book, The Happy Accident.

February 10th
We managed to heed the call of our alarm, woke the boys, and made our way down to a bleary eyed breakfast, if such a thing exists. Our food was not nearly in as big a rush as we were, and took some time to arrive at our table which was set more or less outdoors in front of the hotel.

The distractions of Agra being what they are managed to make the main gate completely invisible to us despite that gate being a mere hundred yards from our hotel. A fortuitous right turn brought us to the entrance at the west gate, and a quick survey of the sign revealed to us that entrance was two rupees, about five cents, for Indian residents, and 500 rupees for non-Indians. Kids were allowed in for free, and I was amazed that we would get to see yet another wonder for just a few dollars. [A thousand rupees at that time would have been a little over $25 CDN.]

The Taj Mahal is likely the most photographed building in the world, and as such, we were prepared for it to be something of a clichĂ©, our visit to be fun but perhaps underwhelming. But after last night [I was thinking this was because of the view we had from the rooftop of our tiny Hotel Kamar (and they most certainly did not have a snazzy little wordpress site back in 2008), a view that was especially wondrous in the late evening. But the real reason becomes clear near the end], we were pretty sure that wasn't going to be the case. As we approached the main gate, we could see only a small part of the front face of the Taj through the gate's opening. [I get chills every time I see this picture - our kids on the far right, Laura looking concerned for some strange reason; maybe because of the fellas on the left smiling for the photo? and the hazy front face of the Taj Mahal in the distance...]

Avoiding the eyes of the many would-be guides [like those smiley guys], we walked toward the gate, each step adjusting the proportions of the Taj Mahal in the silhouetted space, every movement forward like walking into a self-induced hypnotic state.

At one point, the gate and the Taj set one another off perfectly, showcasing the spectacular symmetry of the entire place, and as the sun began to rise, a touch of muted pink began to show itself on the large dome. Perfect timing for us.

We stepped fully through the gate, and realized we were now completely under the spell.

We looked, and we breathed, we looked at each other, and looked around some more.
We took pictures of our kids

and they took pictures of us.

We took pictures of others

and others took a picture of us.

I took photographs of the details

reflections on the pond

the classic Taj Mahal shots that have been seen in magazines all over the world

and then we did it all over again. Laura and the kids, Matthew on his own, Jonas on his own, Laura and me, Laura and me sitting

Laura and me standing again, Matthew with his hood down this time.

The sun grew more intense and so we posed again to capture the new red on our faces

and new shadows on the Taj Mahal behind us.

Twenty five minutes and exactly fifty pictures later, we [finally] descended the steps, but not without one more photo as I made my way down.

Seconds later, I whispered to Laura, "…stop…" and we started the process all over again.


wide angles

Matthew and Laura

Laura and Jonas, and then

someone stopped and offered to take another family shot. [And this one is really nicely framed. Either they were quite short, or they just knew well enough to crouch a bit while taking the photo.]

The air was thick with wonder, and despite the many tourists and gawkers, nothing could diminish the sense that we were witnessing something extraordinary. The fountains in the reflecting pools are not turned on until later in the morning, so we were gifted with a near glass like reflection of all we could see, a gentle breeze carefully and continuously manipulating our double view.

As the sun rose higher, the colours began to intensify; the morning haze gave way to a brilliant, jewel-like blue, the pink glaze on the white marble moving on to yellow gold.

The minarets reflected back like lighthouses

directing tired seafarers safely towards their destination.
Because of the monumental nature of the building, its shape appeared to change with every step forward.

Thirty one minutes and fifty-four pictures later, we put on our protective booties

and stepped out on to the marble base upon which the Taj Mahal sits. We looked in every direction, still transfixed by the wonder of it all, the sun growing warmer on our faces.

The Taj is accompanied by a mosque on one side

and an identical Jam'at Khanah, a 'house of assembly,' on the other,

each offering us more unique views.
As we inspected the meticulous marble inlay work near the main entrance of the Taj,

a middle aged man in a black and gold sweater tapped Matthew on the shoulder and politely asked if Matthew could take a picture of him and his wife. [Matthew gave me a 'what the heck' look, but I said, "Hey man, he gave you the camera.] The man had a thick scarf pulled snugly around his neck, his wife wore an off-white shawl over her sparkling blue sari.

Thank you, the man said as he smiled at Matthew while retrieving his camera. [I'm not sure who was more pleased - the man, me, or Matthew.]
Several times we walked around, looking from every possible angle,

and looking across the Yamuna River, trying to imagine life in the 1600's when the Taj Mahal was built.

Seeing it last night from the other side of the river was an experience that seemed to spring from our dreams.

But now we've been there, we've touched it. It's real.

Eighty minutes and ninety-two pictures later, we stepped off the marble platform, removed our booties, and meandered about the grounds.

Eventually we settled in The Garden, atop the small island mid way between the main gate and the Taj Mahal.

We watched as Indian families and groups of young men carefully posed and took their own group photos. We listened in on casual conversations in Hindi, and several attempted (some successful) business transactions in English, as a "guide" would do his best to lure a tourist to a particular spot for that perfect photo op and offer to take said photo, us knowing full well that an exchange of rupees would be asked for at the end of it all. "Here, Ma'am, it is over here that you must see, the Taj Mahal is most pleasantly positioned for your best photo. Come, I will take it for you. No, a little further this way," he would say, trying to direct his usually female client out of earshot where his demands would not be heard by others.
A little more wandering,

and, one hour and fifty-seven pictures later, we left through the main gate,

back into the busyness of Agra

returning to our hotel rooftop for a picturesque lunch, if there is such a thing.

The whole experience reminded me of a conversation I had with my friend Chris, about how artists can amplify a sense of beauty by creating a relatively plain or sedate atmosphere set to act as a foil to the focal point of a work. Chris made specific reference to Rembrandt's paintings and how many of them involve a single light source that lights only a fraction of the work, intensifying the impact of the moment captured on the canvas. As well, we talked about Beethoven's....9th Symphony? The Ode to Joy one at any rate, and how you have to sit through a sometimes agonizingly dull 20 minutes of fairly average music, until all of a sudden you are hit with this powerful, anthemic masterpiece that is made that much more majestic because 30 seconds ago you were ready to walk out on him, and now this.

So yes, the Taj Mahal is a great building, a remarkable icon, but to find here, after two months of travelling in India (which I must stress is anything but agonizingly dull), the land of open sewers, cows on the streets, garbage and dung underfoot everywhere, poverty and overcrowding, crumbling infrastructure, spitting, burping and all manner of other expulsions, one rupee one pen one chocolate, hello sir rickshaw yes please, let me take you to my shop, men with guns urinating on the side of the road*, twenty hour train rides and ten thousand kilometres later....step through a gate, take a breath and smile....and marvel at this marble angel that sits quietly before you for no other reason than to be beautiful. And as shallow as it is, it works, because it IS beautiful. A monument to love, painstakingly crafted by the hands of twenty thousand imported workers under the thumb of a man who was likely going mad. We strive for beauty, every day, in our lives, our actions, our thoughts, sometimes succeeding and many times failing, and here before us is what appears to be a physical manifestation of what we work for all our lives. And yet, it's just a building, a beautiful building set amidst a hard and often unforgiving landscape. It's a building that makes me realize that every bit of good we do has a place, and the more hopeless the situation seems, the more wondrous that little bit of good can be. When a child comes to us begging for money**, and Laura asks the child what their name is, plays games with them and sings them songs, the smiles that they return are like the light of the sun somehow touching the darkest places on Earth, and it begins to warm up. Just a little bit.

Playful kids

- Sunday, February 10th, 2008

More India photos on my website.
India photo and art prints available on Redbubble.

Some further notes on India:
*India is all of this and so much more. It is very easy to dwell on the negative, as I found myself doing on many occasions, but there is just so much to see and do, so many friendly and inquisitive people, that a visit to India cannot help but lift your spirits.
**There were many children who would ask us for money, but a majority did not. When it did happen, it often seemed like they were not so much interested in the answer as just breaking the ice and opening up conversation, after which all sorts of questions would come.

Bonus India:

Another shot from the day before, two shots pieced together to get the four of us in the photo.

The view from the rooftop of our hotel. Note the kid flying the kite.

View of the Taj Mahal from the top of Agra Fort.

The Bibi Qa Maqbara in Aurangabad that often gets mixed up with the Taj Mahal.


Triniman said...

Wonderful read...and view.


rey said...

Thanks Shaleem.