While wading through photos just now, I came across this photo of me in 2005.
It was taken in Pushkar, very early in the morning. Our driver Magan Singh had recommended that we climb Savitri hill, reaching the top for sunrise. What he hadn’t realised was just how weak we were from three days of tummy problems. So, we did our best but couldn’t make it all the way. We never did tell him the truth, but I know he stops by here from time to time, so perhaps he knows by now.
There is a very interesting comment from Bittercharm, that explains the background to the story.
Wow Gee,
I love your presentation of famous Brahma Mythological Hindu Story.
For those who dont know it, (With your Permission Gee)
Pushkar (Blue Lotus) was a place where Lord Brahma (the creator) chose for performing a grand worship ritual after victory over an asur ( Demon). His wife Devi Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge) was suppose to sit in the ceremony however since she was not available and the auspicious time of the required ritual was slipping away, He picked a local Gujjar Girl Named Gayatri, Married her and let her perform the required duties which left his otherwise calm wife really angry and she cursed him that since his act made him unworthy of devotion, he will not be worshiped by mortals anywhere but this place. That is why Lord Brahama doesnt have many noted temples in the world.
Poetics at D’Verse offer the theme of place this week so I’ve chosen a photo I took at Savitri hill in Pushkar, Rajasthan. It’s a place that evokes strong memories for me.
Savitri Hill
Savitri I was beaten
am I Gayatri?
briefly chosen by Brahma
did I displace you?
you sacrificed Yajna
to play games with Laksmi
Parvati and Indrani
you still sit in anger
staring east at your rival
separated by lake
by Pushkar the great
Holy pilgrimage
and the one to defeat me
weak mortal
You are very clever 🙂
Thanks Jude, but can you pop back because I added to it once I’d worked out how!
Ah, I hadn’t realised it was a reblog! I have been to the original, but I still think you should copy the comment which explains the poem and add it to this post. I must admit the thought of climbing any hill in the dark would have me turning over in bed. And especially after tummy issues!
It was worth it, and I do regret not quite making it, especially as several little, bent old ladies passed by on their way to pray at the top. I’ll try to put the comment in, thanks honey!
At least you tried and I am sure the sunrise was just as good from where you got to.
love the throwback pic and info
🙂
I wouldn’t have recognised you from the photo. Interesting back story though. 🙂 🙂
Great poem
Great poem and wonderful photographic memories. Beautifully done …
Issy 😎