Sunday, 15 February 2026

"Ganjing" the history pages

 I  have been to Hazratganj for shopping, for chat, for meals or for just “Ganjing” a favourite pastime of all Lucknowites. But, last Sunday I went to Hazratganj to explore the hidden stories some lost with time, some lost in plain sight.  As is common in Lucknow every locality here is associated with history…be it the Nawabs, the First war of Independence, the British, and even our freedom struggle. Hazratganj too has a rich past full of historical vibes. The walk was superbly curated by Shri AK Srivastavaji and Shri Pradeep Kapoorji! 

We started from the Laxman Park near the stadium, where stands a memorial to a group of English and Indian soldiers killed by Indian freedom fighters, and the site of the hanging of Raja Jai Lal Singh by the British. One passes this way frequently but never realizes its historical significance. We moved on to the main branch of SBI, which was once an astronomical observatory. Called the Tarowali Kothi, it housed instruments from Greenwich, London, and was one of the best works in astronomy in India around 1841. It fell out of favour under the last Nawab, Wajid Ali Shah, and was shut down. Later it was also the centre where strategy was being decided under the guidance of Raja Jai Lal Singh. Burnt and destroyed by the British after 1857, it later housed the Bank of Bengal, then Imperial Bank, and in its current avatar, the Main Branch of SBI. From starry heights, to nerve-wracking war games, and now to the grounded reality of money matters, this kothi has seen it all.

We move a few metres ahead to the office of CPMG, the Post Master General. In its original form, this magnificent building was the “ Ainakbaaz kothi,” a name given due to  its opulent interiors of mirrors and glass. 

There was a Kankar kothi nearby, which is now lost. Lucknow has numerous kothis built by the Nawabs, the Rajas, and the Taluqdars. Hazratganj itself is lined on both sides by some imposing kothis starting from Kothi Noor Baksh, which is now the residence of the District Magistrate, all the way to Kothi Hayat Baksh, which is now the Raj Bhawan. 

From the Ainak wali kothi, we crossed the road and walked down to one of the most beautiful monuments, the Sibtainabad Imambara. Maintained beautifully, yet encroached upon, damaged beyond repair this place is an example of how callously we treat our heritage. The imposing gateway now has houses built into it! Unimaginable but unfortunately true. We could see ACs installed in the window of the room in the upper floor 0f the gateway. An address,1 Maqbara gate, and a monument is taken over. We walked in expecting to be shocked by more encroachments, but what we saw was a pleasant surprise. The Imambara is beautiful with green walls, four arched doorways with stained glass panels. It houses the grave of Nawab Amjad Ali Shah, also known as Hazrat, who gave us our ultimate shopping and walking destination. Such a marvel of history and architecture hidden in plain sight amid the hustle bustle of Ganj. Another interesting trivia. At one point the Imambara was also used as a church by the British, before they built their church where Cathedral stands now. 

The historical perspective given to us by Srivastavaji, who, with his map, old photographs, and vast knowledge and passion for the city makes us visualise the place as it was in  days past. I love to close my eyes and see the river meandering visible, from Ganj, Dilkusha gardens, which stretched till Raj Bhawan, the Chaupar stables now Lawrence Terrace, the imposing Cathedral, then only a small church in the design of all churches.

And from the Imambara, Pradeep Kapoorji takes over. This is the anecdotal part of the walk and we are treated to a feast of stories of the glory days of [Mayfair and other places of this elite market.It did break my heart to be standing in front of the staircase, shuttered now, where once we had watched movies like My Fair Lady and BenHur. The British  Council Library on the first floor  has been wound up. We heard about the three Sindhi gentlemen Thadani, Advani and Mansukhani who gave modern Lucknow its best places. Tales of car parking in the centre of the road, Ranjana and Annapoorna, Royal Cafe which was at one point near Halwasiya, the origins of Sahu film hall. So many more. Maybe, we can have a story telling session in the India Coffee House! 

But history was not over yet. We moved to Janpath, another favourite shopping place in Hazratganj. Not a plaque,not a stone, not a board to tell us this was, once upon a time, Begum Kothi, part of the Kaiserbagh [complex. It was also the place of a bloody battle between our freedom fighters of 1858 and the English forces. Some 800 people were martyred, burnt, thrown, and buried in a ditch that surrounded the Kothi. But nothing to commemorate this resistance. 

This walk has been one of surprises, two heartbreaks, awe at a glorious Imambara, and more importantly, an understanding of the history of Lucknow in a correct perspective.  Away from the Nazakat-nafasat-Tehzeeb view of Lucknow, it gave us an understanding of the city, its past and its evolution in a measured manner, and the numerous stories and events that swirl around its roads, ruins, and buildings. 

A special thanks to Aadaab Arz Lucknow for this fascinating event and to co-walkers who made the three hours very lively. 



















Friday, 13 February 2026

Jordan Day 2

 Salaam Jordan Day 2:

After watching the setting sun in the Dead Sea ,last night we got up in the morning to see the full moon reflected in the waters and setting in the sea on the West Bank.. The beach was to open at 8.30. We had our breakfast … foul(pronounced fool Jordan's oldest dish) made of fava beans, various types of bread garnished with oregano and tahini, hummus, Babaganoush, and all that we dream of in a Middle Eastern Mediterranean platter.
With cats and the sun and the sea for company, we had a fabulous breakfast and then went ahead for the big event of the trip. A swim, or shall I say a float in the Dead Sea. For anyone planning this trip, I would advise you to wear slippers or sandals with a strap to tie them. The salt around the sea is sharp and cuts through the skin on the sole and feet. I wore slippers and tentatively got into the water. I am just a floater, not a swimmer, but it felt good to lie on my back and just float around. Of course, one of the slippers decided to have a float of its own and I had to retrieve it and had to walk barefoot on the salt deposits for a few seconds but that was enough for a few light bruises. Hence this warning for future travellers. The historical, geological and geographical contexts of the Sea are interesting and worth a read.
After a few minutes of floating, we did the next thing, rubbed black mud from the sea. A large bowl of mud was kept on the beach. With the hope that it would solve a lot of my pigmentation issues and makes me glow, I applied it generously. But we were getting late for the next leg of our journey. So, back to the sea we went to wash it off.
Much of wisdom comes and is given later. As we were walking back to the room, a local tourist told us we should have scraped mud off the bed of the sea and applied it. That is more useful. A heads up to all future visitors to the Dead Sea.
And we were off for the next part of the trip to the Wadi Rum. An interesting trip too.














Monday, 30 June 2025

The Jordan visit

चलो USA चलें,लंदन चलें पेरिस चलें …… छोड़ो हम चले कहीं और ……हम चले Jordan। Jordan जहाँ Dead Sea के किनारे हैं,जहाँ crusaders की लड़ाई की दास्तान हा,जहाँ वादियाँ हैं,बाइबल की कथाओं के ज़मीन है, खोया हुआ एक शहर है और उसके खोने की अनसुलझी पहेली है।
आज पहला दिन है ।दिल्ली से अबू धाबी और वहाँ से अम्मान ।सबकुछ ठीक ठाक चल रहा था।दिल्ली के उड़ान थोड़ी देर से चली पर अबू धाबी की फ्लाइट दौड़ भाग कर मिल गई।सामान भी सही सलामत पहुँच गया।
पर पिक्चर में twist तो तब आया जब हम वीजा लेने पहुंचे।यहाँ बता दें कि Jordan जाने के लिए visa on arrival है और जाने से पहले एक Jordan Pass लेना ज़रूरी है। अम्माँ पहुँच वीसा लेने पहुँचे तो उसने हमारे कोड़े पासपोर्ट को दिल्ह पूँछा आप अमेरिका से हैं,अमेरिका का वीसा है या यूरोप का।सब नहीं नहीं बोल दिया गया तो उसने हमें पुलिस वाले के पास पहुँचा दिया।लगभग एक घंटे मगजमारी के बाद पाँच मिनट में वीसा का ठप्पा लग गया। कुछ और भी माथापच्ची हुई,समय बर्बाद हुआ पर फिर हम रवाना हो गए Dead Sea के लिए ।
अहमद जी हमारा इंतज़ार कर रहे थे।छ लोगों के टीम के लिए एक ट्रैवलर नुमा गाड़ी तैयार थी ।पहले दिन का प्रोग्राम था की शाम को हम Dead Sea में तैरेंगे और बाद में करख जाएँगे ।airport में देरी से कुछ उलट पुलट हो गया और हम सीधे पहुचे Al Karak जहाँ एक पुराना क़िला है । Amman से Al Karak का रास्ता भी गजब सुंदर है| Amman से दक्षिण की ओर कोई डेढ़ घंटे का रास्ता है| Medieval जमाने यानि Crusades के का बना यह castle ईसाइयों और अरब मुस्लिम के बीच हुई जंगों का भागीदार रह चुका है।जहाँ कभी सैनिकों के आने जाने,नाकाबंदी की कहानियां,एक पूरा शहर था इसमें ।चर्च था,कमरे थे,खाने पीने का पूरा इंतज़ाम। अरब राजा के हाथ पड़ा तो मस्जिद है ।castle उस जगह की सबसे ऊँची पहाड़ी पर है और वहाँ से नीचे की घाटी और दूर दूर तक सब दिखाई पड़ता है ।बड़ी strategic जगह है और उस ज़माने में इस क्षेत्र पर अधिकार जमाने के लिए उपयुक्त।
हमें वहाँ गाइड करने के लिए मिला याहया,जो कारक यूनिवर्सिटी में इतिहास पढ़ता है और जिसके पिता ने दिल्ली से MBBS किया और कारक के अस्पताल में डॉक्टर। नमस्ते करते हैं और भारत की आबादी से नाराज़ है ।
उतर कर चल पड़े हम Dead Sea की ओर। यह रास्ता ग़ज़ब का था।हम अब नीचे उतर रहे थे। Dead Sea समंदर के स्तर से नीचे है। दाई ओर थे पहाड़,कोई पेड़ नहीं,भूरे,हवा के थपेड़ों से उन पर नाक नक़्शे सब बने हुए हैं । अहमद ने बताया उस वादी में एक hiking trail भी है जो समंदर तक जाती है ।
कहानी तस्वीरों की ज़बानी!









Thursday, 9 January 2025

A birthday note to myself

  I am all of 60 years.

 But no big bang celebrations today.

 I will tiptoe softly and enter the 61st. I will gently ease into the decade of my sixties. 
 I want it to be a low-key entry telling time to be gentle with me.
 I want my heartbeat to be steady and not miss a beat I want the blood in my veins to not scale new heights nor plunge too deep, 
I want the sweetness to be of my smile not of blood sugar. I want my hands to be busy with work, my feet to keep walking, to be awake and keep moving, to sleep the sleep of the dead. 
I want to tiptoe softly into the sixties, dance a waltz, and hum a catchy song. I want my still undyed hair to grey like a diva’s, I want the wrinkles to be those of smiles and the eyes to still hold their sparkle.
 I want to be naughty and wise, I want to be playful and steady,
 I want long treks and short talks.
 I want the comfort of my people and enjoy my own company. 
I want the grass green on both sides and to smile when flowers bloom there or here. 
I want to wake up with a smile on my lips and a spring in my step and there be no wrong side of the bed.
I want a zen space and some hustle bustle. I want the humdrum life and a spike or two of adventure.
I want the silence and I want the noise.
But for now, I want to tiptoe and let time not know that I am sixty today.

Written on my 60th Birthday 30th August 2024

Friday, 29 July 2022

Lost and forlorn

 Home becomes a house 

I went into the empty house today

The four walls and lifeless furniture

They were once home.

The walls echoed our laughter 

The dining table laden with delicious dishes;

The kitchen bubbling with activity 

The floor busy with running feet. 


Home is not the four walls or the 

Beautiful paintings that adorn it; 

Or the carpet that was a favorite with mom 

Or the table and chairs bought with so much haggling and choosing. 

Not even the kitchen and the dainty China tea set 

Look inviting now.

All have memories 

But those who created the memories are not there 

One of the two is no more with us.

And the other so independent, so loving, so strong 

Perforce leaves her home to be dependent.

And the home is just a house 

Plants watered, her birds looked out for her for some days

And then flew to other places.

This home is just a house now.

 20th November 2021

Wednesday, 18 May 2022

Lost life

 The dreams there are none now

I cannot see ahead

Do not look forward to the next day 

A day struck off my life as night falls. 

Counting them on the calendar

Just bottles inside

Holding all my emotions

Noticing with mask on

And a zip on the lip

I cannot speak my mind

I live a life inside my head

A place where I am laughing

And crying

Shouting

Loving

I am hysterical

Delirious

I jump with joy

I fight

Where I get up in the morning with a smile

A lazy stretch

Look around to see the morning sun in my window Look forward to the day

Sing my favourite song

Hum a tune

Embrace the day.

The dreamer just dreams

And lives shadow lives

With open eyes the dreams vanish

And inside the head a world is vibrant 

And the heart beats to a different song.


Tuesday, 19 October 2021

Wisdom

Travel times are always the best times

lands of different cultures

Different history,

Different geography

A world so unknown 

every region,every piece of 

The earth

Has a history as old 

As our Planet 

Grandmothers who weave stories

Grandfathers whose faded eyes are 

Clouded with memories

Customs and traditions 

And the music and dance 

From the great great great and 

Many more 

Grandparents 

The once upon a  time, 

 Retelling,

Story times 

The traditions of gathering 

And recounting 

So that  ancient wisdom survives

Struggle stories pass on 

Ancestors live through us 

The past is the present 

In the future 

Each piece of this planet 

Has a tale 

Rich,

Learning from nature 

Being one with her. 

Ancient wisdom

Was taught 

Listening to the winds 

And understanding them 

Watching the sun’s path 

And marking it 

Feeling the farmlands 

With the heart.


The birds,the trees 

The wild and the tamed 

The lion and the snake 

The dark forests and 

Mighty mountains 

When men were part of them and they 

Of the men 

Stories and tales woven around 

Worshipped 

Part of the household.

Worship rituals and divinity 

Habits and daily routine 

Sun worshippers and 

the sacred moon 

Solstices and equinoxes 

The waxing and waning 

The folklore of the earth 

On a tortoise 

Every corner has its interpretations 

And oneness with Nature.