Rehabilitating Our Roots in Ruins
We recently planned a short family vacation to Tijara, Rajasthan - unaware of what the trip really held for us. I come from a family with roots in Rajasthan as well. I have been told that we migrated to the current day Noida area in Uttar Pradesh from Jaisalmer in Rajasthan. Maybe it's the knowledge of my roots or just blinding appreciation for period architecture; I have always been captivated by old havelis, palaces, and forts. Since my childhood, it has been a constant dream to revisit history by visiting such places, some in ruins and others still flourishing.
As a young child, my family lived in the Lodi Colony area in Delhi. My father, a government servant in Indian Railways, had been provisioned with government accommodation. This is the part of Delhi where old ruins are abundant. I can still clearly recall that the first time I saw an abandoned fort, Pandav Qila, on a school trip to the Delhi Zoo. The magnificent structure captivated the thoughts of a young me. Thoughts such - What happened to these places? Where did the people who once lived here go? Why are these places in such bad shape? Why can't these places be alive again? Why can't these places be full of life again? These thoughts often occupied my mind growing up whenever I saw any historical ruins, which were plentiful on our family trips (train or road trips).