Showing posts with label Loss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Loss. Show all posts

Wednesday, 7 August 2013

Srinagar



                                                                    


Picturesque Srinagar, set in the heart of Kashmir valley at an altitude of 1,730 meters above the sea level is the summer capital of Jammu & Kashmir state. This charming city of lakes and gardens also known as The Venice of the East, sprawls elegantly on both sides of river Jhelum, which is crossed by seven bridges. The idyllic Dal and Nagin Lakes, linked by a network of backwaters further enhances the beauty of Srinagar.


According to Kalahana, the author of ‘Rajatarangini’, the city was originally named as Srinagar and founded by emperor Ashoka (3rd century B.C.).The present town was established by Prabarasens II and finds mention in the travelogues of Hiuen Tsang, the famous Chinese Traveler who in 631 A.D visited Srinagar. Lalitaditya Mukhtapida was the most illustrious ruler of the Hindu period which ended in 1339.
Persian influence over the city’s art and culture was introduced by the Afghan Badshsh, Zain-ul-abidin (1420-70). But, most of the city’s formal beauty and fine mosques are a result of the patronage provided by the Mughal rulers.
Srinagar was the summer resort of the Mughals, who built gorgeous gardens with fountains,waterways, pavilions and terraces placed between groves of Chinar and Willow.

For more information on Srinagar check out the post - 21 things to do in Srinagar.



Wednesday, 10 October 2012

LOSS..... and beyond by Saadiya Kochar





A few years ago I started traveling to Kashmir, for my personal reasons (check out the film for that). What was initially supposed to a book on Kashmir, became a movie, an exhibition, a yet to be released book and now this blog. What I have lost can never be regained but what Kashmir gave me was a strange kind of calm to deal with the  chaos in my life.
There is so much information one has gathered about Kashmir- about its language, its folklore and of course its people. I'm not a Kashmiri, so I guess I will always have the view of someone peeping through the window. So this is the view of a Peeping Tom. Sometimes, I guess a Peeping Tom notices  certain details of the house than the inhabitants themselves, fail to notice.
Loss a film on Kashmir by Saadiya Kochar