Monthly Archives: March 2014

Each time I begin writing, I can only trace my memory to recall the last new thing I saw or did. Over the years, through different times and situations, I have found myself in awe of what I have never experienced. This need to see the unknown and learn or do something new has in a subtle manner and seemingly permanently, slithered into my daily routine – so much, that having the same routine outside of work also bothers me sometimes. It is so addictive that on days when I am unable to try a new flavour of gum or couldn’t consciously take a different path to work or forgot to look at a different house’s fencing system – or when I just did not notice my day’s ‘new thing’, I feel disappointed. I thrive on the novel.

Every day I come back from office and attempt to do some poetry, or draw a new letter, gain a new skill, or practice a new aalaap for my Hindustani Music lessons. On really bad days, I try to do all four. The gratification is unparalleled. But the quest is exhausting. Every moment of my existence is spent in this exhausting quest to find a different experience, to find answers to the innumerable questions I have, and it is wonderful! What really worries me though, is that my list of skills keeps increasing but the time I have to do all those things in a day remains the same. Right now I can equally focus my energy on everything new I have picked up. But what happens when there are more things to do and even lesser time.

On good days at work, when deadlines aren’t killing us all, we go exploring. What is mostly meant to be a short walk around the office, sometimes leads us to some remarkable monuments in the most unlikely places.

The Begampur village branches out into several narrow lanes – congested with small multi-storeyed houses and shops. Enveloped by this hustle bustle of the Shivalik road and cramped residential structures of Begampur Village, sits the enormous, inconspicuous Begampur Mosque. It is almost hard to imagine such narrow galis of the village leading into something so spectacular.

It was almost unreal to see this magnificent structure right in the centre of the city. Just the idea of experiencing something from the 1300s right next to you is other-worldly. It feels like time travel. Though the mosque wasn’t very well maintained nor was it inviting tourists, it seemed to be a part of the lives of the residents of Begampur – Little children playing cricket and elderly gentlemen basking in the sun; and explorers like us, exploring. It is a luxury to break out of a usual work day and slow down to see the real things.

Few of the useful articles I found about the architecture and hisory of this mosque are this and this.