I am fascinated by Delhi and its history. From middle ages (possibly ancient times) to the modern times the city stands testimony to the stories of empires, nations, people and cultures. As you start following these stories you are led deeper into the ever more entrancing alleys of eras gone by. Interconnected scripts written by legends.
I feel it in the air when I visit safdarjung, lutyens, old delhi. I never ever felt this tide of time that had shaped the city, the sense of history that emanates from its various monuments, the culture – a foreign and ingenious blend – while reading in textbooks or during my annual visits in summer holidays.
It is quiet hurtful that a rich and colourful past, the wisdom of ages gone by, lies neglected and decaying. History is extremely important for people to know where they came from and where they are going. To have their moorings so that change does not make them fickle. I wish if someone takes it into his hand to plot the text book on the lands of India and restore history to its right place and value.
