Showing posts with label Architecture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Architecture. Show all posts

Monday, 3 April 2017

B is for Bhunga(s) of Banni #AtoZChallenge

"Belief in oneself is one of the most important bricks in building any successful venture." 
Lydia M. Child
When Apu, my travel guru and guide, mentioned that we'd be staying in a bhunga in Kutchh, I found myself mouthing the word again and again. Try it -- say bhunga aloud (the u sounds like it does in put). How does it sound to you? To me, it sounded like the buzzing of a bee. The song 'Bhumro, Bhumro' kept popping in my head. 

Bhungas are circular mud huts.

This was in February of 2017. But before we slept in one, we saw a few bhungas on our way to the Runn of Kutchh. The road trip was tailored around visiting as many villages in Kutchh as possible to see the artisans and craftspeople I'd heard so much about. The thing that struck me the most was that Kutchhis don't create beautiful objects just to sell, they live in them, they wear them and they decorate their homes with them. Their earthy wisdom is palpable in everything; from their beautifully dressed children to their elegantly decorated homes. No sir, no one in the family's ever been to an Art school.

"They have divine grace in their fingers." said the guide at Calico Museum when she showed us pieces of Kutchhi handiwork. And I agree. Everything they create shimmers with their proximity to their roots, their earth and their mud.
 When the ceiling is so colourful, can you imagine how warm the people who live in these bhungas must be?
This is a shop in a bhunga. The village women use Ajrakh fabric to make quilts and bedspreads with  running stitch (all done by hand).
The men sell these and other hand embroidered wares like bags and cushion covers.
Perfectly balanced colours and composition
We stayed at the Gateway to Runn Resort This resort is run by the villagers of Dhordo. The place is beautiful BUT a word of warning: go easy on the chachh (buttermilk). We had a few cases of tender tummies in our group!
I couldn't resist using this 'bird on a bhunga' shot on my 'B' day:) 
Plus, it's one of my only bird shots that looks decent.

The people of Kutchh are hardworking and proud. Every Kutchhi I met, whether he was a weaver or a housewife who embroiders or a herdsman who works as a waiter in a resort during high season has these qualities. 
The older ladies may not be able to read and write, but they rule. 
She is the matriarch who sells her wares with immense charm and gentle persuasion.
When you look into those eyes, you know she doesn't need any meditation class to find her peace. She lives and works and in her free time she creates beautiful patterns with threads and needles and fabric and mirrors.
The quote I used to start this post describes the spirit of the  people of this region perfectly. If you read about their history, the climatic changes faced by them and the earthquakes that destroyed so much so many times, you'll find that the men and women of Kutchh are great builders and weavers and embroiders because they believe in themselves, their art, their land, their people and their heritage.

I want to be like them when I grow up.

What's the one thing you've done (recently or not so recently) with your hands to make your home more beautiful? 
I'd love to find out:)

Check out Architectural wonders to find out more about Bhungas and the people of Kutchh from Banni region.

I'm tempted to promise a post about their colourful clothing...it's a C you say? I know! 
But I'm travelling and the Internet may not be on my side, so we'll see. 
Ciao for now:)




Saturday, 1 April 2017

A is for Adalaj step-well #AtoZChallenge

"All, everything that I understand,
I understand only because I love."
Leo Tolstoy

Welcome to my blog. This is my second A to Z challenge and like last year, I am theme-less. Words are my wine; I love them. So I hope I can share 'words' that talk to me. They may come strung in sentences or held in quotation marks to give them the importance they deserve. At times they'll flow freely in poetry or ramble down memory lanes and at times they may refuse to step out at all! We'll deal with their blockades when we come to them.

All's well for 'A' though, who I found impressed upon a well-thumbed menu at the Library Bar (in Split, Croatia) last night. The lighting was dim but the words by Tolstoy shone like diamonds. I start my challenge with them. 

I do hope you'll enjoy your time here. 
*****

An entire month of challenge lies ahead.
Pause for a bit in the shade.
Rest your feet.
The road ahead is unknown.
Walk in
to draw from the well.

Wells, we all have,
wait inside us:
to find our silence.

Stirred up
Churned up
It takes time to become still.

Come,
sit and sip from your well of tranquility.

*****
I saw my first step-well in February this year at Adalaj in Gujarat, India. Wells are called 'vav' in Gujarati.
"Set in the quiet village of Adalaj, this vav has served as a resting place for hundreds of years for many pilgrims and caravans along their trade routes. Built in 1499 by Queen Rudabai, wife of the Vaghela chief, Veersinh, this five-storey stepwell was not just a cultural and utilitarian space, but also a spiritual refuge. It is believed that villagers would come everyday in the morning to fill water, offer prayers to the deities carved into the walls and interact with each other in the cool shade of the vav." 
The information is from Gujarat Tourism website. 
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Enjoy the weekend.
Flutter your wings and be free:)
See you with 'B'.