Cherished memories of beautiful Darjeeling at autumn
impelled us to revisit this queen of hills during the Durga Puja vacation of
2014. The pleasant climate, the smiling autumnal sun bestowing mellowed golden
rays and the green hills bedecked in bountiful aureate marigold blooms enthralled
us- city dwellers of Kolkata- as ever.
Alongside the Gorkha hill folks’ revelling in the vibrancy of Phool Patti and gearing up for the exultation of Dashain, the centenary Durga Puja celebrations of N.N.B.H. Hall, the sole Bengali association of the town, were in progress, which had become the cynosure of all eyes. Shows were being held at Chowrasta (the Darjeeling Mall) alongside the formal inauguration of the Puja by the Honourable M.P. of Darjeeling- kicking off a series of events being organized at the premises of the century old pioneer institution. Being acquainted with the place and having fond recollections, we as a mixed group of elderly and young people enthusiastically participated in the various exciting programmes being hosted, and the Puja rituals in progress- much to our heart’s content.
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Posing for a Snap after a Boisterous Sindur Khela |
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Seeing Off the Goddess |
Bidding the Goddess and her family adieu, we proceeded
with our round of sightseeing.
We first visited the Japanese Peace Pagoda in the Jalapahar
region and also saw there the historic Lal Kothi, which in recent times has
become a local administrative building of immense importance. Then, after
loitering at Chowrasta and haggling with roadside sellers of woolens there- to
finalize on some buys, we moved towards Rajbari, the palace of the erstwhile
Maharajahs of Burdwan. We sought to simply behold the amazing blue-domed
structure (visible from almost everywhere in the town) from close.
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The Dhir Dham Temple |
Next, we crossed the Victoria Falls- a scintillating
waterfall formed by the waters of a small stream by the name of Kalijhora. The
water drops from a height of about 100 ft. over a precipitous crag and rushes
down. The ferro-concrete bridge over the stream dates back to pre-independence
times.
Finally, we reached the Rajbari. The palace was looking
resplendent as ever at twilight- its azure dome tending to blend with the clear
blue autumnal sky.
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''Rajbari' At Evening |
We marvelled at the elegance of the exquisite building,
and were taking photographs by the dozen from various angles to our satisfaction…when
by dint of a stroke of luck, the grace of ‘His Majesty’, the heir to the
Burdwan royal legacy and ‘Her Highness’, his better half, fell upon us!!!
The couple had been strolling around the palace in the
evening, and spotting us enthusiastically taking in the sights of their
imperial heritage, they decided to very kindly help us out. Thus, the gates of
the royal palace compound were opened for us!
Knowing us to be Bengalis who are acquainted with the
N.N.B.H. Hall of which the Burdwan Royal Family had been patrons since its very
inception, they enquired about this year’s Puja events unfolding at the Hall. We
apprised them about the happenings at the Hall and about the commencement of
the ceremonious idol immersion procession.
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Decorations at Entrance of the Palace |
The duo further invited us to check out the interiors
of the palace, which just overwhelmed us with joy. Thereby, we could lay our
eyes on the treasures that the palace interiors held! And indeed, we were
awestruck viewing the very many antique objects, lamps/lights, furniture, carpets,
pelts, animal heads and other décor items lying therein. It is indeed praiseworthy
how the lady of the house- ‘Her Highness’- has been personally ensuring that
such invaluable treasures are being cared for and maintained properly over the
years.
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Signature Royal Home Decor |
Our eyes met with pictures of erstwhile Maharajahs and
other members of the royal family clad in regalia. I could not help but ask
‘His Majesty’ whether he too had on occasion felt the need or urge of donning
the traditional royal robes. To this, he only smiled and remarked, ‘those were
the days of yore…’
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A List Enumerating the Maharajas of Burdwan |
Evening was fast descending on the hill town. Thin
mists started veiling the palace too as we parted from it- expressing our
heartfelt gratitude to its owners and bidding them farewell.
A unique and breathtakingly beautiful view of
Darjeeling lit up at dusk- spread across the hill- greeted us, as we glanced at
the town from the Rajbari area. This was a very different, though exceedingly
beautiful, view- as against the photos of the illuminated town at night that we
commonly get to see in picture postcards, which are taken from Chowrasta or the
Hill Cart Road.
As is characteristic of all hill settlements, soon
after sundown, shutters of shops in Darjeeling began being downed- though the
festive season was on. We too paced to reach our hotel fast- to conclude our eventful
day by taking in a hot filling meal followed by retiring in a warm bed– all the
while recounting the day’s wondrous experiences…and feeling just as a chorus, heard on the way by us
from some students (of an esteemed institution of Darjeeling), pronounced-
“From the sweltering south and the islands
From the plains where the hot winds blow
We have met in the heart of the highlands
At fair India's gates of snow…”
From the plains where the hot winds blow
We have met in the heart of the highlands
At fair India's gates of snow…”
Getting There: Darjeeling can be reached from the
nearest railhead New Jalpaiguri (88 km) or the nearest airport Bagdogra (90 km)
by bus services and hired vehicles. People usually traverse within the town by
walking though hired taxis are also available for travelling short distances.
Staying: There are a great number of hotels here, suiting
different budgets. One can check out the websites of hotels of repute and
contact them for prior bookings. It may seem plausible to book beforehand
especially during the peak visiting seasons- during summer and around the
Pujas.
A chance encounter with a royal couple made our day at the queen of hills Darjeeling all the more memorable.
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