They stepped out of the machine and grasped the bars of the machine. As a
wave of nausea rolled across them. Raveen gasped for fresh air and simultaneously punched his fists to his temples and shut his eyes.
Soon as he felt better he snapped open his eyes.
And croaked to suneesh “You okay?”
“Yeah, I suppose…” he breathed as slowly straightened up, another wave of nausea rolled across him which had nothing to do with giddiness….they were back in time…!!
As soon he Suneesh followed the suit and he too straightened up and blanched .Now that they had come to think about it, Raveen slowly said “What about mum? She would ground me for the entire year if she gets to know that I’m not in my room. And on top of it she’s going to completely freak out .But ……on the second hand what could be better than for being in that particular time? I guess, buddy let’s not let this chance elude it’s too intriguing to let it slip….
Suneesh heard the short speech made by him and shut his eyes and pondered over it for a while.
“I suppose you’re right let’s do this.” he said in a morose voice with a deep sigh.
But first thing they thought id to get changed from their jeans, jersey and boots. They stealthily crept out of the machine and a beeline towards the visible shops in distance. Peculiar! The shops were open but empty. Good for us! Watching the shops of 1754 was a real treat they thought silently.
“They are so colourful and nice. They gave a nice aroma and showed the real colours of India, “remarked Raveen.
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“hmm….there is only one word to describe them …”cool”, replied Suneesh.
“Hear! Hear! ,” replied Raveen heartily.
They were really intrigued by the shops and continued exploring them till they saw a clothes shop and with a jolt remembered they had to change.
They stepped into the shop which was offering an ostentatious display and selected from a wide range of clothing a simple kurata pajama.
“Aren’t these a bit toooo old fashioned? Can’t we just stay I our clothes?” said Raveen moodily his hands tracing back and forth of the dress he chose.
“Yeah, right so that we easily stand out in the crowd and they get to know we are of some other era. Great! ,” sneered Suneesh.
“Okay. Okay…,”sighed Raveen.
After they had changed they went and peering into the shops wondered where the rest of the town’s folk are. Then they a spotted a family of four conversing excitedly in Hindi. They together had a quick conference and decided to follow the family with a certain distance. They walked for another mile oblivious to the fact that two modern era boys were soundlessly tagging behind them. They walked and Raveen looked forward wiping a bead of perspire from his brow. He gasped audibly.
In front of them stood the largest carnival celebration that had ever met their eyes. There were hundreds of people clad in silk robes and sherwanis.
They were also wearing heavy jewels. There were colourful and vast decorations surrounded them from everywhere. They walked tentatively into the throng; to their immense surprise they noted that there were horses and elephants too.
There the whole field was draped in silk and decorations of flowers and banners were around. And still preparations were going on.
“I have an inkling a huge ceremony is about to start,” said Raveen deep in thought.
“Obviously, they have not prepared all that for you. Maybe for me …you know I’m blue blooded by the way,” said Suneesh with a broad smirk that reduced his eyes to slits.
That earned him a punch from Raveen that shut him up. Then they overheard from a group of excited people that it was the inauguration of safdarjung tomb!
“You know what? That time machine is accurate thing. We are right on time! Thank my stars!” remarked Raveen.
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Suddenly the people began to bustle about and began to melt towards the sides. The boys copied them and waited. Then there was a huge cry that the king has arrived. Raveen and Suneesh exchanged excited looks. A group of horsemen came galloping in the front and jumped off the horses and bowed. Everyone did the same and the king arrived.
He was calmly sitting on a huge golden throne on an elephant. He was dressed in a cloak of gold and wore an elaborate crown of gold studded with diamonds and rubies. His fingers were full of diamond studded rings. And his was just like an ideal king, fearless and dominating. He certainly looked like a headstrong and an excellent king.
Then everyone gave a cry for the king’s long life. He was carried out and he approached the throne in the center of the field behind the glamorous tomb. Flowers were showered on him in respect. And he gracefully walked to the throne and sat down. And everyone bowed once again. The king rose and said in a loud voice.
“rise, my noble men. I have gathered you folk today to announce the completion of Safdarjung tomb in 1754 BY Shuja ud dualah as a tribute to my father’s memory. In the memorial of Safdarjung the governor of the Province of Awadh and nawab Shuja Ud Duala’s father under the reign of Muhammad Shah. I believe it is the only construction in our imperial capital that speaks of same grandeur of Mughal art during and pervious the rule of Aurangzeb,” saying this he sat and down and he commanded “let the celebration begin.”
Raveen noticed that this monument was situated at the head of the Lodhi road and the tomb certainly emitted the glow of the Mughal era. Safdarjung tomb is one of the few buildings built during the last span of the Mughal era. The plan of the tomb’s structure id similar to that of the humayun’s tomb over an area of 300mt square.
There was a huge thunder of applause and then Suneesh cried out “here starts the festival!”
This broke Raveen’s stupor and they together started enjoying the festival.
First came a group of dancers who performed a strange dance with immense grace and beauty. They performed it with great speed. It was on overwhelming sight and they enjoyed every minute of it. Then it ended and their grace was so much that they seemed to float away. There was a huge round of applause. Then the next group of people came and began the ancient Sufi music. They started a slow, sedate form of music featuring the Turkish flute, the “ney.” It was extremely beautiful and at the end of it, the boys were surprised to find their eyes moist. Suneesh remembered his mum saying that true music touches the soul. Everyone was feeling deeply moved and ecstatic. Then there was music, the ghazals, kafi, a solo genre and Qawwali. All the signature Mughal music. It was completely beautiful and touching. There was a huge round of stunts and various acts performed by a horde of stuntmen which was all really great and enjoying watching. The shadows moved and the cries of cicadas made them aware that it already afternoon but the festival continued and they forgot their worries and found themselves succumbed to it. Then to their great appall they saw few boys no older than sophomores displaying swordfight. But they were well trained. They did it for their pride and they seemed fearless. One after the other, stunts of various trained elephants and horses and in all that the afternoon faded away.
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At last the dusk was crawling and dark blue shades were clouding the sky. Then the emperor of awadh, Shuja Ud Duallah stood up and gracefully walked towards the tomb. There was a thunder of applause and the shower of the rose petals on the king. And then he announced the tomb’s open to the common people. Then he walked and sat down on the throne.
“Now there is going to be a b-i-g stampede,” said Suneesh with an impish grin.
But to their surprise there was no huge scramble and rushing towards the tomb but everything was in perfect order. There were groups of people who visited the tomb turn wise. They sat down waiting and thought it was such a mesmerizing symbol of a son’s devotion to his father. It was a mark of the warm bond between the son and the father. And how the world has become these days. What kind of children, sons are there who fool their parents all the time ………….
Suddenly Raveen burst out “shouldn’t we be leaving soon? I ought to go home now. So let’s visit the tomb now.”
“Yeah…c’mon,” said Suneesh getting up.
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They stood up and quickly joined a group and went inside the tomb. They gasped as the interiors were completely breathtaking. It was beautiful Mughal architecture. Raveen quickly took out a notepad and began jotting down in his clumsy scrawl –
two graves are located in the tomb, one that of Safdarjung’s and other that of his wife .
the chamber’s in the tomb are essentially rectangular in the shape except the corner chambers that are structured octagonal . The tomb looks around at beautiful pavilions of:-
badsha’s pasand or the king’s choice.
Moti mahal or pearl palace
Jangli mahal or the sylvan palace.
These structures are perfect examples of Mughal architecture artistry.
They continued admiring the brilliant architecture. It was far more better and extraordinary looking than the British and the modern architecture .it was also marked with the signature Mughal arches. It was altogether a brilliant experience. Raveen and Suneesh quickly walked out of the tomb and saw a huge feast was going on. Bizarre!!
“I hear my stomach growling ….,” said Raveen pursing his lips.
“Won’t harm if we have a quick bite….will it?” replied Suneesh looking wistfully at the huge spread.
“No it won’t,” admitted Raveen.
So they set off towards the feast and thought that they will never get a chance to be in Shuja Ud Duallah’s feast so they helped themselves to a mountain of food. And they disappeared behind it.
“Mughlai chicken, mughlai pulao, shahi rogan josh, malai kofta, murg kali mirch, barfi, falooda, shahi tukre…….delicious delicacies! By the way Suneesh don’t stuff your face!” said Raveen.
After they had enough food they stood and decided it was time to leave swept a last glance at the festival.
“I’m going to miss the – “started Raveen.
“Miss what…you just came here today,” interjected Suneesh.
“I was going to say the food!” said Raveen whose eyes were still fixed on the food dished.
“God save you….,” said Suneesh rolling his eyes.
They awkwardly trudged back, thankfully they remembered the way. They found the time machine exactly where they left. They opened it and sank into the seat and entered the commands needed. They remembered they had nausea feeling when they had to use the machine.
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“Curse it …” muttered Raveen as the machine began to revolve and his head started spinning and he felt like throwing up.
They shut their eyes and leaned across and clung to the bars in the machine. After what seemed eternity the door banged open. They covered their eyes against the bright sunlight and looked around. They had reached in the year 2010. They were quite surprised by the sight of the tomb as they had not quite gotten over the grandeur of the monument 256 years back.
“We’ve learnt loads and I bet we’ll get 200% in the project as we know things that no one knows about!” said Suneesh enthusiastically.
“Yes, I guess unless they are 300 years old,” snickered Raveen.
“Oh! Let’s call mum to pick us up,” said Suneesh.
As they walked back to the gate they decided not to tell anyone about what had happened with them. As they glanced back they saw that the machine had vanished. They were soon back home writing down the report.
They were extremely pleases as they got to know they has achieved extra marks and were praised by everyone.
Whenever anyone asked them how they did it, they said,” It was a trick of time.”
This was perfectly true and no one could decipher this code. One day quite some time later they thought about the trip …
“I think the time machine appears only to those who are interested in learning. So soon some other children might find it. But that’s really none of our business. Let’s remember and treasure those hours forever.”
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