But Kampil’s claim to fame is based not only in Hindu mythology but also in the history of another lesser followed religion – Jainism. It is said that it was in Kampil that the four Kalyanakas (auspicious life events) of the thirteenth Jain Teerthankar Vimalnath
Spread in a large area of about 80 sq kilometres, it is one the larger bird sanctuaries in the state of Uttar Pradesh. It is also one of the 94 bird sanctuaries across India recognized under the National Wetland Protection Scheme. Studies suggest that around 50, 000 waterbirds flock to the wetlands of Lakh-Bahosi between the months of December and March. A total of 250 bird species, native and migratory, are supported by the sanctuary’s distinctive ecosystem at different times during the year. The migratory species arrive from far flung regions in Siberia, Tibet, Europe, Central Asia and China.
It was here that Baba Madar’s tribe grew and ever since 1434 AD, his death anniversary or Urs is celebrated as the Makanpur Mela in the months of February and March attracting followers and tourists from distant regions.
On the morning of 28th May 2018 which I kind of missed because I was drowsy as fuck , my mother politely asked me, “Are you going to Agra today?”…I had been planning to go to Agra for over a week then.
But little did I know then that a relatively easy 7 hour ride in an air-conditioned bus is going to turn into a two day affair involving – an unexpected cancellation, a train derailing accident, a short stop at Barhan Junction (Agra) and multiple changes of conveyance before I could reach home a day later.
How lost and vain
How cold and shallow
Our routines are.
Every year the Ramnagaria fair is held on the banks of Ganges at Panchal ghat in my home district Farrukhabad in the state of Uttar Pradesh, India . Beginning in late January and concluding by February end, Ramnagaria is frequented by approximately five hundred thousand pilgrims and tourists from across the country.
These bargains we are into will always keep us wanting.
The man who set the pieces is lost.
And we spent too many years finding pieces of him,
Saving them for souvenirs to sell.
On a distant skyline,
The last ray of sun went plop into the ocean…
I would have perhaps preferred to make a planned trip to Mathura, but in the aftermath of my few hours of unexpected stay here I have certainly grown more curious about this rather religious city, the birthplace of Krishna, the naughtiest God in Hindu Mythology.