In this bizarrely colorful world that I stand testimony to, camera in hand and a pair of wheels at feet, one fine day, it dawned on me - I could not let life in this cornucopia of dreams, pass me by - unrecorded. With the proclivity of an explorer, hence began a renaissance of beauty, that found its way into my enamored heart, through my faithful lense and into the windows of your wakeful souls. Come, walk with me...
Bithoor, a small town on the Bank of River Ganges is situated 22 kilometers away from Kanpur in Uttar Pradesh.
Bithoor, known as 'Brahmavart' in Puranas has a great mythological background. This is the place where, according to Hindu mythology, Brahma, the god of creation, commenced creation of the world. Brahma is also believed to have enshrined here a lingam of Shiva, which is still worshiped as the deity 'Brahmeshwar Mahadeva'.
Legend also has it that Sita, wife of Lord Rama, came here to live in the ashram of Valmiki.
There are many views as to how it came to be known as Bithoor. The most plausible one relates to Bajirao Peshwa of Maharashtra who had made Bithoor his home after being expelled from Satara by the Britishers. The Peshwa was a devotee of Lord Bithoba. He built a temple dedicated to the Lord and renamed Brahmavart as Bithoba Nagar. Over a period, Bithoba Nagar came to be called Bithoor.
And this is also the place where Rani Laxmi Bai and Nana Saheb Peshwa spent their childhood.
There are some 30 Ghats existing here which is next to Varanasi which has 80 ghats.
If ever YOU visit this place don't forget to take a ride on the boat and watch all the ghats from the Ganges. Also a short walk in the narrow lanes of the village.
'm missing it actually, the last encounter I remember was on my way to 'Kotdwar/Lansdowne'. The fog was kinda killing on that day with some live examples of few fresh crashes, so it was time to concentrate on road leaving the idea to frame them :P The worst one was a very nice trail of few cars (read 5-6) with a UPSRTC (Uttar Pradesh State Road Transport Corporation) bus leading them while a poor Indigo driver was still struggling to understand if something has happened!!! And by then the clock was showing 11.15 AM and some 45 kilometers on the trip meter. Huh... what a start of the day!
After all it was 'Fog', so please skip all the above said as if it was drunk to any level :D
So it was time to keep the eyes 'double wide open' and to 'stop severing' by holding the steering wheel tight.
Some 45 kilometers more and some 405 degree rotation of the minute-hand in the watch. And the surrounding seemed to be interesting and irresistible to search for a deeper parking bay on Nh-119. Was I lucky enough to park myself and to cross the road for the yellow fields (read mustard fields) saving my 1000D from somebody smashing me out of the dense fog... ;)
Warning: And now the rest is for your eyes if you don't have any abhor for greenery or any kind of fascination for the concrete jungles or 'color blindness'...