So after the storm was the silence. And it was silence that was brought about by awe. For I was witnessing the Gardens in the desert. "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder" said John Keats. But this was one beauty that has held me in such a way that the pictures strike before my eyes and also very clear in that. As Rudyard Kipling had once said ' The vase was broken but the fragrance of the flowers still lingers on.'
After the aesthetics came the religious content. The temple of the Creator Brahma. It is supposed to be one of the rare Brahma temples that is present in the world. And then the temple depictng the 'Sapta Rishis'(Wondering what was the number of Kaundinya Maharoshi of whose lineage I belong to since his idol was not present there).
Let me also enlighten you why there are not many temples of Brahma in he world. Simple answer would be he is not worshipped. But why? The myth goes something like this.
Brahma being the creator is said to create everyone including Godess Saraswati. So she is supposed to be his daughter. But he marries her. And marrying one's own daughter is a hideous crime. And this was taken notice by a Rishi(it geatful if somebdy could give me his name) who imposed a curse on Bramha that nobody would worship him in Bhooloka(Earth).
Please let me also know I have made any blunders in renedering this mythological story. I dont have an Elephant's memmory. So please be advised against the 100% authenticity of this material.
Leaving you with one thought. When Brahma could commit such a mistake and since I am relatively better in that aspect shall I say "
Aham Bramhasmi".
Let's meet after sometime. Until then Shubha Dina.