One step ahead...the broken bridge
It is difficult to decsribe the beauty of a place where the beauty lies partly in the creation,mostly in the destruction and mainly in the interpretation of how the twain meet!Infact,rummaging through my scattered memories of the many places I have visited , I can't recall many of such a place seen in my life ... yet,such was the charm of the broken bridge that I decided to start a blog just to write and let people know about the place!
The bridge lies somewhere on the way between nNgarjuna saagar to Ethipotla waterfalls...yeah,I know you will not be too happy with the "somewhere" portion of its location,but then,that is exactly how some places are best addressed...it is not a known place like the nagarjuna saagar or (the much publicised but little to see, as we found out soon after)the Ethipotla falls,it is just an unknown quiet spot lying somewhere in between ...and u stumble into it unknowingly without any expectations and without even suspecting that ur breath is going to be taken away in a moment!
... The bridge is right at level with the road,so you start wandering into it as if you r walking on the road itself...u go ahead step by step ,gazing at the mammoth Dam walls on your left and another bridge(this one,intact :) on your right,until you suddenly find your next step leads to nothingness...the bridge is broken in between...and just about 60ft below (btw,my geographical sense is really poor so this figure might be wrong) the thin river flows almost quietly except colliding with the sharp rocks here and there and thus,breaking into a gushing streamlet once in a while ... and there is the other side of the bridge... as empty and incomplete as the side on which you r standing,yet there is something in the way it stretches out that it pulls you towards and tempts you to move one more step ahead,in a vain hope of somehow crossing the broken bridge ...Interrupted by the chanawala's persistent call , you get to know from the local people that the two sides have been standing like this,incomplete and leading to nothingness...since 1965...(I am not very sure,but I sincerely hope there is a story of nature's fury behind the bridge's breaking down...)
We stayed there for a very little while as we were in a hurry... in a hurry to go somewhere else in search of natural beauty :) so we rushed away without realizing that this was the place we were searching for and if we had any destination then Here Was it...but then,we never realize that we have found what we were searching for until we lose it, do we?
The bridge lies somewhere on the way between nNgarjuna saagar to Ethipotla waterfalls...yeah,I know you will not be too happy with the "somewhere" portion of its location,but then,that is exactly how some places are best addressed...it is not a known place like the nagarjuna saagar or (the much publicised but little to see, as we found out soon after)the Ethipotla falls,it is just an unknown quiet spot lying somewhere in between ...and u stumble into it unknowingly without any expectations and without even suspecting that ur breath is going to be taken away in a moment!
... The bridge is right at level with the road,so you start wandering into it as if you r walking on the road itself...u go ahead step by step ,gazing at the mammoth Dam walls on your left and another bridge(this one,intact :) on your right,until you suddenly find your next step leads to nothingness...the bridge is broken in between...and just about 60ft below (btw,my geographical sense is really poor so this figure might be wrong) the thin river flows almost quietly except colliding with the sharp rocks here and there and thus,breaking into a gushing streamlet once in a while ... and there is the other side of the bridge... as empty and incomplete as the side on which you r standing,yet there is something in the way it stretches out that it pulls you towards and tempts you to move one more step ahead,in a vain hope of somehow crossing the broken bridge ...Interrupted by the chanawala's persistent call , you get to know from the local people that the two sides have been standing like this,incomplete and leading to nothingness...since 1965...(I am not very sure,but I sincerely hope there is a story of nature's fury behind the bridge's breaking down...)
We stayed there for a very little while as we were in a hurry... in a hurry to go somewhere else in search of natural beauty :) so we rushed away without realizing that this was the place we were searching for and if we had any destination then Here Was it...but then,we never realize that we have found what we were searching for until we lose it, do we?
posted by Chiquitita at 12:12 AM
6 Comments:
Where's the picture?
well i didnt put the picture consciously...putting in the picture would destroy the unknownness of the place completely and more importantly,picture of a place like that can hardly capture the beauty of the place...so no picture,already my amateur writing has spoiled the virgin beauty of that place i feel,dont want to spoil it anymore!
"It is difficult to decsribe the beauty of a place where the beauty lies partly in the creation,mostly in the destruction and mainly in the interpretation of how the twain meet" ....
Indeed it is difficult. I recently visited a place where one can feel the beauty of destruction mingled with the joy of creation. Hampi,the ruins of Vijaynagar, set among picturesque hillocks along the banks of Tungabhadra, baffles us by its sheer demolition, amazes us by the patches of creative genius that remain scattered among the debris - it makes one feel the entire journey that humankind takes from genesis to apocalypse.
I had same feeling. only thing is i couldn't express it in language.
this blog says exactly what i thought abt the broken bridge.
"putting in the picture would destroy the unknownness of the place completely" - But what if the place is known to the reader?
"picture of a place like that can hardly capture the beauty of the place" - difference of views, a writer and a photographer will be poles apart on this particular topic. Again, what if the reader is a photographer?
well...even if the place is known to the reader and if he had found it charming,then,doesen't he already know that the charm of that place is etched in his memory and he doesent need any pictures to hold on to it?
and actually,i do believe that sometimes,pictures also can truely capture of a place even like that,but then,they become award-winning pictures!neither i,nor my friends have the capability of taking suc pictures,so...!
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