The spell of weeping princess in Katas
(Muhammad Shahid Imran)
After constant
pleading my friend told me that our teacher agreed for a trip. Now it’s our
turn to manage rest of things as our teacher said. First the pleasure of wandering
which always forced my big brother saying “vagrant boy” haunts me. Discussion
started with the class and finally all decided to go for salt range of chakwal
district. I had deep desire to visit snowy cliffs which was impossible in one
day trip. Ah something is better than nothing. Mahmood, one of my friends
tempted me with his self -made stories about salt mines. He also assured me
that there are hills rather not covered with snow but they are green and
enchanted.
The day before
departure was full of excitement. I sent a text message to another class fellow
Ghadia to bring some tasty edibles with her so the mouth found no French leave.
Mom started advising as usual. I felt so lucky to have such a caring mother who
loves me, encourages me, teaches me, scolds me and anxious about me as though I
still clutch her finger.
When I waked up in
morning, friends were calling to come quickly as two buses were ready to go.
Atif bhai was managing all things at trip so he is worried about my late
timings. When I reached boys were still without breakfast. It boosted my anger
but when they offer to have prathas of canteen things calm down.we all got into
the bus and the journey started.
Two buses were on
their way to khewra which is situated in Pind Dadan Khan Tehsil of Jhelum
District. Located at about 200 km from Islamabad and Lahore, it is easily
accessed via the M2 motorway. We began to sing songs loudly and care takers,
after requesting us several times for slow voice, realized that it was
impossible. Half way up when I saw down the hills, I suddenly recited all
divine verses told by mom. It was drizzling outside; the road was wet and
slippery. I closed my eyes with fear. Then a little tarmac road started which
gave a steep climb. I started watching the beauty of nature as John Keats
rightly said that “a thing of beauty is joy for all”. We all were enjoying now
the beauty of red mountains. Finally we arrived at khewra mines and our teacher
start organizing students and briefing them about the history of salt mines at
khewra.
Khewra mines are
known as the main center of mining in the world’s largest Salt Range. Salt from
these mines is not only supplied all over the country, but also worldwide. A
trip to Khewra mines proves to be highly fascinating for the tourists of every
age and temperament. The reason is that it not only fulfils the requirements of
an attractive recreational place, but also carries tremendous pale ontological
heritage for educational purposes. Moreover, there are many places of
historical and archeological interests all
around the area.
It
is said that total reserves of salt in the mines range from 82 million tons to
600 million tons. The mine comprises nineteen stories, of which eleven are
below ground. From the entrance, the mine extends about 2440 ft into the
mountains, and the total length of its tunnels is about 40 km. our teacher show
us that Quarrying is done using the room
and pillar method, mining only half of the salt and leaving the remaining half
to support what is above. The temperature inside the mine remains about 18-20
°C throughout the year. A railway track laid during the British era is used to
bring salt out of the mine in rail cars.
At khewra we saw
mosque built by salt bricks, salt waters ponds and many sculptures made by
salt. It is said that discovery of rock salt in Khewra area dates back to as
early as 326 BC. According to a legend, the army of Alexander was resting in
Khewra after a battle with Raja Porus. When his soldiers
tie their horses near salt rock they started licking it. Geologists say that rock-salt
was found in Khewra about 600 million years ago. It looks funny but whenever someone
told about history I inadvertently find myself in past as that time feeling as
a soldier of Alexander resting after war. Believe me we had been exhausted
after a long trip down inside the mines.
From khewra mines
we drove towards katas Raj temple. First we had lunch led dinner at a dhaaba
style hotel near the temple door. Once we arrived near main gate, which is open
for visitors, a guide welcomed and guided us in great detail the whole history
of each piece of architecture there.
This Temple complex
is situated in Katas village near Choa Saidan Shah of Chakwal District.
Dedicated to Shiva, the temple is there since the days of Mahabarta and the
Pandava brothers spent a substantial part of their exile at the site. Katas Raj
is also the place where Alberuni
attempted to measure the circumference of the Earth, studied
Sanskrit and wrote his renowned Kitab-ul-Hind
which depicted Hindu religion, scientific knowledge, and social customs. The
ever first written mention, Katas Raj could find, was by a Chinese traveler
Hieun Tsang in his travelogue followed by Al-Beruni in Kitabul Hind. The later
historians, particularly during the Muslim era, mentioned the Sacred Water pool
at Katas but that too is deficient in providing evidence about the history of
Katas Raj.
The temple lake is
famous for the princess of palace somewhere in the range of temples. It is said
that when the prince left her alone, she sat near that lake and wept. Her tears
turned the color of lake water into green. It made my fellow rather emotional
and I suddenly felt her eyes were wet. Even she said she did not believe half
of what i told her but it made her gloomy.
The sacred
pond at Katas Raj is now drying up because its water is being supplied to the
nearby towns.
Another legend involves the death of Shiva's wife
Sati; people say that when she died, he cried so much and then his tears
created two holy ponds - one at Pushkara in Ajmer and the other at Ketaksha,
which literally means "raining eyes" in Sanskrit. The word “Katas”
has been derived from his name.
All my friends
got scattered to examine the Katas raj temples.
It was raining with high wind. The condition of building and maintenance was
not good. Govt. should be concerned about the restoration of this heritage.
Walking on the rocks alongside the temples was the same as W. B. Yeats said “I have spread my dreams under your
feet, tread softly because you tread over my dreams” In my case, I am damn
lucky because my hobby is just like me, an adventurous spirit embroiled into
the unknown.
While coming down I
got my foot fractured because of slippery descendent. As I also have passion
for photography and so after a photo shoot at the top of temple range, we
landed near a pond. Suddenly I saw my friend coming towards me; he brought some
chocolates for all friends. He also provided me with pain killer for my injury.
I am very excited during the expedition and gazed with child like fascination
at the landscapes.
Finally all
gathered for group photos and sir began yelling upon us to get back into the
bus. When it was getting dark, we left for Lahore. Well we enjoyed a lot and
learnt much from this tour. The spell of weeping princes will always remains
with me and even it sometime wets the skirt of my eyes too.
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