Ok, today, I am in a really expansive mood. Two big posts in a WIMWI day!! Or maybe its because of my last post #13. I am not really a superstitious type, but if you are in an expansive mood and if you just want to write to your blog, you can indulge in such luxuries.
Ok, reader, never mind the above. They were just place-holders. Cut to the quick, the Taj Mahal, India's entry to the seven wonders of the world is considered a monument of love - the insignia of a weeping widower in memory of his departed wife.
The emperor of India spent millions to build his saga of love, and when the monument was completed, he cut off the hands of the twenty thousand artisans who had built the tomb - so that they might never again create a better masterpiece.
As I stared at the Taj Mahal on the back-cover of my marketing note-book, the white Taj suddenly turned red (or was it my eyes that desperately wanted some shut-eye). Either case, I cannot disassociate the beauty of the Taj with the brutality of its emperor in cutting off the hands of his artisans.
History is full of examples of emperors and conquerors and kings. Of great battles and romances. Of how Alexander almost conquered the entire world, of how Ashoka spread Buddhism, of how Gandhiji fought the British. But history almost never talks about the populace which made it possible. The common man is always common - too common to be written about or talked about, and yet it is his commonness on which the glory rests.
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Yeah, this part of history was not written by the workers but by Shah Jahan(the winner). Technically, they couldn't have since their hands were cut off, but we wont get into that.
I think this has a lot to do with your other post on competition. SJ simply didn't want competition for his Taj. I wonder if you can really justify love with violence. It's one of those dilemmas that has plagued mankind for ages.
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