Picnic under the Banyan Tree

On one of my daycations today I am at Sinnar a quaint little town some 26Km away.  So very close to where I reside but it took me a pandemic to visit this piece of history.

The town of Sinnar according to one of the tales was established by the Yadava also called the GAVALI by the chief RAV SINGHUNI and the temple was conceived by his son RAV GOVINDA. Known as Sindhinagar or Seunapura in the medieval period was ruled by Bhillama III of the Yadava family. In 1025 AD, the Mahasamanta Bhillama III was ruling his hereditary province of Seunadesa, at this capital Sindinagar, as a feudatory of the Western Chalukya King Jayasimha II.

Under the archeological department of Aurangabad, the temple is well restored and maintained. It’s open to tourists without any entry fee the premises is used by miscreants and encroachers along with the sparsely trickling tourists.

This Hemadpanthi Bhumija style temple which stands as testimony to our roots after many decades of defending all weathering and change of hands stands elegantly in full glory. Wondering as to how I missed this little piece of history, vacations are always planned away from home.

The entrance speaks about its age.

Build in the Shayva Panchyatan style of architecture with the biggest and the main shrine in the center surrounded by four smaller shrines of Shri Ganesh, Parvati, Vishnu, and Surya.

This Local black and limestone structure is intricately carved with scenes from the Ramayana. All walls are adorned with fine and exquisite stonework with great symmetry. The unique feature is the projected panels in a way to catch the sunlight to lighten up the Garbhgrih

Build on a raised platform the temple is dedicated to Shiva and the inner Sanctorum has a black huge shining shiv linga and Nandi stands Guard facing it.

I am happy to visit this forgotten standalone gem, but my chain of thoughts is why was it made and just somewhere out in the blue.

I feel this was the need of the hour in those days being a major socializing place for people to come together, showing your prowess and the need to be recognized after centuries, these structures tell the stories about the Rulers and their thought process, Love for the almighty, the passionate love of the craftsmen to showcase their talent, to rule out all odds and create something so Grand.

Sitting there lost in my thoughts I understand how important it is to keep checking on our roots, Connecting to them now and then is so important which we normally do in our latter stages, by the time we connect much is lost and the younger generations lose on some incredible connections and memories.

Growling stomach and colorful picnic baskets, with the latter needs to be opened to satiate the earlier. We stop by a farm with a banyan tree.

Under the banyan tree some 100yrs old on a stomach full lunch, sprawling under the shade for a quick nap, watching the skies with drowsy eyes with the afternoon sun trying to barge in through the thick green leaves and canopy of branches and many perennial roots snuggly tucked into the soil giving life and protection to many.

With a hen clucking next to me my sleep has evaded me I am staring at the tree fascinated.

Fresh from my visit to the Gondeshwar Temple, Now sitting under this banyan tree a place that belongs to a family of KUTE’S .

My chain of thoughts broken by one of the many owners of the farm from the eight generations staying together, he enquires about the picnic party that is now comfortably resting under the Banyan tree in his premises. This owner of a 90acre farmland with 25 people in his joint family has the oldest member of 109 years and the youngest of four months. A quick friendly tete a tete and we are invited to meet MUKTABAI KUTE the cute Grandma of the house.

She is 109 with a wrinkled face, glass eyes, and in a colorful dhoti seated in the same poise as does the commander of the household. Except for a little hearing aid, she is hale and hearty.

The youngest one besides her is happily giggling in the Cradle. Their sitting next to her I understand some very important life basics, the 109-year-old hardly eats, Talks less but the love for every member and the land speaks through her every pore. Watching every member of her family come and go, sitting with her for a mere 5 min every day keeps her going at 109.

Many on reading would feel what’s the connection but it shook me up.  The NEXT GEN believing in nuclear families and materialistic lifestyle, everything for them is fast, faster and fastest I wonder about the future of our generations. How would they know about the history, the rich culture, its preservation like the stand-alone gems?

I loved the temple but I connected to the Kute family more and the values so deeply rooted, I felt the visit was destined in such a time I went back to the historical and cultural roots, reminiscing through my thoughts the perennial roots of the banyan are like life lessons. To keep connected to your roots and then keep them bound is the responsibility of every generation.

Rich with values and history I am back with new vigor and enthusiasm. Both the Gondeshwar temple and the Kute’s have enriched me for life.