Essay On A Visit to A Historical Place
It was planned by our school to go out to Agra to see one of the seven wonders of the world -the Taj. The announcement was made in the school assembly by the Principal that students would be taken to Agra and the announcement sent a wave of joy and elation among all of us. How thrilling would be this experience; how exciting how wonderful. We had heard a lot about the Taj, we had even read about it in our books; we had a full chapter on it in our history book, but now was going to be the occasion to really see with our own eyes what we had thus far only heard about or had read about.
It was so planned by our principal and teachers that we would visit the Taj on the ‘full moon’ night; that makes the great monument look so glorious and so that is glamorous it makes a splendid spectacle what our teachers told us. This planning added even more to our excitement. We may be required to keep awake the whole night – but what of that? – one night’s sleep to be given up for such a wonderful experience no great sacrifice.
We were required to assemble on Saturday afternoon by 2 p.m. in the school campus. We were asked to carry our dinner packet with us and the water bottle. We were not to buy any eatables there nor to throw out any thing within the campus of the Taj Gardens. We were also strictly warned not to be veered away into purchasing any items as souvenirs by the unscrupulous and crafty hawkers there who roam around to fleece the unwary. All these warnings and instructions were over and over again repeated to us by our principal and then by our teachers in charge of our batches into which we had been divided.
We had told about this trip to our parents at home and they had given their consent happily for this trip. From Delhi to Agra by bus it was going to be about a five hours journey each side. We were all assembled in the school campus at the appointed hour, were divided into batches the teacher in charge of each batch took charge of his batch, asked us to form ourselves in a line, called up our names for a roll call inspected the items that each one of us was carrying and all this having been done, we were directed to board the buses. It was excitement all over as it was going to be a great day for us. Only some of us had seen the Taj earlier but none had seen it on a full moon night.
That was going to be a real experience. As the buses moved out of the school campus, we all in a chorus, hailed the school by its name with three cheers’ and the journey started. We sang aloud the school prayer. Our teachers joined us and then started the session some of our companions sang very well some songs from the popular films and it was all a ‘let loose’, atmosphere we were given quite the freedom to indulge in it. of songs
How these five hours passed we hardly could feel – we were nearing Agra no we had passed through the roads of Agra and we were told, we were at ‘The Taj’. The full moon shone in the sky. The whole campus seemed as if filled with the milky hue. Splendid was the word which spontaneously came out in one voice from all.
Leaving our buses at a little distance from the main monument we stepped down, our roll call taken and we marched in an orderly manner to our cherished destination, and only after a while we were at the main gate. The Taj, the dream in white marble glowed in the moonlight in its full splendour. We felt wonder struck at the beauty, the majesty and the magnificance of the domed structure. The moon lit campus added glory to glamour – the Taj looked like a white swan stood still in a sprawling lake of milk.
There were fountains bubbling and bursting out all along the pathway. Green lawns flanked their sides.
Crowds of people, men, women and children, all jostling to find a way for themselves it was a crowd indeed and so many foreigners so many of them looking at the monument as though completely wonder struck.
We walked, rather rambled to reach the main platform, took off our shoes as was required and placed them in charge of the custodian. We were up on the main platform over which stood the great monument. Four minarets on the four corners stood like sentinels.
Our teacher of history got us to assemble at a place and told us how the emperor Shahjahan, the mughal emperor, had got this monument built as a mausoleum for his beloved queen Mumtaz Mahal and had desired himself also to be buried by her side after his death. So there were the two graves side by side within the mausoleum. We roamed around, were astounded at the beauty and artistry of the fine carvings- how fine must have been those fingers who with so much artistry created this piece of art. Sometimes we saw towards the Taj and the next moment looked up towards the moon in the sky. The Taj looked no less beautiful than the moon in heaven.
It was for us a dream come true to have come to visit this architectural wonder about which we had heard so much, read so much. Really our country can truly be proud of this piece of art. On the backside flowed the placid Yamuna, as if with full sense of gratification in the honour of washing the feet of this wonder of wonders.
For full two hours we were going round and round WE this monument only wondering and rejoicing. It was now getting about 10 in the night when we came down to sprawl over the lawns to open our tiffin packets. There after was to start our return journey.
We did reach our buses casting the last lingering looks at the ‘Dream in Marble’ that we had seen. We were back to our homes when the rays of the rising sun were looking from the crevices of the windows.
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