I had always thought that the land of Brij is only for those willing to soak in the spiritual experience . The trees, the streets, the sand and the river, everyone has witnessed actions of the child prodigy- Krishna. They are all full of magical mysticism . But those who don’t believe in it, will find none of it. The first timers to Mathura-Vrindavan might carry an image of a serene place on the banks of the pristine Yamuna river where they can seek “thyself” under a Kadamb tree with sounds of flute coming from distant somewhere. On the surface it appears to be the most contradictory and unlikely place to find something like that . It is dirty and chaotic. But the “Brijwasis” couldn’t care any less. They are happy to be living in a land where they can claim close association with not the "lord" but the child “Krishna”. What struck me as odd and unnerving is, for them his stories are not mythology but history. They consider him to be one of them, raised within their own folds and had made it big somehow.
I might be not be a very religiously inclined person, but I love the thought of worshiping a God whose actions evoked a response of not just plain righteousness , but amusement, exasperation, anger, laughter and a complete range of human emotions. His dalliance with Radha laid the foundation of rules of love and explained its repercussions- the tease, the ache, and the tears that accompany perfect love.
The story began at-
Janam- Bhoomi- My growing years and I had always imagined this place so vividly from the jhaankis on Janmashtami and few TV series of my time. It is the place where Krishna was born. The huge premise includes a very authentic looking prison cell and a temple that surrounds it. The temple had been destroyed numerous times by Muslim invaders. It stands tall and strong today with a forcefully built mosque in its backdrop.