A plethora of stories: Pondicherry
Stories never cease to astound us. There is a story behind everything that exists. You have a story, I have a story. There are places that are charming, then there are places that take your breath away with their magnificent history. They pull you into an imaginary world. They make you wonder how fascinating it would have been to witness that era. Such places retent a profusion of a million stories. I visited one such place a while back. I visited Pondicherry.
As I got down the bus and looked around, Pondy looked like any other Indian city. Having heard so much about the place from so many people, I decided to not judge the book by its cover and explore instead. The first place I went to was the Rock Beach. Seeing a narrow stripe of sand lying quietly next to the boundless sea, with rocks sandwiched between the two was prodigious. The fierce waves hit the rocks, but not even one moved. Shouldn’t we all be like those rocks? Shouldn’t we all work towards attaining that stage where no trouble would seem frightening enough?
Sometimes you go out of words when it comes to describing the artistry and beauty of a place. On the other side of Rock Beach is one such place – the White Town. White Town is the centrepiece of Pondy. Embedded in its sublime streets is the heritage of the French history that goes three centuries back. Ever since I was a kid, colours never failed to animate me. Colours have the magical power of cheering anyone up. The villas of White Town were painted in vibrant colours. The walls were bright, and the doors and windows tall. The breathtaking architecture of the place took me to a wonderland. It made me ponder how marvellous it would be to spend the entire life roaming on these pretty streets. There wasn’t one imperfection about the place. There were people around, but somehow it was all calm and pleasant.
The scooter ride from White Town from Auroville was special in numerous ways. I observed a noticeable cultural shift as I strolled through the place. After crossing beautiful avenues, I reached Auroville. Some places induce a vibe of calmness and composure. Auroville was serene. There was no chaos even with hundreds of people. The focal point of the place is the Matrimandir. The golden ball with the sunset in the background looked absolutely magical. I wished I could stay there to see more such sunsets.
Pondy is a place of rich heritage and history. There is an array of stories associated with the place. I found out about some of these stories while creating some of my own.