Reflections after my visit to the fort of Golconda.

(This was brief I had prepared for a photo-exhibition on Golconda. The shoot happened but the exhibition never did...)

If stones can be called cold, cut stones that raise the looming and seemingly monolith structures called forts could be called coldly calculative. Yes, calculative of a desire to raise dynasties, calculative of a desire to survive against overwhelming odds and invading hordes, calculative about land, water, resources, produces, taxes, the throne, vesting power, divesting power, revolution, of conspiracy, greed, pain, joy, love, hate, murder, birth, death, void…

The cold stones never know their transition to 'coldly calculative'.

But yes, they play their part…in history…in time…in space…in destiny…

The stones still stand. Another revolution in the making??? Nay, implausible. Cold stones don’t spark revolutions. Coldly calculative ideas do.

The stones still stand…Well, almost. The sealing between the well-hewn stones are slowly disintegrating. The ants are building a modern transportation system. The next time you lean on those walls, watch it! You could topple over. The stones – they are crumbling.

On a gloomy Sunday morning weeks ago –when the faithful went to the mass, when the slothful slept through the remnants of the Saturday night that was- we set out to freeze in time, the fort of Golconda.

We saw all the way we saw. We saw some the way we wanted to see. What we saw the way we wanted to see, we wish you to see.

Look… Do you see? No?

Look again! Do you now see?

The stones; they tell a story - in their silence, in their age, in their decadence. Your names –the graffiti on those walls- they never can, they never will.

Look and ye shall see…
Seek and ye shall find…

The stones have a story to tell.
The stones have a life to share.
There is wisdom in these stones…