India is old. Honestly, most of the world outside of the US is old. I appreciate history. I think my love for world history has suited me well in a life where we get to travel around the world. Sarabeth’s love for American history has always made me appreciate often forgotten and overlooked places of import in the States. I just love history. I love imagining what it was like when John Adams first moved into the White House or when Lady Jane was beheaded in the Tower of London, or when the nizams of old ruled from Golconda Fort 1,000 years ago.
The women were probably wearing saris like they do today, the men were probably dressed in the traditional long white shirt and pants you still see Muslim men wearing. Even without the cars there was probably just as much noise. India is bright and loud and constantly moving, and I would guess that wouldn’t have been any different 1,000 years ago.
Up until the time that India received independence from the British in 1947 much of India was ruled by what I imagine to have been like the feudal lords of England. Before there were distinct states, there were districts, and even today in Kerala there is a traditional district head who is related to the family that once ruled that district. The nizams were those that ruled Hyderabad. They were apparently so powerful that even after independence, India allowed them to “rule” or at least continue living as nobility until their death.
The fort is massive. There is an outer wall that encircles that was the original city and then the fort itself. The nizams were all Muslim, and so there are clear aspect of Muslim architecture.
We went in the morning when the fort first opened, but it was still hot though not nearly as crowded. I have a bad habit of drinking all of the water we bring, not realizing I haven’t offered Evan any until the last sip. He is always gracious and pretends like he isn’t thirsty until we find water for purchase and he downs an entire bottle and then continues drinking like a camel for days.
I appreciate history, and am thankful when parts of it are preserved. Much of the history of Kerala has been torn down or succumb to humidity. The history reminds me there is nothing new under the sun. Life is fleeting, but hopefully what we do will make a difference, even if you don’t see it 1,000 years from now.