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The Ephemeral Body:
The Life of the Architectural Object
|by Ashish Nangia|
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Thy Neighbor’s Wife: Morality of the Architectural Ensemble
If being an alpha-male is so passé, it seems that the creators of architecture and urbanity back in the good old days were one step ahead of us already. This is not surprising – we are so good at imitating the past that we have already forgotten that it’s the past we are imitating. Moses, with his Ten Commandments, would be surprised too, though perhaps long walks across the desert would dim his ardor somewhat.
The neighbor has a curious role in Indian history. This may seem strange for a country surrounded by neighbors, practically none of whom India is in good relations with. But this does translate into a microcosm of the actual neighbor, you can see into his house, he is very important for your social sense of belonging, and you’re not quite sure to what extent you want to ‘let him’ into your house. There’s this constant tension, the tension that springs from one’s moral values being questioned and teased at, your heartstrings pulled and your kids annoyed.
Or look at the tomb of Humayun, in the heart of Delhi. Here the alpha-male, which is the figure of the Emperor himself, is surrounded by a retinue of smaller tombs, none of which, of course, faces any other directly. In this neighborhood of necromancy we find a microcosm of what the Emperor’s durbar must have been like: replete with hangers’-on, sycophants, the odd original gem, and dozens of seekers-after-fortune in the court of the Great Moghul. Strangely this administrative and bureaucratic setup is reflected in the afterlife as well, complete with the tomb of the royal barber and attendant queens. In this after-death communal gathering, the emperor Humayun has pride of place, but even HE does not dare to face directly one of his queens, the closest thing to this being parallel graves. Naturally the ‘others’ are relegated to places outside the main tomb, in decreasing order of importance. Within this funerary layout we can reconstruct, with accurate and startling clarity, the ‘order of things’ in the Mughal court.
But what about the architecture of Khajuraho? Where is chastity and modesty in this most exuberant of places? How can we reconcile the concept of a chaste Indian neighborhood with the excess on display at Khajuraho? Who are these ‘wives’ that we can look upon so unashamedly, exposed to the natural light of the day? It seems obvious that Khajuraho was the epitome of a decadent Hindu civilization, which was in the throes of excess and soon to be overcome by a younger, Islamic power. Yet even in Khajuraho none of the temples dares to face each other, each is isolated in its own pocket of land, representing perhaps, the small kingdoms that pre-Mughal India was divided into in the 12th century.
And finally, to close the argument, let’s take the case of the British, who found an India in the grip of the caste system on one hand, and the bloated Mughal Empire on the other hand. European structures in India were like a breath of fresh air, but were the inhabitants really ready for healing? With their abolition of sati and the institution of a British education system, the English challenged the very foundations of sub-continental society, a sore that was soon to erupt in the war of 1857. It is small wonder that European churches were garrisoned like small forts, the better to protect them from envious eyes.
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