Bimbetka Caves, India, 2002 (Part II)

Eventually my journey has  brought me to Bhopal – the site of the infamous 1984 pesticide plant disaster that resulted in 4-8 thousand deaths (depending on the source of the estimates). 18 years later the city is still a grim and joyless place like so many other cities in India. But to me, this place was the beginning of a new adventure – I was on the way to Kipling’s Mougly country – Kanha National Park.  Though, before I took off to Kanha, I decided to visit another interesting place, called Bimbetka caves and I decided to do this in style. Since I spent considerably less cash than I had anticipated, I thought that I would treat myself to a cab ride to the caves. The hotel where I stayed was reasonably nice, it had tiled bathroom with hot water, air-conditioning and even cable TV with ‘Gross Point Blank’ showing on my first night there. Such creature comforts gave me the reassurance that the hotel’s services could be relied on. So it was through the hotel that I booked the taxi to the caves.

When I actually saw the taxi in the morning, to say that I had my doubts would have been a serious understatement. The car looked exactly like Russian Pobeda – an unfortunate World War II relic. I am actually quite sure it was Pobeda, given the uncanny resemblance and the fact that India was on the Soviet’s “foreign aid” list. The interior of the vehicle was missing at least one sit and the others looked so lumpy that I didn’t even want to think about what they were actually stuffed with. In the place of the missing front passenger sit sat a massive loud speaker with a wild mess of wires running from it to various spots in the car.

Despite the unfortunate condition of his vehicle the driver looked as proud of himself as if he was driving a limo. He even opened the door for me, which was probably the only reason why I forced myself to get into the car. Reciprocity… A person does a nice gesture towards you and you feel obliged to reciprocate and do something generous in return.

But while looking at this car was promising to become the oddest experience of my day, the experience of riding in it was truly unforgettable. There was off course no air-conditioning, since it has not been invented at the time this car was manufactured, and it rattled like an old Aeroflot plane. There was a continuous choice to be made: open the windows so that the breeze gets in, or endure the heat and keep the windows closed so that the dust from the unsealed road doesn’t clog your eyes, mouth and nose. And then off course, the speaker came to life.

Or God, have I actually paid for this?  The speaker didn’t or couldn’t produce any base sound, for which it overcompensated with making the higher frequency notes even higher. I like Indian music, I really do. I grew up watching Indian movies and the songs just stuck with me. But listening to it inside a tin can through a dysfunctional loud speaker at ear-shattering volume went far beyond my tolerance limit. I went with it for as long as I could, but in the end I had to break the driver’s heart and ask him to turn the volume down to the half way mark, at which point the music became almost pleasant.

So there I was bumping along a dirt road across India in a car from my childhood war movies and listening to the music from that same childhood. When we finally arrived at the caves I have experienced such a powerful sense of relief, that it did not matter what those caves had to offer, I would have loved them. This was probably not fare to the caves, since they were actually quite amazing.

Bimbetka caves

As the name suggests Bimbetka caves are a complex of caves, but what is not obvious from the name is that the walls of the caves are covered with various drawings made by early humans that lived there over a very long period of time. There were at least two distinct time periods that could be discerned in the drawings: earlier, simple or even primitive paintings and the more elaborate designs that were obviously painted either by different people, or most likely by more skillful people at a later time. Within some of the caves I could even see the platforms on which the primitive people would have slept.  It felt bizarre to find myself in my evolutionary ancestors’ bedroom. The entire scene looked unnervingly real, as if the early Homo sapiens resident had just gone out for the afternoon hunt.

Bimbetka caves

Since I wasn’t in much of a hurry to return to my fancy cab, I went on a little walk in the surrounding forrest and spotted a chipmunk.

Chipmunk

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