Ghorpade Ghat - A tour to the Ruins of the Hindu Revolution.

"Garva Se Kaho Hum Hindu Hain" A slogan that has ignited the flame of nationalism in the minds of millions for centuries. But are we doing a commendable job to call ourselves Hindus? A question I asked myself yesterday when I visited the ruins of Ghorpade Ghat, lying in shambles in the middle of the Punyanagri, "Pune" Every step I was inching towards the ruins of Ghorpade Ghat, my heart was filled with emotions that were surely not of joy nor of happiness!

It was a feeling of sorrow, a feeling of the hollow 'Nationalism' that exists within me. I stepped on the 'Chauthara' of this 'Ghorpade Ghat' Saw, a very old 'Mahadev Mandir', it appeared to be in good condition. Maybe some devotee was doing this job regularly. regularly I bowed down to the Mahadev and moved forward. The feeling of anxiety was taking over me. It felt as if this place is a body of man, fatally injured but with the curse of immortality lying there helplessly. As I stepped down from the steps of this 'Ghat' saw two rooms not knowing the significance of it, but my friend

@FelixUnlucky texted me a link to the information about this place and found that this place was built in 1821, as a 'Ghat', more of a washing stop for people of this city, and the rooms were thus used as changing rooms.

The intricacy of the 'Nakshikam' on this monument was mesmerizing, but the tears of this beautiful place had attracted dust particles, thus hiding the details that will make you drop your jaw. I was lingering around this monument for a while. Seeing the sewage water of this city being flown into the river 'Mula-Mutha' which was once the lifeline of this city. Sat there thinking for a while, where have I failed as a Hindu? Am I a Hindu just for namesake? For political benefits? Why wasn't I aware of this place? What went wrong? Was it me? or was it the society we live in. Watching the sunset, seating at the bank of this river, at the steps of this monument, I found the answer. I was a product of the society that has kept my history away from me on purpose.

The Sardar Panse Wada, Samadhi of the First Peshwa Balaji Vishwanath Bhat in Saswad, and the third 'Ghorpade Ghat' in the middle of Pune. A thought rushed through the mind that hit me harder than a meteor would hit the earth, " If people forget these monuments, it won't be long until people forget that there existed a benevolent Hindu King Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj and his Sardars, who gave their blood and sweat to save the Hindu race" after spending an hour at this place, touched the steps of this 'Ghorpade Ghat', made a 'Sankalp' that Proud Hindus will surely come here to restore this place to its full glory and make sure that everyone lives up to see the true meaning of 'Swarajya'.

Riding my Bullet while the sunsets at the speed of 80Kmph, is among my favorite tasks, but today, covering 27 km from this monument to my place felt as if I was covering 270 km. The thoughts were compelling me to keep the speed of mind as well as my bike too low. I hope, I live upto my Sankalp and make this project a success! I pray to Aai Bhavani, Chhatrapati Shivray ani Bhagwan Shri Ram that they bestow me and millions of others with immense power to serve this beautiful 'Dharma' in 'n' number of different ways.