Rock stars
 
 
Sheila Kumar and her intrepid aunt Uma  
take off to view the  
Bhimbetka rock shelters near Bhopal 
 "Why not Khajuraho? Or the Orchcha temples?  
The stupa at Sanchi? We could have chilled 
 out at Panchmarhi, or gone tiger-spotting in  
Bandavgarh." The person shooting off these  
questions is me. The person declining to answer  
them is my aunt Uma. 
  Bertie Wooster had a whole clutch of aunts; I have just 
 the one. Sometimes, I think one is more than enough. 
 My mother's sister Uma was born under a travelling  
star. Age has  not slowed her down much that I can  
perceive. At 57, she brings all the curiosity and  
enthusiasm of a female Bruce Chatwin to the places  
she goes to. As the chosen one who accompanies 
 Uma on all her trips inside and outside India, it is I 
 who sometimes feel my age. Today, we are 45 kms 
 south of the capital city of Madhya Pradesh, Bhopal, 
 driving through barren landscape on bad roads towards 
 the prehistoric caves of Bhimbetka. Aunty Uma always,  
but always, takes the road less travelled.
  The day is a bleak one, the grey slow-moving clouds  
overhead matching the boulder-splattered plains,  
which in turn complement the ridge of glistening black 
 rock that rises above us on the crest of the Vindhya  
ranges. Sal forests, now standing stark and shorn of  
leaves, line what passes for a road in Madhya  
Pradesh. Aunty and the driver Mahesh Kumar are  
talking about Bhimbetka.  
 
It's said that Bhima, the mighty Pandava, had rested  
awhile here, long ago, hence the name Bhim-bet-ka.  
However, it is clear that beyond his muttered 
 "etihaasik gufa" (historical cave), Mahesh Kumar's  
knowledge of the caves  is desultory at best. 
 Aunty is about to broaden his horizons  
though. Mine, too.  
 
"Bhimbetka has South Asia's richest collection 
 of prehistoric paintings," she says, with nary 
 a look at her guidebook. 
 
 "The rock shelters date back to the  
Neolithic age, 5,500-1,000 BC. This  
wilderness we are passing now is the 
 Ratapani Wildlife Sanctuary, famous  
for its leopards, jackals 
, and sloth bears." Then Mahesh Kumar breaks i 
n excitedly, "Ji haan! When the intense cold gives over, 
 
 all the animals Auntyji talked about come out."  
Auntyji looks suitably gratified. 
 The moment we reach the parking lot, a guide, the  
lone human out there, comes up. He says the  
Archaeological Survey of India  guide is not around 
 but he, Shashi, would show us around the  
caves. We follow him up the thin gravel path  
that leads to gigantic  rock formations standing  
majestically against the skyline. "The  
caves are 1,000 years old," he begins his spiel 
 in a practiced tone. 
 
 "No, they are not," Aunty tells him kindly, but 
 firmly. "The earliest paintings go back to  
 
between 10,000 and 25,000 years ago." Not the 
 most auspicious of starts. It's like being in a time warp.  
Bhimbetka is a ridge that  
rises over what were once  
dense forests. Serrated  
masses of enigmatic rock  
stand stolid, with all indications 
 that a ragged river and many creeks may have run through 
 here at some time. The rock shelters, grooves and grottoes 
 stretch for some 10 km and look like a throwback to biblical 
 times, especially the overhanging rock ledges. All of it is  
enveloped in an eerie silence with an occasional wind  
whistling through the 30 species of trees, all bare now.  
We get to see 15 of the 600 excavated caves, set in  
rock formations straight out of a Tim Burton film.  
It says 600 in my guidebook; Shashi says there  
are over 1,000 caves, big and small, in Bhimbetka. 
 Aunty wants to speak but catches my eye  
and keeps quiet.
  The day has become greyer now and a sharp, cold wind 
 whistles through the denuded branches. Brittle leaves  
crunch underfoot. We really seem to have left all vestiges of  
civilisation behind. On the heels of that thought, a crackling 
 noise makes me jump. It is Aunty opening a packet of  
chips. She is addicted to them, wolfing them down by the 
 pack, neatly folding the empty packets and keeping them 
 in her handbag till she comes upon a waste bin. Excellent  
tactic to stave off hunger when there are no food or drink  
stalls around, as is the case here. 
 Bhimbetka by night, I think to myself, must be the scariest 
 place on earth. "This place," pronounces Aunty happily,  
"is wonderful. It's like a prehistoric artists' colony." She is right.  
What prolific artists these people were! The tracings, going 
 all the way back to the Palaeolithic, Mesolithic,  
Chaleolithic and Medieval ages, depict the lives of the cave  
dwellers executed in red, green, yellow and white  
using silk cotton, animal fur or squirrel tail, coal,  
haematite, manganese and soft red stone, even the 
 fat of animals, and crushed leaves. Some were done  
at a height that probably involved the use of  
some sort of ladder.
  The colours are subtle, and have remained intact  
owing to the chemical reaction from the oxide on the 
 surface of the rocks - an example of nature helping  
art. The artists seemed to have a particular fondness for 
 animals, since depictions of deer, boar,  
leopards, tigers, panthers, rhinoceroses, antelope, 
 fish, frogs, lizards, squirrels  
and birds abound. The more predatory the animal, 
 the larger it looms next to  
insignificant man in these paintings. 
 It was a busy life for prehistoric man.  
Hunting, dancing, horse and  
elephant rides, gathering food, 
 attending animal fights and 
 masked ceremonies, drinking 
 bouts, burials, the paintings 
 chronicle lives long gone but not 
 forgotten. Not as long as these amazing  
paintings exist. Interestingly, superimposition  
on some paintings shows that some of the  
canvases had been used again and again  
by different artists. Apart from some skeletons 
 - the dead were buried under the floor of these 
 very caves and the excavated grave of a 12-ft skeleton 
 is now in the Museum of Natural History  
in Kolkata - blades, scrapers, cleavers, axes and  
even the remains of food-stuff were  
excavated from this area. 
  It is a play of darkness and light as we walk in the 
 wintry sunlight, peer into shallow caverns. 
 Aunty observes, "There are no signboards or  
historical details in English. Most irritating."  
Shashi isn't going to let that one be. "We are  
there to give 'Englees' tour, no?" he asks 
 indignantly. We opt for a tactful silence. 
 We turn for last looks at the rocks as we drive off. 
 "It seems that when construction work was 
 on in these parts, sometime in 1956, a whole lot  
of prehistoric tools and implements were  
dug up," says Aunty. "It was as if a museum full  
of Palaeolithic relics lay just under the  
topsoil." I look around at the singularly monotonous 
 scenery and reflect that life is never  
as one-dimensional as one perceives it to be.
  "Did you notice?" asks Aunty suddenly, with some  
asperity. "The prehistoric woman was  
the archetypal Indian woman. She cooked, cleaned, 
 bore children, and did nothing else."  
And then, inspiration strikes me. "Aunt Uma,"  
I say, earnestly. "How do you know the 
 artists weren't women? The paintings are  
classic home décor." Aunt Uma falls into a 
 reverie as she ponders this probability. 
 
 
  
The drive back to Bhopal is a relatively silent one.  
Good trip, this, I tell myself on a  
satisfied note. The caves were simply fascinating, 
 a page from a history book  
coming alive. And it isn't often that  
I can have the last word with Aunt Uma.
  
  FACT FILE
| How to get there | Bhimbetka is 45 km away from Bhopal but owing to the bad roads, the journey to the caves takes almost three hours. |  
| Taxi fare: | Aproximately Rs 1,200 to and from Bhopal. Bargaining is mandatory. |  
| Air: | Bhopal's Raja Bhoj Airport has flights coming in from Mumbai, Delhi and Indore |  
| Train: | Bhopal is a major junction with trains coming in from the north, west and south |  
| Cave timings: | 10 am to 5 pm; Mondays closed |  
| Entry fee: | Rs 14 including vehicle, $5 for foreigners |  
 
| Where to stay | Bhopal has a couple of deluxe hotels, like the Noor-Us-Sabah Palace, a Welcom Heritage property, and the Jehan Numa Palace, privately owned by the Nawabs of Bhopal, and other more modest ones like the Ranjeet Lake View Hotel. |  
 
| Name | Address | Tel | Email |  
| MP State Tourism Development Corporation | 4th Floor, Gangotri, TT Nagar, Bhopal-462003 | 0755-2774340/42/43 | mail@mptourism.com |  
| Jehan Numa Palace | 157, Shamla Hills, Bhopal | 0755-2661100 |  |  
| Noor-Us-Sabah Palace | VIP Road, Koh-e-FizaBhopal-462001 | 0755-5223333 |  |  
| Ranjeet Lake View Hotel | Van Vihar Road, Shamla Hills, Bhopal | 0755-2660600 |  |  
 
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