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Just visible on the ridge high above the city, the Taragarh was for two thousand years the most important point d'appui for invading armies in northwest India. Any ruler who successfully breached its walls, rising from a ring of forbidding escarpments, effectively controlled the region's trade. Few, however, were able to do so by mounting a siege; the fortress even repulsed the indomitable Mahmud Ghazni in 1024.
It's now badly
ruined, enclosing no visible remnants of its pre-Muslim past, but is
still visited in large numbers by pilgrims, who come to pay their
respects at what must be one of the few shrines in the world devoted to
a tax inspector, the Dargah of Miran Sayeed Hussein Khangsawar. |
Lined by red-bearded
pir-zadas, perfumiers, gemstone sellers, amulet hawkers, beggars and
hashish-smoking dervishes, this old path can't have changed much since the days
of the Moghuls, when Jehangir used to ride up to it en route to a summer palace
he built in the hills southwest of the fort. Near the top, look out for a
limewashed boulder called the Adhar Silla, which Muslims believe the Rajputs
charmed and used to attack the fort in 1202. When one renowned holy man, Miran
Sahib, saw it falling through the air towards him, he is said to have shouted
"if thou art come from God fall on my head!". It didn't, but squashed his horse;
the khadims will show you marks believed to have been left by his finger and
stick. |
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