In the ancient city of Angkor near modern day Siem Reap in Cambodia, King Jayavarman VII built a temple of great beauty and splendour and dedicated it to his beloved mother. The great builder king was a Mahayana Buddhist, unlike his Hindu predecessors and showed great filial piety and compassion. He built roads, hospitals and rest houses for his subjects and pilgrims visiting the magnificent temples of great Angkor city, the largest in the world at that time.
As we walked beneath the huge east entrance tower crowned by stone sculptures of four serene faces of Buddha each aligned to a cardinal direction, I was gripped by the feeling of mystique, wonder and awe. The path that leads to the ruins of the temple was shaded by trees that form part of the jungle that swallowed it. It was cool but humidity was high in this tropical climate. We crossed a bare and humble causeway, wasted away by erosion and interfering trees. The moat on both sides of the causeway has almost dried up.
Entering through a second broken stone gateway, there was yet another
causeway before reaching the grand entrance of the wall enclosure of the temple proper.
Vow and behold this jungle AND temple ! Nearly 900 years old, crumpled and mangled with trees that strangled and robbed it off its past splendour following the abandonment of Angkor. French restorers collaborating with UNESCO and support from the Cambodian King and Government are now working towards recovering the city’s past grandeur. However, Ta Prohm was deliberately left in a ‘natural state’ of encroachment by the jungle except for some clearing of pathways for visitors and structural strengthening to prevent further deterioration and ensure stability of the building structures.
This temple was of commendable size, though not quite as immense as Angkor Wat, the icon of all temple complexes in Angkor. Sanskrit inscriptions on stone showed that 79,365 people including priests and dancers were needed to maintain the entire Ta Prohm in its heyday !
We went through entrances and openings and met walls of fallen stone blocks and wonderful sculptures of gods and demons and apsaras, the celestial dancers for the pleasures of the gods. The fine lines of some carvings on surviving
walls and pillars still stood the test of time and resilience against the destructive forces of nature.
Few structures were undamaged by the strangulating trees of fig, silk cotton and banyan. Most shared the entwining fate of existence with these trees. Over time, seeds germinate on roof tops and their far and deep searching roots crawl over the buildings to reach the earth below. The buildings crumple under the weight of the growing trees while at the same time, the sprawling roots held up the damaged walls and pillars lending them lateral and vertical support.
Without a tour guide, it would have been confusing to manoeuvre through the maze of surviving shrines, building structures intertwined with trees and crumbled stone blocks which were once part of a magnificent temple complex set in labyrinth style layout. It was really all too amazing to savour in just one trip. A return visit is certainly a must for more discoveries of its past glories, mysteries and unfortunate events that have befallen onto it. |