The ruin that wasn’t
Coming to this city with a soul purpose of discovering culture and heritage is mostly the aim. The peaceful Buddha and his saffron and yellow tapestry is treat for the lost eyes. But Ayutthaya offers more, much more. You can see history unfolding here. The ruins build in this area with a fragile matter of sand are stronger with the heavy metal of prosperity. Prosperity that was once the crown establishment of the city.
A glimpse of the richness and ripeness of the life flourishing here, the goodwill in air can still be sensed. It wasn’t long back. Within this millennia and a few centuries rewind is what it takes to see the city basking in the everlasting success of the people and the court. The city being the connecting point of east to the west and loaded with saturation from rivers from three sides we observe a city towering and singing with its dwellers benefiting travelers and visitors alike. The courtroom which is now nothing but a garden with weeds growing in the middle was once a hall of more than few fine gentlemen from across the globe.
The road that lay tattered and in ruins with the dust was the transport hub for the carriers of richer and the richest. You would have to believe in the fact that the sanctity you find in the ruins of Buddha I present was exponentially driven in the past with homage being paid to him with halcyon days offered in most kindred spirit.
The lake sitting so quietly in the middle was the mirror of fire and exhaust that kept the city alive in the most darkening hours. The city that was a center of commerce and trade for more than three quarters of the world. This is evident in the designs being influential from art and culture around that time from places as far as France and as near as Burma.
But as the history was written this glory not everlasting. The ruins and sand structures we observe today are nothing but a myth to what this city represented. The Burmese army after a series of failed attempts finally succeeded in overpowering the glorious city and laid everything to ruins. The structures were taken down, the symbols were destroyed and hopes were crushed. Displaced residents were not too happy but they would still if alive do anything to live in the city that once was.
All one can find now is the solace in the exemplary story that is told by the ever glowing buildings of the area. So much to offer and so much to take, perhaps this is the reason UNESCO so aptly named this as the world heritage site. Suggestion is to go and see the whole story being unfolded in front of yourself with a tour guide in Ayutthaya.