Monday 22 January 2024

Dhanushkodi Beach: Lord Ram destroy Ram Setu with arrows from his bow after evacuating Sita ji? Now Ghost Town The Last land of India.

Dhanushkodi means ‘Bow’s end’. The gently shaped shoreline here does indeed suggest a bow.

Very interesting to know that: this is native place of APJ Abdul Kalam former President of India.


His father was a boat owner and imam of a local Masjid, Who owned a ferry that, took Hindu pilgrims back and forth between Rameswaram and the now uninhabited Dhanushkodi.

Arichal Munai, the starting point of the Ram Setu is virtually the land’s end for India.


It is a place where the waters of Bay of Bengal and the Gulf of Mannar meet. Just 35 km away across the turbulent waters of Palk Strait is the Sri Lankan port town of Talaimannar.


Dhanushkodi Beach lies on the tip of the Rameswaram Island. In this beach, the Bay of Bengal and Gulf of Mannar Sea of Indian Ocean merge which is known as Arichal Munai in Tamil. Before 1964, Dhanushkodi was a busy, crowded city. The Dhanushkodi Beach attracted thousands of tourists each day.

Lord Ram demolish a part of Rama Setu himself

Before the battle between Shriram and Ravana, Ravana’s brother Vibhishan had surrendered to Shri Ram in Dhanushkodi town. After the war of Lanka ended, Prabhu Ramchandra crowned Vibhishan as the King of Lanka.


Vibhishan, the King of Lanka said to Prabhu Ramchandra that brave and valiant kings from India would always use Rama-setu to attack Sri Lanka and Sri Lanka would lose her independence; requesting Shriram to destroy the setu.


Prabhu Ramchandra bestowed His grace on His devotee, shot an arrow and the bridge was submerged 2-3 feet below water level. Even today, if anyone stands on this bridge, he finds water upto his waist level.


The name of the place became ‘Dhanushkodi’, meaning ‘end of bow’.

As per mythology, Dhanushkodi was the spot where Lord Rama and his army built Ram Setu, otherwise known as Adam’s Bridge across the sea connecting Rameshwaram Island (Tamil Nadu) and Mannar Island (Sri Lanka), to rescue his wife Sita from the clutches of the demon king Ravana.


After rescuing his wife, Lord Ram destroyed the bridge with arrows from his bow, on request of Vibhishan (new Lanka King), thus the name of the town became ‘Dhanushkodi’, meaning ‘end of bow’.

It is also said that Rama marked this spot for Setu with one end of his famous bow. Bath in holy Sethu at the junction of the two seas normally precedes the pilgrimage to Rameswaram. A series of rocks and islets found in a line are shown as remnants of the ancient Setu also called as Rama’s Bridge.


Haunting Story of Dhanushkodi: When Train No.653, Pamban-Dhanushkodi Passenger was washed away by Tsunami on Night of 1964 December 22.


It all started when a super cyclone with a wind velocity of 270 km/hr hit Dhanushkodi on the night of 22nd December 1964. The tidal waves are said to have gone up to 20 feet.

While entering Dhanushkodi railway station, train No.653, Pamban-Dhanushkodi Passenger, a daily regular service which left Pamban with 110 passengers and 5 railway staff, was only few hundred yards before Dhanushkodi Railway station when it was hit by a massive tidal wave.

The entire train was washed away killing all 115 on board. A few meters ahead of Dhanushkodi, the signal failed. With pitch darkness around and no indication of the signal being restored, the driver blew a long whistle and decided to take the risk.

Minutes later, a huge tidal wave submerged all the six coaches in deep water. The tragedy that left no survivors also destroyed the Pamban Bridge, which connected the mainland of India to Rameshwaram Island. The bridge has now been rebuilt.

Wahed away Rail track during  Tusami on 22 December 1964

Information has been received that a portion of the engine is visible six inches above water. With communication virtually cut off, the impact of the cyclone could reach Chennai only after several hours.


There was no Internet connection and the Pamban Bridge was the only way to reach Dhanushkodi other than waterways.


As a result, the little town which was once a tourist spot with several pilgrims and fishermen, was reduced to ruins.

Before the cyclone hit Dhanushkodi, it had a railway station and jetty service to transport travelers to Talaimannar in Sri Lanka. It was a busy port town with a working post office, a temple visited regularly by devotees and a church attended by locals and visitors alike. The cyclone devastated Dhanushkodi causing irreparable loss to life and property.

Pamban Bridge

Pamban Bridge was also washed away by the high tidal waves in this disaster. Eyewitness accounts recollected of how the surging waters stopped just short of the main temple at Rameshwaram where hundreds of people had taken refuge from the fury of the storm.

Following this disaster, the Government of Madras declared the town as Ghost town and unfit for living after the storm. Only few fisherfolks now live there.

The route, which once linked India and Sri Lanka on the ‘Boat Mail,’ was never restored, though the remains of the cyclone still stand muted at Dhanushkodi, reminding one of the scale of the destruction wrought by nature that day.

Today, with no place to stay in Dhanoskodi bus loads of tourist make a day trip to the former flourishing international port town every day during the tourist session.

How to reach: My Travelogue to Dhanushkodi Beach

There are no direct transport services to Dhanushkodi. You can reach there by bus or cab from Rameshwaram, the nearest town.


The nearest railway station is Rameshwaram. Being a major town, Rameshwaram sees trains coming in from nearly every corner of Tamil Nadu and even far off places. The station is about 18 km away and getting a ride is very easy.


I hired a Taxi for Dhanusukodi beach from Rameshram @ Rs 1500/.

Journey started, the roads became quite spooky, and my heart started pounding faster when Taxi moved to secluded area leaving the town behind.


running just parallel to road.As we drove nearer to Dhanusukodi, this lining of Bay of Bengal was coming closer and closer to road.It was life time ride,I was seeing Indian Ocean on other side of… the road was in between two seas.

Our jeep was running rouh and jerky on a land mix with the mud, sand and water.We reached Dhanushkodi old town after one hour travelling.


It’s breathtakingly beautiful to see Bay of Bengal on left and Indian Ocean on right.

What a fun adventurous ride that was, although the water is shallow but still you feel the thrill of going inside the sea, the boats on the left  and lot of seagulls flying.

During the bumpy ride, Taxi driver pointed us at the remains of the rail tracks covered with sand, and those of the school, the hospital and office buildings. He also shows us the village that includes some 50 households staying in makeshift thatched houses.

They say that Bay of Bengal is male in Dhanushkodi and female in Rameswaram, where it embraces Indian Ocean, after devastating seven-km sand strip separating them.

Roaming on Dhansukodi Beach

We roamed around in the village and found some of the fishermen with their boats collecting their catch for the day. We also saw a few women washing clothes near a well and wonder where they get their water from. There seem to be a few wells that have salty water that people use for washing clothes and utensils.

Before the 1964 cyclone, Dhanushkodi was a flourishing tourist and pilgrimage town

Since Ceylon (Now Sri Lanka) is just 19 miles (31 km) away, there were many ferry services between Dhanushkodi and Talaimannar of Ceylon, transporting travelers and goods across the sea. There were hotels, textile shops and dharmshalas catering to these pilgrims and travelers.


At the “land’s end” terminus of the peninsula to the southeast of Dhanushkodi begins the chain of rocks and islets known as Rama’s Bridge. These lead approximately 19 miles across the Paik Strait to Mannar Island on the northwestern tip of Sri Lanka.

I found there a last Mobile Tower of BSNL, which was getting good signals, by which I was connected with my people.

At Dhanushkodi one can see the deep and rough waters of Indian Ocean meeting the shallow and calm waters of Bay of Bengal. Since the sea is shallow here, one can walk into Bay of Bengal and witness the colorful corals, fishes, seaweeds, star fishes and sea cucumber etc.


Entering the ghost town, I was caught in a time warp.

Exploring the ruins along the desolate coastline, I found a roofless, battered edifice, which looked like it must have once been a church. Inside, a pedestal, which could have been the altar, stood intact. A sense of peace overwhelmed me as I stood inside, gazing at the unscathed altar.


I could imagine the pews packed with a choral-singing congregation and the church resonating with prayers and the pastor preaching sermons during a Sunday morning mass.

Moving on I found that the sand had gobbled up everything in the course of time except for the crumbling walls of a few scattered buildings with exposed bricks that stand as mute witness to the terrible tragedy in which a storm washed away this hamlet.

I came across the four-pillared structure of a water tank and stumbled upon the Dhanushkodi railway station, a solid stone structure that is a sad reminder of the ferocity of the storm and the havoc created by the raging sea.

Further to the tank are some ruins of the quarters for railwaymen. In some places the meter gauge tracks were discernible half-hidden under the sand. These were the rails that carried the Boat Mail to Dhanushkodi.

There is a big building that was once a school, two-thirds of the insides strangely covered with mounds of sand. It would have housed school kids once, most of who were probably washed away that fateful day in the storm.


Strolling among the ruins, I could not believe that the now abandoned village was once a bustling center for travel and trade, connecting India and Sri Lanka with a railway and ferry service.

I just walked on the beach, went little inside the water, to the end of the peninsula where the Bay of Bengal and the Indian Ocean meet. I could gaze upon Adam’s Bridge, the chain of reefs, sandbanks and the islets that almost connect Sri Lanka with India. There was no turbulence, only peaceful blue Bay of Bengal.


The winds were so soothing, full of moisture, when it touches; I felt I was never touched by something so pure. The water was clean, the sand was cleaner. 

It was absolutely wonderful! Seeing two oceans meet is a heart-warming sight and the feeling. Water from two oceans was brushing under our feet … amazing. I had been dying to see this place.This point of this tour just made my entire trip-- A golden memory.

If you have the ears to listen the silence too. You may hear the sounds of cries, the recitements of the prayers in the remnants of the Catholic Church, the noises from the broken pieces of busy railway station and the port office. 

Aise veerane mein ek din

Ghut ke mar jayenge hum

Jitna ji chaahe pukaro

Phir nahin aayenge hum.

The End

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Thursday 18 January 2024

मैंने कहा वो प्यार के रिश्ते नहीं रहे, कहने लगी के तुम भी तो वैसे नहीं रहे(Hasan Abbas Raza)



मैंने कहा वो प्यार के रिश्ते नहीं रहे

मैंने कहा वो प्यार के रिश्ते नहीं रहे,

कहने लगी के तुम भी तो वैसे नहीं रहे,

पूछा कहां गए मेरे यारां--खुश-ख्याल,

कहने लगी के वो भी तुम्हारे नहीं रहे,


पूछा घरों में खिड़किया क्यूँ ख़त्म हो गईं,

बोली कि अब वो झांकने वाले नहीं रहे !

अगला सवाल था कि मेरी नींद क्या हुई,

बोली तुम्हारी ऑंख में सपने नहीं रहे !

जाओ आज तक दिया नहीं तुम ने मुझे फरेब,

पर ये भी सच है तुम कभी मेरे नहीं रहे,

बोली कुरेदते हो तुम उस ढेर को जहां,

बस रख रह गयी है शरारे नहीं रहे,

पूछा तुम्हें कभी नहीं आया मेरा ख्याल,

क्या तुम को याद, यार पुराने नहीं रहे,

कहने लगी मैं ढूंढती तेरा पता मगर,

जिन पर निशान लगे थे वो नक़्शे नहीं रहे,

तेरे बग़ैर शहर--सुख़न संग हो गया,

हौंथों पे अब वो रेशमी लहजे नहीं रहे,

जिन से उतर के आती दबे पांव तेरी याद,

ख्वाबों में भी वो कासनी ज़ीने नहीं रहे,

हमने कहा जो हो सके करना हमें मुआफ़,

तुम जैसा चाहती थी हम वैसे नहीं रहे,

अब ये तेरी रज़ा है के जो चाहे सो करे,

वरना किसी को क्या कहते हम अपने नहीं रहे.!!


Maine Kaha Wo Pyar Ke Rishte Nahi Rahe

Maine Kaha Wo Pyar Ke Rishte Nahi Rahe,

Kahne Lagi Ke Tum Bhi To Waise Nahi Rahe,

Puchha Kahaan Gaye Mere Yaaraan-e-khush-khyaal,

Kahne Lagi Ke Wo Bhi Tumhare Nahi Rahe,

Go Aaj Tak Diya Nahi Tum Ne Mujhe Fareb,

Par Ye Bhi Sach Hai Tum Kabhi Mere Nahi Rahe,

Boli Kuredte Ho Tum Us Dhher Ko Jahaan,

Bas Raakh Rah Gayi Hai Sharaare Nahi Rahe,

Puchha Tumhein Kabhi Nahi Aaya Mera Khyaal,

Kya Tum Ko Yaad, Yaar Puraane Nahi Rahe,

Kahne Lagi Main Dhundhti Tera Pata Magar,

Jin Par Nishaan Lage The Wo Naqshe Nahi Rahe,

Tere Baghair Shahr-e-sukhan Sang Ho Gaya,

Honthon Pe Ab Wo Reshmi Lahje Nahi Rahe,

Jin Se Utar Ke Aati Dabe Paanw Teri Yaad,

Khwabon Mein Bhi Wo Kaasni Zeene Nahi Rahe,

Hum Ne Kaha Jo Ho Sake Karna Humein Muaaf,

Tum Jaisa Chahti Thi Hum Waise Nahi Rahe,

Ab Ye Teri Raza Hai ke Jo Chaahe So Kare,

Warna Kisi Ke Kya Ke Hum Apne Nahi Rahe.!!


میں نے کہا وہ پیار کے رشتے نہیں رہے

میں نے کہا وہ پیار کے رشتے نہیں رہے

کہنے لگی کہ تم بھی تو ویسے نہیں رہے

پوچھا گھروں میں کھڑکیاں کیوں ختم ہو گئیں ؟

بولی کہ اب وہ جھانکنے والے نہیں رہے

پوچھا کہاں گئے مرے یارانِ خوش خصال

کہنے لگی کہ وہ بھی تمہارے نہیں رہے

اگلا سوال تھا کہ مری نیند کیا ہوئی؟

بولی تمہاری آنکھ میں سپنے نہیں رہے

پوچھا کرو گی کیا جو اگر میں نہیں رہا؟

بولی یہاں تو تم سے بھی اچھے، نہیں رہے

آخر وہ پھٹ پڑی کہ سنو اب مرے سوال

کیا سچ نہیں کہ تم بھی کسی کے نہیں رہے

گو آج تک دیا نہیں تم نے مجھے فریب

پر یہ بھی سچ ہے تم کبھی میرے نہیں رہے

اب مدتوں کے بعد یہ آئے ہو دیکھنے

کتنے چراغ ہیں ابھی، کتنے نہیں رہے !

میں نے کہا مجھے تری یادیں عزیز تھیں

ان کے سوا کبھی کہیں الجھے نہیں رہے

کیا یہ بہت نہیں کہ تری یاد کے چراغ

اتنے جلے کہ مجھ میں اندھیرے نہیں رہے

کہنے لگی تسلّیاں کیوں دے رہے ہو تم

کیا اب تمہاری جیب میں وعدے نہیں رہے

بہلا نہ پائیں گے یہ کھلونے حروف کے

تم جانتے ہو ہم کوئی بچے نہیں رہے

بولی کریدتے ہو تم اُس ڈھیر کو جہاں

بس راکھ رہ گئی ہے، شرارے نہیں رہے

پوچھا تمہیں کبھی نہیں آیا مرا خیال؟

کیا تم کو یاد، یار پرانے نہیں رہے

کہنے لگی میں ڈھونڈتی تیرا پتہ، مگر

جن پر نشاں لگے تھے، وہ نقشے نہیں رہے

بولی کہ سارا شہرِ سخن سنگ ہو گیا

ہونٹوں پہ اب وہ ریشمی لہجے نہیں رہے

جن سے اتر کے آتی دبے پاؤں تیری یاد

خوابوں میں بھی وہ کاسنی زینے نہیں رہے

میں نے کہا، جو ہو سکے، کرنا ہمیں معاف

تم جیسا چاہتی تھیں، ہم ایسے نہیں رہے

ہم عشق کے گدا، ترے در تک تو آ گئے

لیکن ہمارے ہاتھ میں کاسے نہیں رہے

اب یہ تری رضاؔ ہے، کہ جو چاہے، سو، کرے

ورنہ کسی کے کیا، کہ ہم اپنے نہیں رہے


The End