I was paying respect to Netaji in Tashkent - now I salute another great hero for all time - ' Baber ' - the founder of ' Moghul Empire ' in India . Baber , came to India in a time when our country truly required him and his leadership - This is because of the fact that - there were lots of turmoils going within our country , the feeling of to togetherness was not there and as if the time was also looking for a great leader who can put everything together.

           "Meri Awaaz hi pehchan hai" - I was murmuring the song while standing over the stone-made stair case and looking down to the vast area of the Museum - campus ! Whenever I visit some historical places and museums or palaces inevitably I start thinking of a rather foolish things ! I think as if I have seen these places before ! Standing on the ' Registan ' campus - immediately I thought " oh God  I have been here before - These open ' Angaans ' (stone-made space) . Those beautiful tombs - These beautiful places of the world - is very much known to me ! " I've played here , sang and danced here ...... and so on . Then I laughed on myself a bit ! My companion was looking at me and telling me " Anything wrong ? " I nodded my head and followed them .

            " Nothing will last ........nothing will stay .

                        Only thing remains

                                    I song for you on the way !"

            The number of tourist here are very less - in comparison to other monuments or Museum of the world. Asking the lady, she replied this is not the ' right ' time for the tourists to visit here. Sometimes there is so much rush that the local administration finds it very difficult to succumb the over mobbed situation.

            We first see the Al-bukhari Museum where there are graves of the great poet . It reminds me the same which I have seen in the Taj Mahal , itself . Entering into the museum I thought I have entered into the G.P.O. Building of my own city Kolkata . Structures are more or less same . We were standing at the middle the circular tomb goes tappering towards up - giving rather a feeling of Birla Planetarium or a G.P.O. I'm not going into the details of the intricate stone-work or the embroideries in the walls or the mosaic floors of the building but one salient feature which I noticed is there is quite a remarkable resemblance between the architectural work of these places and few places of our own country . Then it clicked in my mind ' A ha - the originator of the great Moghal Dynasty belonged to Samarkhand !' Babar - the Great Babar - were all over in Museum Buildings here . Both the lady and the man started telling me a number of stories of Babar or the ' Babre '  what the call him in local language .

            I asked them to keep quite as I was extracting the ' Silence ' of this huge Museum. They were a bit surprised I presume. But I was helpless. In any place where I visit - instead of the history or the stories of the place I want to touch the depth of the land with my own instrinets.  I see , I smell , I hear - I try to feel the every ' bit ' of it with my soul , in my own way of relating with the land. "History or the stories can be found in the books my dear ! " I replied them with smile - but it seems they were not convinced as the tourists want to know more and more about the place - and they found me rather opposite .

            I noticed the colour of the stones used to built the structures . Navi blue , yellocre and greyish white. Basically these three colours were prevalent and the tombs are quite tall as well. Though my guides were telling me that plenty of tourists visit these places - I had rather a different opinion about it that they I could feel these wonderful Heritages - are rather ignored or neglected in comparison to other historical places . Gradually I was dipping into the ' time ' when ' life ' was not like this . I was thrilled by the fact that where now we are sitting may be one time the Great Emperor has stalled for a moment .

            He had also looked upon the blue firmament as now we are looking at it .

            Stomach rebelled too much - all off a sudden - as it always does . Aha - where should I rest you ?? Asking them I came to know that this is an unanimous Hunger call ! We went to a small but a very cosy restaurant . People were looking at me quite strangely - I presume for my colour of skin ! A dark colour man with black hair and black eye-ball is a bit ' misfit ' in this part of the world ! and believe me I found nobody in that particular day - alike me in Samarkhand .

            After ages I took ' beef ' kabab there and the ' sashlik kebob ' were sumptuous with fluffy and quite a big piece of 'Nun'. Inside resistant we could see a large market where ' Nuns ' of different shape, size and colour were selling. I came to know from them it is quite cheap here and Zafar took few killos of it with him in his car carrier. I took a beer as well in the pub. Within the open space of the pub few peacocks and few birds were roaming and looking at us quite subtly - but not giving our presence too much of recognition though !

            “You know Mr. Shamik - your ' chapati ' is invented here first ! " Razikora looked at me and say with a very mysterious smile . " What ? " you mean the same chapati - I mean the roti we eat ?  "  I was quite surprised . " Yes Sir - It is mentioned in the famous book of  Al-Birunni - who wrote ‘Babarnama’ - and travelled with Babar to your country ! "