Life will end, but not the gallop |
Rau mein hai rakhsh-e-umr kahan dekhiye thame
Nai haath bag par hai na pa hai rakaab mein
(Ghalib)
The steed of life is in full gallop - who can tell where it might stop? My hands are off the reins, my feet are not in the stirrups.
This verse captures the restless spirit of existence, the truth that life itself is a wild ride no man can master. From the dawn of civilisation, the galloping horse has symbolised courage, power and the ceaseless motion of time. Through myth and history, great steeds have carried their riders across the landscapes of destiny - Rustam's Rakhsh, Alexander's Bucephalus, Jalaluddin's nameless horse and Ranjit Singh's Laili. Each belonged to a different age, yet all were bound by the same rhythm: the crescendo of the gallop.
History forgets faces but remembers the sound of hooves. The gallop of a faithful horse carries more than a warrior; it carries the echo of courage, the breath of loyalty and the pulse of time. Kings and heroes vanish into the dust of history, but their steeds continue to race through legend. It seems that life will end, but not the gallop.
The story begins when the world was young and empires were written in marble and........