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🕉️ Chandramouleshwara Temple, Unkal: A Chalukyan Legacy Carved by Jakanacharya

In the heart of Hubballi, nestled beside the serene waters of Unkal Lake, stands a monument that whispers stories from the 11th century—the Chandramouleshwara Temple. Built during the reign of the Western Chalukyas, this temple is not just a place of worship—it’s a living sculpture, believed to be crafted by none other than Amara Shilpi Jakanacharya, Karnataka’s legendary sculptor.

🛕 A Temple of Four Faces and Infinite Meaning

At the center of the temple lies a rare and sacred marvel—the Chaturmukha Shiva Linga, a four-faced representation of Lord Shiva. Each face gazes in a cardinal direction, symbolizing:

This unique linga is a testament to both spiritual philosophy and sculptural precision.

🏛️ Architectural Brilliance

Crafted in black schist stone, the temple follows the sandhara plan—a square layout with entrances on all four sides. Its features include:

  • Intricately carved pillars and doorframes
  • Sculptures of deities, floral motifs, and geometric patterns
  • A layout that invites light and air from every direction, symbolizing openness and equality

Local lore says the temple was built overnight, a divine feat attributed to Jakanacharya’s unmatched skill and devotion.

🪔 Jakanacharya’s Signature

The belief that Jakanacharya sculpted this temple adds emotional depth to its legacy. Known for his ability to breathe life into stone, his touch is felt in:

  • The symmetry of the Chaturmukha Linga
  • The fluidity of carvings, where even stone seems to bend in prayer
  • The spiritual geometry that aligns architecture with cosmic principles

🛤️ How to Reach

  • Located near Unkal Circle, Hubballi
  • Just 5 km from Hubballi Railway Station
  • Easily accessible by auto, cab, or local bus
  • Near to Unkal Lake, ideal for a peaceful walk after darshan

🛎️ Preservation and Pride

Though recognized by the Archaeological Survey of India, the temple needs more care. Weathered carvings and fading details call for restoration—not just of stone, but of memory and pride.

🌿 Final Reflections

For those who seek spiritual depth, architectural wonder, and cultural pride, Chandramouleshwara Temple is a quiet beacon. It reminds us that faith and art, when carved with devotion, can echo across centuries.

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