Bhingar

Bhingar Marathi: भिंगार, also known as Bhingar Camp is a census town in Ahmednagar district in the state of Maharashtra, India.

Legend behind name

There is a legend that Bhrigu rishi did tapsya here on a hillock where a temple is erected in his honour.The name Bhingar is derived from the sage.This temple is situated at the centre of the city.

Demographics

As of 2001 India census, Bhingar had a population of 7620. Males constituted 51% of the population and females 49%. Bhingar had an average literacy rate of 73% at that time, higher than the national average of 59.5%; with a male literacy of 79% and a female literacy of 66%. About 13% of the population was under 6 years of age.

Notable residents

  • Anna Hazare Right to Information Act (RTI) Activist.

    • Hazare spent the first six years of his life in Lohar Galli, Bhingar.

    History

    Aurangzeb, the last Mughal emperor, died at Bhingar in 1707. The place is known as Aalamgeer and a small monument marks the site. His tomb is situated at Khuldabad near Aurangabad. There is a very famous and very old temple of Lord Shiva called Shukleshwar Temple in Bhingar.

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