By the holy ghats
Shefali Tripathi Mehta, Jan 19, 2014:
Travel story (to read the newspaper story, click here)
BENARAS at Dawn. Photo Credit: Shibani Mehta
My favourite mythological tale as a
child was one about the river Narmada which flows through my native state of
Madhya Pradesh. The story told of the holy Ganga that once a year, dressed in
dark robes and covering her face, comes to bathe in the Narmada. So sullied she
is by the sins that people wash into her, she needs to cleanse herself. And
indeed, when you see the Ganga in Kashi, you will want to ask why the one so
revered is shown such disrespect that it flows so murky. For all the prayers,
the ethereal aartis, the lovely leaf-bowl diyas that float on it morning and
evenings carrying our mortal wishes, we seem to have done little to keep the
holy waters clean. I asked Kallu, the mallah, our boatman who rowed us up and
down the eighty ghats morning and evening and he was appalled. “Who can clean Ganga
maiyya? She is the one that cleanses,” he almost chided me.
I was visiting my ancestral home after
two decades. The family that went with me and the one that lived there then have
since moved on and it was the time to forge new bonds on my own terms, for my lifetime.
It was a journey back to the city where the roots lay, a homecoming of sorts.
Cousin Mahesh who lives in same house
where six generations have lived, was full of fascinating stories. Did I know
that the Ganga that flows north to south from the Himalayas into the plains
actually flows south to north in Kashi? How is that for the phrase, ‘ulti Ganga
behna’, to go contrary to the flow? Did I know that the Ganga is restrained on
Shiva’s kamandal, His trident here? That He controlled her fury thus? Such tales
abound in this the oldest inhabited, surviving city of the world, one that has
a documented history of over 3, 500 years.
The famed Kashi Vishwanath Temple, the abode of the Lord of the Universe, was visited at night to avoid the long queues – on an average, 3,000 faithful visit the temple each day. The narrow street leading up to it is lined with wondrous wares – Benarsi saris, the famous wooden toys and idols of gods and goddesses, quaint charms and trinkets. The temple is under heavy security and mobiles, cameras, bags are banned. Most shopkeepers in the gali will gladly lend a ‘locker’ for these and keep your footwear for a token charge. There is no grand entrance, no spectacular view of the gold spires and the dome, quite unexpectedly one is at the garbh griha, a silver plinth that enshrines the Shivling, one of the 12 holiest jyotirlings. Inside too there is no opulence, just an overwhelming sense of piety.
Coming out of the sanctum sanctorum on the other side, one comes face to face with the imposing Gyanvyapi mosque. High spike shafts and wire mesh separate the two. The heavy military guard is disconcerting and not a great advertisement for our religious tolerance. Between the temple and the mosque, lies the Gyanvyapi well, the well of knowledge into which the main priest of the temple had apparently jumped with the Shivling to save it when the temple was invaded and razed by Emperor Aurangzeb. The temple was rebuilt a hundred years later, in 1780 by Ahilya Bai Holkar next to the mosque which is believed to be the site of the original temple. The other famous temple next door is that of the goddess of Kashi, the consort of Shiva, Devi Annapoorna, the provider of anna, food.
The famed Kashi Vishwanath Temple, the abode of the Lord of the Universe, was visited at night to avoid the long queues – on an average, 3,000 faithful visit the temple each day. The narrow street leading up to it is lined with wondrous wares – Benarsi saris, the famous wooden toys and idols of gods and goddesses, quaint charms and trinkets. The temple is under heavy security and mobiles, cameras, bags are banned. Most shopkeepers in the gali will gladly lend a ‘locker’ for these and keep your footwear for a token charge. There is no grand entrance, no spectacular view of the gold spires and the dome, quite unexpectedly one is at the garbh griha, a silver plinth that enshrines the Shivling, one of the 12 holiest jyotirlings. Inside too there is no opulence, just an overwhelming sense of piety.
Coming out of the sanctum sanctorum on the other side, one comes face to face with the imposing Gyanvyapi mosque. High spike shafts and wire mesh separate the two. The heavy military guard is disconcerting and not a great advertisement for our religious tolerance. Between the temple and the mosque, lies the Gyanvyapi well, the well of knowledge into which the main priest of the temple had apparently jumped with the Shivling to save it when the temple was invaded and razed by Emperor Aurangzeb. The temple was rebuilt a hundred years later, in 1780 by Ahilya Bai Holkar next to the mosque which is believed to be the site of the original temple. The other famous temple next door is that of the goddess of Kashi, the consort of Shiva, Devi Annapoorna, the provider of anna, food.
There is as much history as spirituality
all around – the Tulsi Manas, the Durga and the Sankat Mochan are the other
famous temples. The Banaras Hindu University has a new Vishwanath temple within
its premises as also the Bharat Kala Bhawan, an art and archaeological museum,
which has one of the greatest collections of miniature paintings besides
textiles, costumes, art, literary and archival material. The Bharat Mata Mandir,
dedicated to Mother India showcases a unique marble map of undivided India, its
mountains and plateaus in relief.
Sarnath, where the Buddha preached his
first sermon is ten kilometres by road from Benaras. The magnificent lion
capital of Ashoka, our national emblem can be seen at the Sarnath Museum among
other remarkable sculptures. Ramnagar Palace Fort, a magnificent sandstone edifice,
the residence of the Kashi Naresh, the former Maharaja of Varanasi across the
Ganga has a museum that offers a wonderful glimpse of the royal collection –
armoury, costumes, jewellery, cars and palanquins. Rare manuscripts on display
include one handwritten by Tulsidas.
The Ganga Aarti on the ghats at dusk. Photo credit: Shibani Mehta
However, the most surreal experience in
Benaras is that of gliding in a boat on the Ganga early morning as the sun
rises in the East and the city waiting in anticipation, prayer on its lips, pays
obeisance, palms folded, heads bowed, lighting diyas, offering flowers while hundreds
of temple bells resonate the faith believers bring in their hearts. Equally
therapeutic are the evening aartis on the ghats that have become very elaborate
and illustrative. Devotees and tourists from all parts of the world come in
early to get a good perch to watch this spectacle best viewed from boats that
line up facing the ghats.
Friends and relatives texted, called,
almost badgered me to and were offended that I did not tuck into the famous
street food of Benaras – besides chaat, kachori-aloo, jalebi, lassi, there is
the maliyyo, a frothy dessert, not to forget the Benarsi paan. But the
gastronomic journey, the touristy things were forgone for another day. This visit
was to soak in the inescapable quiet that reaches one through what should
surely be the din of living, breathing, praying sea of humanity that converges into
Benaras each day but the silence the soul seeks does not require seclusion.
Faced with the burning piers on one side and a rising sun on the other, the awareness of life’s unending comings and goings, of ends in beginnings and beginnings in ends becomes assuredly plain. All one needs to do is to let go and expect to be carried into the river of faith – soothed, healed, delivered.
Faced with the burning piers on one side and a rising sun on the other, the awareness of life’s unending comings and goings, of ends in beginnings and beginnings in ends becomes assuredly plain. All one needs to do is to let go and expect to be carried into the river of faith – soothed, healed, delivered.
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