Sunday, June 15, 2014

a windy night

A night made so clearly for strolling.. With a dazzling moon in the skies, blasting its light as if that was the instrument with which it has dispelled all clouds to keep at bay. Seeing that none of them dare to venture close, the wind, after days of inactivity, is up for some mischief- edging them ever so little.

It is a night made so clearly for talking to no end; overheard only by those clouds above, and without a care that they might laugh, or spill with the rains the contents of your heart.

[13th June] 

Friday, October 11, 2013

rains


How to put it?
The clouds vent their frustration of days and it rains with a mad and almost terrifying frenzy.
Or do I call it a Konkani downpour?
These clouds finally drop all pretence of dignity and dance like a kid as they make it rain in leaps and bounds, as they hear the rains pattering on rooftops, trees and a jolly earth, lashing on them with a violent passion of their own make..

Oh to write.. to write..

11 Oct.





such red!


It must be one of those birds gliding up above who broke apart the clouds and diffused such mellow red in the skies, painting earnestly with their outstretched wings as they watch over a forgetful people..

09 Oct.


a setting sun


Clouds devour a very crimson sun at a distance,
cutting onto it one moment, giving it rings another..
and with a muffled plup! it drowns..

03 Oct.


Thursday, May 9, 2013

the Banarasi babu..



"Banaras is older than history, older than tradition, older even than legend, and looks twice as old as all of them put together"
-Mark Twain

In Banaras, you're probably likely to see men with shaved heads and a pony more often than in any other city; more likely to hear the reverberance of a temple bell ever so often, and more likely to find a shop selling religious artefacts at almost every corner.

Although quite forgotten in the new world, Banaras still boasts of deepest roots- of a civilization that prospered along the banks of the holy Ganga, of being the oldest settlement in India. With most of its narrow ancient streets climbing only to later slope down to the Ganga, Banaras is a story completely different from the other ancient cities. Much like Mathura, parts of the city display memoirs of impressive craftsmanship on its ageing buildings which you start to notice when you are travelling in a rickety auto. The true colours of a city are really seen on its streets. The city remains in much mediocrity and neglect, with haphazardly hanging electric wires ruining most street corners, broken roads, and the increasingly popular need to 'westernise'. Large parts of it seem to be in a limbo, indecisive on whether to worship its gods or sell their idols. Not surprisingly, the city wakes up and gets buzzing quite early for Sunday standards. Deciding which of over 20000 temples to visit must be a tough early morning decision! It is probably unfortunate that most of what one sees in Banaras now is what Ghauri* decided was unimportant in his plundering feat.

The Kaashi Vishwanath Temple has been an attraction for devotees from all across the country for so many centuries that the labyrinth of narrow streets surrounding it would only surprise you a little. There are shops, hundreds of them, selling the same items in every street, with the price decided by the distance from the temple (and hence 'the degree of holiness'). All of these streets, and the shops alongside, seem to have a random slope upwards and downwards, and definitely make the walk to the temple an effort for some. Kashi Vishwanath also has a disappointing 'official' website that has features like Live Darshan, Online Donation and e-Pooja!

The Banaras Hindu University is one of the proudest possessions of this city. The land donated by Kashi Naresh has now evolved into one of the largest universities in Asia itself. But it is not as much the size of the campus that inspires awe as the immaculate naturalness with which a horde of flora and fauna houses itself there. It also has a Vishwanath Temple, located in the centre of the campus with a spread complex for seven temples, a trip to which in the morning is impressive enough, but costly if you choose to eat at one of the restaurants just outside it (pretty reminiscent of south Indian temple complexes, except for the cost thing.. sometimes!).

The ghats of the river Ganga are given names, some very grand, others much local. These are the places where evening prayers are offered. A visit during the Navrata period at dusk would give you captivating glimpses of the strength of devotion- with hundreds of people chanting in union, priests holding elaborate large oil lamps, a lifelong tradition reflected in the black waters of the river. There are even brightly illuminated processions on boats at the same time. To just sit on the stony steps and watch all of this is one overwhelming experience. And to not have a camera to store proofs is one overplus of genius!

In the evenings, on one of these ghats you're very likely to find an old babu along with this little grandchild, just sitting on the steps talking to others, retelling some old story, or letting on the evening activities of the ghats to a visitor while the little one plays around aimlessly. He, and those boatmen across must have seen so many sunsets over the river, so many celebrations on these banks, so many forms of the mighty river from so many other ghats.. he must also have been a fan of the famous Banarasi paan some time.. :)


It would take a lot more time to get to know this city. From the busy market that has sprung around the Kashi Vishwanath temple, to the stony banks of the sacred even if unbelievably polluted river; from its repute as the textile and fabrics land, to the evening prayers of the masses, Banaras takes on various colours along every direction.
Banaras has survived through time.. the city of temples must even be favoured by the gods.

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*Sultan Muhammad Ghauri was a ruler of Ghurid dynasty, who invaded large parts of what is now Northern India. One of his men, Qutubuddin Aibak was the first sultan of Delhi.