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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.



Saturday, December 8, 2012

Mathura ke pethe..


Just once awhile I get the chance to travel places, and I try to make sure there's always something new I learn, something I bring back.. hardly ever something palpable!
Mathura lied en route a recent trip. It isn't a very attractive tourist spot, but there was something about that part that caught my attention..
the Idgah mosque next to the Krishna Janma-bhoomi mandir- the latter is what Mathura is renowned for, the place where our beloved maakhan-chor was born..

not that scenic..

Mathura, no matter how important a place it may be in Hindu religious history, is still one of the many dishearteningly unkempt places in Uttar Pradesh. Brushed up roads and ad-hoc shops alongside, with little children tagging along, trying to make some sales of beads and idols- the place is torn between classic India and frequent visits from firangs. I believe ISKCON has to be thanked for its contribution in the form of a growing number of devotees, both at home and abroad. Outside the area of the janma-bhoomi, the lofty buildings still carry remnants from the times of the kings- intricately carved windows and balconies with stone jaali, red sandstone walls with domed tops and what not.. it seems insignificant, but we may (and would) never find out the stories of the people who once inhabited these..

But moving towards the main area, shops and vendors cover up the street sides to an extent that one wouldn't imagine that at some point in history, this formed an important trade center, and a proud Yadava king might have taken his colorfully ornate tableau along that very street, with trumpets and drums announcing him, and his subjects bowing courteously at the sight of the Majesty.. *long thought*
another antiquity is a grand lake with elaborate steps on four sides- which must have formed the city center at some time. It was surprising to see that people hardly cared about the lake. It just sat there and spoke of history. I couldn't take a pic of it, the camera had to be left up in the bus. There were drain pipes at some depth down, wonder what time they belong to.. should've photographed it.

Inside the temple, the scene has lost its sanctity in most part, for people who visit look more like, and are, tourists. An incredible part was some old ladies sitting around a khol being played and singing devotional songs.. the strength and effectiveness of untrained vocals! One finds an ill-beseeming number of daan petis (donation/offering boxes) placed strategically around the temple. The main temple complex is admittedly very beautifully and grandly kept. And as has been the Hindu way of holy places, a large number of other gods find their shrines and associated daan petis around the temple. A falsely crafted gufa charges a mere 3 Rupees for a person to explore scenes from Krishna's childhood. Then there's always the quaintly co-existing and separated-by-barbed-wires mosque nearby.

Mathura ke pethe are undeniably the best (and something palpable to bring back) :) 

I bet there's a lot I have missed- the banks of the river Yamuna, Vrindavan and Gokul, the stories that still find themselves scattered in the little villages.. but that's another trip!