Sunday, Oct 5, 2008. Varanasi
As an ancient Holy City, Varanasi (formerly called Benares) is devoted to the Hindu god, Lord Shiva.
The god Shiva is known as the destroyer and transformer. In Sanskrit, he’s known as ‘the auspicious one‘, destroying evil, ignorance, and death. He also maintains the cycle of life because his destruction of evil, clears the path for renewal and growth. Many Shiva devotees make pilgrimages to the Ganges River to bury their dead as Shiva is said to absolve sins of this lifetime.
Another form Shiva takes, is occassionally, Nataraj, the dancer who creates and destroys the universe in his step. Other times, he’s seen as sitting/standing in meditation with a trident or crescent moon. Another version of him is represented in lingams (photo below).
A ‘City of Temples’ and Hindu worship
Temples in this city range from large to small, community to household and Shiva lingams (ovular rock eggs held by a shallow rock bowl/plate) make common public altarpieces where one can pray.
Aside from larger-known temples (ie Vishwanath, Shiva, Durga, etc… ) there are thousands of temples, home and public altars within the small radius of each neighborhood.
Sunrise boat tours on the Ganges River
If you’re still not sure if you like, love or hate Varanasi, then try this…
My boat cruise down the Ganges at 6 AM felt beautifully special …and not, with reason that at least a 100 of other tourist boats were out on the waters racing to make the length of the Ganges before sunrise!
By boat is the only way to see the overall bathing ghat life, morning sun salutations, chanting, meditations, yoga postures and people washing their clothes on Ganges. Man, woman and child are there- a dip in the Ganga water is holy and purifying, so many lather up and take a baths in it too! Most are so devout and absorbed in their water ritual, they are nonchalant about the 100+ tourists boats observing and photographing their every move.
Over a hundred ghats line the river bank and some are more prominent than others like Dasaswamedh Ghat (the main/central ghat), Manikarnika Ghat, Harischandra Ghat, Kabir Ghat and Assi Ghat. At one ghat you may see a teacher chanting over a loudspeaker microphone, another you’ll find many saddhus (holy men), yet another is mostly women. Each follower seems to have their favorite.
My boat driver, Ajay, was a bit on the rolly-polly side and slow, stuffing his mouth with betel nut occasionally so that his explanations took on a new hybrid accent of “Indian-betel nut” garble. A bit frustrating.
After taking me slowly up and down the river, he took me to the old burning ghat where he insisted I take the walking tour. It all smelled like a scam to me. Every “guide” in Varanasi wants to take you there and I suppose it’s cause they get a cut off of how much you end up “donating”. Still, I played along…
Visiting the Burning Ghat
The burning ghat burns around the clock and mountains of chopped wood ensure the flame never goes out. Family members bring their departed loved ones for cremation. Their ashes, thrown into the Ganges, to release the soul of the departed from its reincarnation cycle.
The burning ghat has one rule: NO children, expectant mothers, sadhus or lepers.
The reason for this rule: many see children as pure souls and expectant mothers are their carriers. A sadhu will have achieved enlightenment, soul state by the end of his lives and lepers simply pose the threat of disease. Instead, these exceptions will get a water burial in the Ganges via weights tied to the body (I try not to think of how many sunken corpses must be at the bottom of the Ganges)
Seeing bodies cremated
“I want to see one of those dead bodies floating in the Ganges! ” said Margaret, when we were planning our India trip.
“Me too“, I retorted in joke.
Now that Margaret wasn’t here and I was in Varanasi, about to get my opportunity. I wasn’t sure I wanted it.
When I stepped off my boat onto the muddy ash-stained soot, Bam! The dead were wrapped in white, sari-like fabric and lined along the water’s edge, awaiting their turn at the fire. I passed a body being burned on the pyres. I could make out part of its face.
I felt guilty. To be there gawking as a tourist felt sacrilegious. Sensationalist. Exploitive. Although witnessing dead bodies being cremated wasn’t as grotesque as I thought it’d be. Quite the opposite.
The homage and respect Hindus pay towards the dead felt… dare I say it,…