Surviving Kashi

I tried hard to like Varanasi.

There is no doubt that the city – alternately referred to as Benaras or Kashi – is remarkable. In its geography, arrayed against the left bank of the sacred Ganges, as well as its fascinating history, woven with fantastic legends*. I am not sure how its claim to being the oldest continually inhabited city compares with that of Aleppo (Syria), but its antiquity is undeniable and its timelessness lauded by the likes of Kabir and Tulsidas  and most every writer worth his salt.

That little has changed over centuries is underscored by this excerpt from Mark Twain’s 1897 ‘Following The Equator – A Journey Around The World‘, that could very well have been written yesterday!

“Benares was not a disappointment. It justified its reputation as a curiosity. It is on high ground, and overhangs a grand curve of the Ganges. It is a vast mass of building, compactly crusting a hill, and is cloven in all directions by an intricate confusion of cracks which stand for streets.

Tall, slim minarets and beflagged temple-spires rise out of it and give it picturesqueness, viewed from the river. The city is as busy as an ant-hill, and the hurly-burly of human life swarming along the web of narrow streets reminds one of the ants.

The sacred cow swarms along too, and goes whither she pleases, and takes toll of the grain-shops, and is very much in the way, and is a good deal of a nuisance, since she must not be molested.”

We had ditched our ‘official’ guide who just didn’t seem to get the fact that we weren’t typical pilgrims on a temple run, after the fourth temple visit in one morning, and after he declared the rest of the day ‘free’ at the first hint of rain. And so I sought Jeremy ‘Jai’ Oltmann’s help to explore the bazaars of the North

The irony of being shown around the holiest of Hindu cities by a Christian from Minnesota wasn’t lost on either of us. But it was Jeremy, in the very short time we spent with him, that opened our eyes to the charm that lay beyond the overwhelming hassle and chaos of the ghats and temples of Varanasi.

I had obsessed about the likelihood of rain and having to wade through the resultant slippery sludge on those streets. And sure enough the Gods decided to test me. R says he expected me to bail out, as did Jeremy. But I persevered and that walk was on par with the best we have participated in across the world. Not least for Jeremy’s intimate knowledge of the back streets and its inhabitants, as also his understanding of Hindu culture and folklore. Thanks Jeremy for the chai and samosas. And the stories.

Dying in Kashi – poised as it is believed to be on the tip of Shiva’s trident, and hidden from time and Yama (the dark God of death) – is said to grant one eternal salvation and a release from the cycle of death and rebirth. Although this is one of seven most sacred destinations in the country, neither my mother nor my mother in law had made the pilgrimage, and it was for their sakes that I braved standing in line, barefoot, in the filthy street to enter the highly secured* holiest of holy temple of Kashi Vishwanath.

I find ‘high security’ non conducive to prayer and reflection, and being pushed and shoved even more so. There were vendors inside the cramped space and I loathed the commercialisation of such a holy site. Trying to ignore the components of the sticky muck underfoot was added stress. But most distressing of all was the ghastly sight of plastic cups (used to carry milk that is the main offering for the sacred Shivling) floating inside the kund (pool /altar)! Unlike Mr. Twain above, I was vastly disappointed.

They say Kashi should be seen with the minds eye. Its spirituality felt rather than seen. We saw many there who did, and I was envious of their faith. We stopped to greet a Scottish friend of Jeremy’s who asked us “Isn’t Varanasi beautiful?” R smiled and I mumbled guilty ascent.  I tried hard to feel that beauty. Sadly, I failed to delve beyond the superficial. Perhaps It was the wrong season: the ghats had still not been cleared of silt from the recent floods. Perhaps it was my OCD.  Perhaps I am just a bad Hindu.

Do I regret going? Absolutely not. We had some memorable moments there. Witnessing the Ganga aarti for one, the walk with Jeremy through some really interesting sections, and the day-trips to Sarnath and Ramgarh fort. My album full of atmospheric images prove that the drama of life and death in Varanasi is a compelling reason to visit. But I remember thinking, as we drove to the airport, that I was finally departing a destination with no desire whatsoever to return.

PS:

* All Wikipedia articles that I have linked to, carry references to legends associated with Varanasi & the Vishwanath temple.

* The temple was destroyed by Mughal emperor Aurangazeb in 1669 and the Gyanvapi mosque built alongside. Hence the disputed status and heightened security. The present structure was rebuilt in 1780 by Maratha Queen Ahilya Bai Holkar.

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Hi, I'm Madhu. Wanderer. Travel blogger. Story teller. Bitten late and hard by the travel bug, I am on a mission to make up for lost time.

114 thoughts on “Surviving Kashi

  1. I think you grasped the situation well. Commercialization and human greed have transformed many a place of spiritual rest, architectural splendour and beauty into discord and ugliness. I’m not sure what the solution is. Every part of India amazed me for the 20 years I lived there. Benaras was one of those places.

    1. I know you are an Indophile Ian, so I am not surprised 🙂 With will and vision, I can’t imagine why it should be so hard to spruce things up a bit. Driving through UP was a revelation and I have begun to appreciate the South more!
      Hope your health issues are all sorted 🙂

  2. Varanasi is a truly captivating town. I loved getting lost in its alleys. Languorous strolls over its ghats are surreal. Your post re-kindled memories of my visit to this engulfing town. Thnks for this lovely post.

  3. Amazing and exciting Madhu. How beautifully you have expressed your thoughts and narration of your visit. Also it’s interesting to read about your guide Jeremy and his and his website. Very useful resource for us city folks who may want to visit Kashi. The pictures too are fantastic.
    Thanks and cheers 🙂

    1. Glad you enjoyed this Dilip. Many thanks. Varanasi Walks is indeed a great resource for anyone interested in getting to know the city better.

  4. Varanasi/Benares wasn’t my favourite place either. (Mumbai/Bombay probably was and Agra) The streets were filthy and it wasn’t just down to the sacred cows. The river was filthy too. I had a spat with someone on the steps down to the Ganges when he was telling me how wonderful India and Varanasi was and I told him it was a filthy dirty place!! We left for Nepal the next day, I’d just had enough for whatever reason. Came back (but not to Varanasi) and fell in love with India all over again. Sometimes India is hard to absorb and Varanasi was the last straw for me. Can’t even explain it.

    1. You don’t need to. I understand perfectly well what you mean. Sometimes India is hard to absorb even for those of us born and brought up here!! 🙂

  5. I knew it as Benares when I was little. But no matter how people call it, the images of Kashi always stir the feelings of excitement, curiosity, hesitation and even disgust to many people. However, as is the case with many cities, the charm lies behind those busy streets and closed doors. Nothing has fully convinced me to go to Varanasi up to this moment. But slowly images like what you show here change my perception, one photo at a time.

    1. You must visit Bama, to decide for yourself. Who knows, you just might connect with the city better than I did! 🙂 I watched, dumbfounded and with not a little admiration, a couple of young Japanese boys up to their neck in the river, and thought, going all out and immersing oneself into the experience is the only way to understand the city. I couldn’t bring myself to do it though.

      1. Our city is this;

        || Rand, Sand, Seedi, Sanyaasi… inse bacche to sevai Kashi ||

        “Widows, bulls, stairs, saints… escape from these and you reach Kashi”

        Widows are holy sisters but can steal a man’s virtue. Bulls are Shiv’s pet but can gore you in the streets. Stairs lead down to Ganga Mai but they can make you slip & crack your head. Saints… the trickiest of the bunch… they steal all your money and don’t offer good puja!

        Maybe Kabir, maybe Bharatendu Harishchandra, maybe unknown author…

        This is Banaras… externally holy and not holy. Internally pure.

  6. It’s not a place I could ever loose my heart to, Madhu, fascinating though it undoubtedly is. I find the whole business of the ghats quite disturbing and macabre. I’d never make a Hindu! 🙂
    A couple of your photos I could fall in love with, though. The gentleman framed in the doorway is worthy of Steve McCurry.

  7. I spent two nights in Varanasi a few years back…and only because a friend visiting from Australia wanted to see the holy city. Just like you.. Have no desire to return and cannot understand the feelings most have for this chaos.

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