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. E’ sempre affascinante visitare il tuo blog, si impara a conoscere una cultura lontana, fuori dagli schemi di noi europei. L’India è una meta lontana e i luoghi che mostri quasi sicuramente non avrò modo di vedere, intanto le tue immagini e i tuoi racconti colmano le lacune. Ciao 🙂

  2. I’ve learned so much from your fascinating India travel. You are telling your experience, stories, and culture, not just beautiful building photos … Thank you, Madhu!

  3. I don’t think we have to love every single place we visit. There are many places I have been over the years I haven’t loved, many I have barely appreciated. You did a wonderful job giving voice to history, even while showing what was wrong with today. Lovely photos also.

  4. Madhu… you both were fantastic and I think Kashi likes you! I am sure you will come again soon… the city opens slowly… its a courtesan of holiness. Technically the moque pictured is the Darahara Masjid. Gyanvapi as you rightly mentioned was next to Kashi Vishvanath, which was restored by are dear Holkar Queen Ahilyabai. Also Yamraj is kept at bay by Kaal Bhairava (Kal Bhairo), Shiv as the great and terrible Oz of endless time. It is our most worthy magistrate Kal Bhairo who doesn’t allow Yama to pass into his city. Your blog is beautiful btw. kudos. Jai

    1. Thank you Jai. It was our pleasure to have you show us around Kashi. We enjoyed every minute. I shall wait for the courtesan to work her magic 🙂

      PS: Thanks also for pointing out my error in labeling my image of the Darahara Mosque. Duly edited.

  5. That is so the same with the one in St. Peters Basilica in Italy. But that one is becuase of the paintings and the building designs. I guess with the temple here that really should feel ‘more’ spiritual and should be more respected. It looks like you still managed to get a good look (and great pictures) of the place, its streets and its people.

  6. Beautiful gallery, Madhu, as well as honest thoughts of your experience. It will be hot, hot, while I am there, so at least my feet won’t be crawling through the mire. I have prepared myself for sensory overload.

    1. An utterly fantastic time guaranteed then! All the best Lynne 🙂 And thank you for the kind words.

      PS: Will you be staying on the river? We stayed in town, and were very glad we did at the time. The ghats must be free of silt now though.

  7. Ii realize reading this post that Benares/Varanasi is haunting and fascinating for me through books, fiction and otherwise. I love Kabir, so to find that he loved Varanasi is another plus. REading your account, knowing the honest and open and intelligent traveler that you are, that it is better for me to rest with that impression. If I were ever to go, my physical reactions would be just as yours. Maybe even stronger. And yet I’m sure that you are not sorry you went! Whatever the experience is, it is your own experience, and it is of your India.
    Your blog is truly amazing in all its responses!

    1. Thank you for your thoughtful comment Judith. I should have mentioned that Kabir was found by his foster parents on the banks of a lake nearby, and he lived and compiled most of his work there. I regretted not having visited the Kabir Chaura – the memorial Math and global headquarters of the Kabir sect – just 3 km from Varanasi.

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