Silence….
An empty space
A Nude noise
Clock ticking somewhere in the background
A honk here
A drop there
Silence… so peaceful
yet so terrifying!
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The ocean of thoughts lumbered forward defiling my memories taking me back to the ghosts of past unclean and uncut Before my eyes, a life lost the peaceful randomness gone in an instant leaving behind only scars of lust
Thoughts are like an empty boat in a great ocean drifting aimlessly in the direction the wind blows. To reach land is like an utopian dream yet to realize that dream one must get lost first.
While our perfect intimacy lures me toward your imperfect nature I transformed into a holy sinner from an unholy saint Consumed by your vortex I destroyed me you destroyed me while you remained stoic Now there lies my heart on the ground spewed out from the vortex but hardly beating Time hardly matters now seasons seem blur I moved on but traces of intimacy still remain
Varanasi, a magnet for all things spiritual, occupies a special place in the hearts’ of millions of Hindus all over the world. Situated on the banks of river Ganga (considered one of the holiest rivers by Hindus), the city is in the midst of an evolution from being one of the oldest cities to a city where the arms of modernization are slowly spreading. Caught between being a lazy traveler and a reluctant pilgrim I set out on the journey with lot of questions and excitement.
Allahabad:
After spending 26 hours in a train, my journey started with the city of Allahabad. As soon as I got out of the station, I was greeted with a big hoarding of “Kumari” Mayawati (one of India’s powerful and influential politicians). Allahabad is famous for Triveni Sangam. Triveni Sangam is the confluence of three holy rivers Ganga, Yamuna and Saraswati. This place is of mighty importance to all Hindus. According to the mythology a great battle took place between the Gods and Demons for a pitcher of nectar which will bestow immortality. During the great battle, a drop of nectar fell where the Sangam currently is situated. Hence it is believed that a holy dip at the Sangam will not only break the cycle of re-birth, but also wash away all the sins and pave the way for heaven. For the same reason the ashes of dead people are immersed in the Triveni Sangam. So I took a boat ride to the place where the three rivers meet for a holy dip hoping to wash away all my sins. I was immediately taken aback at the extent of pollution. These rivers apart from being holy, also serve as dumping grounds for almost everything and anything which is a paradox. The most common answer I get when I ask the locals of this paradox is that they depend on these rivers for everything. Literally everything! Nevertheless with great trepidation, I took a dip in the cold and frigid water. And surprisingly, I felt a strange and inexplicable peace wash over me.
Triveni Sangam is also famous for the Kumbh and Maha Kumbh Mela. These Melas which takes place on the banks of the Sangam occurs every 12 and 144 years respectively. It’s the largest gathering of Hindus on a single day and has a special significance for Hindus. The major events of the festival are a ritual bath at the banks of the river Ganga. Other activities include religious discussions, devotional singing, mass feeding of holy men and women and the poor, and religious assemblies where doctrines are debated and standardized. It is also believed that on this day, Gods come in the form of humans to take a dip at the Sangam during Kumbh Mela. These Melas are often visited by Naga Sadhus (also called as Aghoras). The Naga Sadhus are considered to be devout followers of Lord Shiva. They are feared and also revered for their extreme lifestyle.
Varanasi:
It is said that every Hindu must visit Varanasi atleast once in their lifetime. There has always been some kind of spiritual mystery surrounding Varanasi (also called as Kasi and Benaras). I’ve heard stories of people renouncing everything and traveling to Varanasi to become a Sadhu or to die. I was determined to find out what is that makes this place so special and different from other holy places. This leg of my journey started on a bitter note when I lost my expensive mobile and many pictures that I had already clicked. It is believed that everybody who visits Varanasi is supposed to give up atleast one thing that is dear to them. I had made up my mind not to go by this adage. But unfortunately I lost my mobile and in a strange way I was forced to follow the age old adage. Anyways my first thoughts about the city were that it is like any holy city coping with the flood of pilgrims that visit every day. The city as such needs a lot of development in terms of basic sanity. The roads are narrow and filled with overflowing traffic with absolutely no sense of direction. And to add to the many forms of pollution is noise pollution. I am surprised that I haven’t gone deaf with the constant, irritating and unnecessary honking. Apart from the many temples, I absolutely loved the ubiquitous tuk tuks (3 wheeled cycles propelled by human power and used as means of transportation). Travelling in them you almost feel like a Maharaja traveling on an elephant.
To reach the banks of river Ganga one has to navigate a series of intricate and very narrow lanes which often can become very confusing. However these narrow lanes are a hub of activities. These lanes have houses, temples, hostels, shops selling a wide range of things and also restaurants. It’s like a mini city within and an adventure overall. However the reward at the end is priceless. You are faced with a magnificent view of the river Ganga flowing toward Bay of Bengal in all its might. The entire hustle and bustle, all that noise is replaced with tranquility and beauty that it leaves you speechless. It’s like time itself stops and you are transported to a different era. During the day you will find people sitting by the river deep in meditation and during the nights, you find people just sitting or walking around enjoying the breeze and tranquility. The main attractions of Varanasi apart from the holy river of Ganga are the temple of “Lord Shiva” and Ganga Aarti (prayer offered to river Ganga) which takes every evening on the banks of the river. The entire spectacle is stunning and is a treat to the senses in every way. This scene is best enjoyed from a boat on the river.
What I observed is that Varanasi, over the years has become a money making institution with people trying to take advantage of the faith in order to extract money in any which way possible. Every aspect of the faith and religion is commercialized and turned into a profitable business. With this kind of rampant commercialization, faith itself takes a back seat as you are constantly trying to ward off people trying to take advantage. Having said this, the city also boasts various institutions of different sects and beliefs like “Ramakrishna Mission” that teach yoga, meditation and free medical services. Varanasi over the years has attracted people from all walks of life including international tourists. People flock to this place not only for the religious significance but also in search of peace and spiritual enlightenment. Unless you are an atheist, Varanasi does not fail to leave a mark on you.
I, on the other hand was not sure what I wanted when I started on this journey. But when I left Varanasi, I left with the images of mighty Ganga, the Ganga Aarti, the tranquility that I experienced sitting on the banks of Ganga, those narrow and congested lanes alive with activity, the tuk tuks.
Now the travel bug has gotten into me. I love the unexpected detours. All the well made plans go for a toss and you end up experiencing something new and wonderful.
I intend to continue this travelling. I intent to satiate this growing wanderlust.
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Stay away! Stay away! My time ain’t come yet I am not ready to sleep in your arms of death!
Caught between the abyss of real and surreal My mind grapples to make sense of this constant noise. The lark stopped singing long ago The high faded ages ago. My fear lurks in form of darkness playing an ugly hide and seek. Now the end to madness seems oh so near yet the journey has just began.
—————————————– It all Started with a thought and a bottle of vodka The thoughts multipled as vodka took control before I realised I was floating down the river of insanity
——————————– She promised a dance and a candle light dinner a date was made at the edge of the river He came dressed like a King and imagined her as the queen with flowers as a gift and wine to keep them warm He sat on the bench Brimming with hope Moon looked over him and stars gave him company Then she came dressed like a queen his heart leaped and thoughts froze She kissed him on the cheeks and asked how he was before he could answer she said she had to go Her prince charming was waiting Down the river He just smiled And gave her the flowers
I know not your last words Because they were unsaid. I know not your last wish Because it was not wished. I know not your last thoughts. Because they were not expressed. While the rest of us were still dreaming You silently departed.
Random thoughts of a restless mind 