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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Varanasi

Varanasi.....


































Ganga river at the dawn.


Varanasi was surely one of the most unrealistic place, that we happen to visit during our trip. No wonder Timothy Leary, writer, psychologist and researcher of psychedelic drugs, went to Varanasi to test the effect of LSD on himself.

Varanasi is simply high concentration of absurdity of all life.
The most everyday life of Varanasi is going on on ghats - stairs of the river bank.
If you just walk around the ghats and keep your senses open, you can experience something similar to lucid dreaming.

In one section they are burning bodies. Many men together in the middle of the smoking piles of wood. The smell that comes into your nose is something so familiar - just like smell of sausages grilled on the forest bonfire. At some point the legs fall off the dead body, because there were not in the direct fire. The fire-keeper is putting the legs back into the fire with a stick. A cow is slowly walking into the burning ghat area, looking right, looking left, thinking, thinking and suddenly making everybody around it jump away with its long urine falls. Just little further away, children are playing cricket and flying kites. Then suddenly you hear load sound of barking - two gangs of dogs appear, fighting over the ownership of the ghat area. One of them was arrogant enough to enter into the neighboring ghat. That is not his territory! As you continue the walk on the ghats you soon reach to the beggars section. All corporation is sitting together on the stairs and pointing you with the bowl in their hand. Just next to the river, somebody is washing clothes, somebody is washing himself or a chimpanzee, somebody is getting married. There are yellow-faced people praying in the river. A crowd has gathered together to observe something happening. When you go closer you see a dead body sitting on the chair, men putting her on the boat and two other men making picture together with the white body decorated into yellow flowers. Then you notice a goat dressed in a vest, then a holy man jumping and playing a clown....at some point you just feel need to close your eyes for a moment and open them again to make sure that you have not drifted away into some kind of la-la land....
















Big burning ghat



































Burning ghat in the background, washing ghat in front
















Wood is a great business in Varanasi.
Only the most richest people can afford to be burnt on the bank of Ganga and spread into the river as an ash, in order to become free from the reincarnation circle and reach to eternal heaven.

That is in turn a paradox, because the poorest people and beggars who suffer the most, have to go through the rebirth again and again and again and bear the heavy burden of karma.














Washing ghat















Drying the clothes after washing







































People praying. Probably south-Indian tourists.
Women in south India have a habit to dye their faces yellow with turmeric, in order to look more fair.





























The holy banks of the holy river Ganga are so holy that even the most holiest activities are done there.
















Washing on the bank of Holy river Ganga


Every day about 60 000 people go down to the Varanasi ghats. There are 30 large sewers continuously discharging into the river. Ganga river is so heavily polluted that the water is septic, thus no dissolved oxygen exists. The water has 1,5 million fecal coliform bacteria per 100 ml, whereas the water that is safe for bathing should contain less than 500.

After all these researches, Hindu people still believe that the water is pure, holy and good for divine zip. And sometimes belief is powerful.















Morning tooth brush with the tooth branch















Dogs waiting for bones maybe ?















some kind of ritual, that we had no clue about















washing...













Dead women on her last journey into Ganga.






































































a holy man, a sadhu
















There are all kinds of services on the ghats. One of them is shaving, as according to the Hindu tradition, shaving the head is a sign of mourning.















Little business-women trying to sell children's skin colors for 100 Rupees (200 Rupees is a night in double room)















Beggar's ghat













washing water buffaloes in the river Ganga
































Ghat children













Washing....















Washing plates for the restaurant













Ganga.
One side of the river is fully inhabitated and they call it Varanasi, the other river bank is simply cursed.
No local goes there, because bad spirits live there.



The narrow streets of Varanasi are not less hallucinogenic.








































pee wall next to the eating place















One of the worst habits of Indians - burning rubbish, sometimes also standing around the fire, warming their hands and breathing in the toxic gases of plastic.

And India has huge burden of plastic rubbish.

But again, what can they do.....Indian waste disposal system is still very underdeveloped.





















Entrance to the bakery. Who goes first ?













































vegetable market place


In each city of India, that is lying on the banks of the holy Ganga river, every evening is like a big festival - thousands of people gather to see the Ganga closing ceremony, give flowers to Ganga and get a blessing.
The hour long show was quite nice. Seven Hindu priests dancing with incense sticks and candles with the intensive Hindu music in the background.





























When enjoying the ceremony, two little dwarfs appeared suddenly , holding their palms upwards...















Some travelers consider Varanasi as one of those Indian cities, that is good to see only once in a lifetime.
For us Varanasi was a psychedelic experience, in a weird way maybe even one of the pearls of India. So, when it will happen that we will be nearby in the future, we would stop by again.


"Varanasi, the holiest Hindu place, where already 5000 years is going on a non-stop hippie festival."
/Timothy Leary/

Sunday, March 21, 2010

State of Bihar

After leaving Sikkim we were suddenly again back in real India, feeling like waking up from a beautiful dream.












We wanted to go from Siliguri to Bodhgaya - the village, where Buddha was sitting under the tree for 40 days and finally attained his enlightenment. Bodhgaya is a place in the state of Bihar, the poorest and most corrupted state of India.
To get there we needed first to take the train from Siliguri to Patna and from Patna go by bus to Gaya and from there by rickshaw to Bodhgaya.


















some spicy stuff


For a foreigner, who uses trains not only between the most touristic places, it can be quite a hassle to get train tickets. Even though Indian trains are more than half kilometer long (seams like enough place to everybody), they are usually always sold out already months before the departure. If the train tickets are sold out, there are three options for the tourists:

1) try to buy tickets with tourist quota - positive side: no extra charges, negative side: possible only with the trains going to most touristic places.

2) buy ticket 48 hours before train departure with tatkal quota - positive side: if you are quick and first in line in the morning when the reservation office opens, there is quite a high chance you will get the ticket, negative side: extra charges 75 rupees per person.

3) add yourself to the waiting list - positive side: since Indian people are buying tickets months in advance, then things can change during those months and some of them have to cancel the ticket, negative side: most probably you will not go with the train, especially when your waiting list number is 261 ...

We chose the third option, since no tourist quota was possible on the train we wanted to go with and since we were still not acquainted with the Indian Railway system, so we did not know about the tatkal option.

Our waiting list numbers were luckily 63, 64, not bad, and after few hours of waiting in the train station, the station manager put up the list with all the people in waiting list and their results, if they managed to go through the selection or not.

We were happy to see that we had seats in the train.




































little beggar behind the train window bar


In the train we were sharing the compartment with an Indian family that could have as well been a gypsy family from Slovakia - two men, many women and even more children, all shouting, no matter if it was day or night, throwing rubbish on the train floor and eventually bribing the conductor to get few more beds for the night, since they did not seam to have enough space for all of the family.




















After a noisy night with gypsy family we woke up in the capital city of Bihar, called Patna. Since the moment we walked out of the train station, froze on the stairs and stared at the picture in front of us, the word PATNA will always bring up shivers in us.
We were so paralyzed in the train station area, that we even forgot to take pictures. There were loads and loads of beggars, sitting in groups in front of the train station in the smoke of burning rubbish and occupying the whole big area, so that it was even difficult to cross it. At the time we were looking for a rickshaw to take us to the bus station, the beggars become more excited and energetic to see white skin.
It is hard to imagine that the square in front of the train station is not only their "working place", but also "eating place", "sleeping place", "shitting and peeing place" and who knows what else...

Then we reached to bus station, witch looked as terrifying as train station.








































bus station open-air restaurant's dish washing section (little after taking the picture, a cow came and started with its everyday job - cleaning dishes)


From Gaya bus station we took a shared rickshaw together with 3 buddhist monks from Darjeeling to reach to Bodhgaya.


Bodhgaya was a small touristic village, but like any other Bihar place, full of beggars and piles of rubbish.































outdoor barber


The village itself was nothing special, every once in a while we were targets of beggars, but the Buddhist place had a peaceful and very special atmosphere. It consisted of a tree, the most holy object of the area, under which Buddha attained enlightenment and formulated his philosophy of life, World Heritage temple, erected in 6th century AD, gardens full of praying Buddhists monks from many different countries and all this was surrounded by a double fence.
Due to the meditative mantras coming from each monk section, it was very easy to forget inside the complex, what kind of place is there outside of that area.




















Mahabodhi temple





















Bodhi tree - a holy tree for every Buddhist













praying Buddhists















ceremony


Bodhgaya is like a little version of Lumbini in Nepal. There are many other Buddhist places and temples all over the village. Each of them surrounded by a fence and the gateway of each of them full of beggars.








































The poverty of Bihar is simply unbelievable. We have not seen the higher concentration of beggars anywhere else in India and especially so many crippled beggars.

Our way happened to cross with one Croatian guy as we were leaving Bodhgaya. He said he is coming to India every year and already since ten years, but for the first time he found enough courage to come to Bihar.









































"Poverty is the worst form of violence"
/Mahatma Gandhi/