India Slideshow

 India Travel:
 Planning & FAQ

 Photo Gallery






 The Himalayas



  November 2 to 4
  Ganges Bathing
  Buddhist Sarnath
Kittika Festival
  Varanasi Days
  Nepali Temple
  The Golden Temple
  Viswanath Temple
  Jnana Vapi Well
  The Burning Ghat

 Delhi Again!

 Agra: Taj Mahal


 Mt. Abu









 Back Home!

 Email Me...

Phil's 1998 India Travelogue

Night of the Kittika Festival

Folks were working feverishly on the Assi Ghat, painting the step, laying out candles for the night's festivities. I notice many westerners going to the boats and guess that that's where the action will be. So I load up on 400 speed film, and run into Ron and Heidi, my neighbors from Larkspur, and we hit it off right away. Ron is a psychologist (aha!) and he and Heidi are on a 3 month honeymoon touring Asia. So we do some bargaining with a boat boy and get a boat for 600 rupees ($15) to view the wild activities of the ghats from the river.

And we weren't disappointed. Each ghat was beautifully lit up with candles laid out in perfect fashion on tha ghat step. Music everywhere, dancing, fireworks, tacky neon lights, plays, every kind of good, clean Hindu fun you can imagine. Across the river, in the sand is a huge array of a thousand candles lighting up the east bank. Most impressive. We had a blast going up and down the river, and my inner boy was as delighted as a trip to Disneyland.

Returning to the Assi Ghat, the floor was laid out with candles in all sorts of formations, really beautiful light work, with an Om Namah Shivaya bhajan blasting over the loudspeaker. Damn, did I pick the right time to come to Varanasi!! What a party.

Dinner as usual was at 8:30, and I meet Arlene, a professor of Asian Studies at Stanford on a sabbatical. She has quite a karmic connection and history with India, and we speak for over 90 minutes on all sorts of subject. She was one of Satya Sai Baba's first western devotees 25 years ago, and calls him her "maha-guru". She's been around the block, and she has recently been working with several Buddhist teachers. She notes the lack of understanding of the spiritual process in many western folks, and we discuss the necessity of preparation of our inner channels for the kind of intense energies that more advanced teaching can hit you with. This was so refreshing for me to hear, someone who has found and understood some previously rare teachings on spiritual stages. She is also a pretty good "Jyotish" (Vedic Astrologer) and we discuss that whole scene. She advises me on what to see in South India, and again another jewel of information for helping out with planning. Based on what she tells me about Satya Sai Baba, I am surprised that what he is known for, miracles and such, is not the core of his teaching, which is Advaita Vedanta (non-dualism). As Johnny Carson says,"Didn't know that!". And since his ashram near Bangalore is on the way to Ramana's ashram, I just may go to see him. But we'll see how that part of the trip unfolds.

November 5th

Feel a little sick in the morning, and change hotels, since Ganges View, which is quite the popular place, is all booked up. So I move next door to the Sahi Guest house, a simple, spartan, but clean guest house with a nice verandah overlooking the Ganges. I feel good that I can use this as a base for further exploration of Varanasi. I am now really settled in here in Varanasi, and feel like I am in retreat mode.

I visited several temples during the day, and some of them are off limits to non-Hindus - some Hindus believe that since we have not had the same sacraments that all Hindus have growing up, our western bodies are more impure and therefore not allowed into some of the more sacred site. But when this occurs, a balcony is provided for people to view the shrine from a distance. I am not bothered too much by this, and feel uplifted from the blessing of each temple.

One strange temple is the Bharat Mandir, which contains a giant, extremely acccurate marble map of India as its central icon, opened by Mahatma Ghandi. I like maps, but a map temple?

November 6, Varanasi Days

Hot and humid day today, just like all the other days, but apparently the locals say that this is unseasonably warm. I only could imagine what it's like when it's 117 degrees outside.

I've just settled, or melted into the landscape, now really in India or retreat speed - one errand, one entire day, that kind of thing.

Went on a pre-dawn boat ride with Arlene this morning. She had to bang on my hotel door, as both my alarm clocks didn't go off. And being a long and experienced India traveller, I just kept my mouth shut and watched and learned as she dealt with negotiations with the boat boy, who kept lowering his price.

In contrast to my first day on the river Ganges, this was a very different experience -there was a slow, surreal "heat and dust" quality to the entire ride, and my body/mind, like a tuning fork, fell into sway with the impersonal, but blissful energy that presented itself on the river this morning, to the point I was swooning. Didn't need to formally meditate, that was the morning meditation, a thoughtless blissful condition not disturbed by any sensual input - it just was another player in the whole show, whole effect.

I changed back to the hotel Ganges View, as it seems to be a real home base, and the food is fabulous. Can't say enough good things about this place, though the Sahi Guest House was fine also. The Hotel Temple on the Ganges, down the block, looks like an excellent place also. The top story rooms with attached bath facing the Ganges were only 450 rupees, about $11 a night.

Did a lot of doing nothing today, just sat around on the Assi Ghat and watched the sadhus, cows, dogs, kids, beggars, boats and mungphali (peanut) vendors for hours. Much of the time the utter simplicity of non-dual/not-two existence presented itself in a stark Obviousness. This area, the ghat area around Varanasi, it truly Shiva's Palace, the quality/ies associated with Shiva abound here, but if you're involved with mind or some issue, you can miss this loud and blatant Open Secret. The teeming activity are just the waving arms of the Goddess that is a veneer of the presence and force and "Isness" of Shiva, the force of Consciousness, radiant yet unmoving, as it is not "in" a context to move, it is the context in which movement takes place. And the awareness of that context is not a separate function, activity or "entity" from anything observed, from the View of the Open Secret.

So basically, the forced slow pace of India is a tool in which spiritual revelation is made more possible. Of course, a slow pace is just one ingredient, there are many other hot, slow places on earth, but this place, with the combination of empowered geography and empowered man-made temples, makes the possibility of revelation all the more likely.

Perhaps that is why so much "lip-service" spirituality goes on India, people can ride on the fullness of the "force"-field that is here. But if you're in Buffalo, Cleveland or Barstow, you don't have such luxury. But there is also sincere devotion going on all over the place here, not saying that real-work isn't being done.

So in the meantime, while doing nothing, I practice my Indian head-nod, a particular and curious gesture that all Indians perform, as if one is snapping one's neck slowly, and which has many meanings, such as yes, no, I don't know, this confuses me, maybe, and perhaps most of all, whatever, all based on context. It is contagious - I find myself doing it in conversation with westerners now. Pretty soon I'll be addicted to cricket, the national obsession. Man, what a dumb sport!

I am also amused by the horrendous spelling of many English words on signs and adverts, and realized that India had English all to themselves after the Brits abdicated in 1947. What has developed since that is a new version of English, particularly in forms of spelling and grammar, which I call Hinglish. No longer bound by British rule, they're gonna do it and say it their way, damnit. This often involves dropping consonants where unnecessary, as in "Thums Up Cola" and excessively adding vowels, such as in "Leadies and Gents".

While sitting on the Assi Ghat, several college age Hindu boys came up to me to talk to me about America, which I find amusing and very enjoyable. They are metallurgy students, but as soon as they found out that I was in software, they had a million questions, as they were considering changing their major to computer software, since that's where bigger money is. I told them what a beginning software engineer makes in America, which perked their interest, and gave them a little guidance as to what kinds of courses to take to boost their employment chances. God, to them, lives in a green card, the magic ticket to the US, in the form of a work visa.

November 7

Heard from my wife Annie about the election results in the US, and that Newt Gingrich resigned as speaker of the house. Boy, the Clinton haters must be seething frustration underneath their all consuming hatred. Breaks my heart.

It takes a great will and effort these days to actually do anything - not because it is so hot, it cooled down today, but because I've fallen into the general psyche of the Hindu subcontinent. Took a bicycle riskshaw from one end of Varanasi to another, a truly fun but nerve wracking experience, to pick up my airt ticket back to Delhi, before a jaunt into the desert cities of Rajasthan, and finally Bombay/Mumbai.

After an afternoon nap, took a one way boat ride to the ManiKarnika ghat, the most famous "burning" ghat of India, where people have their loved ones bodies burned, giving them a chance for freedom from the rounds of birth and death. It takes over 200 kilograms of wood to burn a body sufficiently, which you might imagine, is a lot of wood, and somewhere in India, there is major deforestation going on for this service. Fees for burning are sliding scale, based on wealth, but the poorest of India cannot even afford the 1000 rupess for the cheapest funeral pyre, so they throw the body into the Ganges. The day before we passed by a bloated yellow body floating near the main ghat; nearby people are bathing, brushing their teeth with Ganges water. Amazing. Reminds me of the famous line in Apocolypse Now, paraphrased, "The Hygiene, The Hygiene...".

After being dropped off, a 30 minute private boat ride (by far the most wonderful way to get around Varanasi), for 60 rupees, ($1.50 USD), I ventured into "Old Town" Varanasi, Gaudalia, built before cars, buses, bicycles and even before horses apparently - the streets, rather alleyways are a claustrophobic nightmare, all but blocked from daylight, and very disorienting at first. My goal was to reach the Viswanath Temple, The "Golden Temple" of Lord Shiva, considering if not The Most, then one of The most sacred temples in Hinduism. So sacred that non-Indians are not allowed in the temple, and can only look from nearby roofs of buildings.

Which is what I did, looking at the 300 kilograms of gold plated roof of the temple. The Indian army is all around, reacting to the threats of radical groups to blow it up. My first look at an AK-47 close up. After my rooftop look, being led by an impromptu 8 year old guide (that I paid off with a 5 rupee note), I decided to get closer to the temple.

After finding the correct alleyway, I went right to the temple doors and looked in, and in a matter of a few moments, there was someone there to tell me to get lost. But I didn't mind that much, I could feel the intensity of the place as I approached it.

But just down the alleyway is the Annapurna Bhavani Goddess temple, dedicated to the Great Mother, and I was allowed in this one, and meditated for awhile. In contrast to other Goddess temples, where the goddess is wielding a sword, truncheon or trident, this godddes is holding a cooking pot, to symbolize the nurturance of the goddess (and of course, the ultimate good mama cook). Unfortunately I couldn't take pictures of either temple on the chance of being on the receiving end of an AK-47 round. Very sensitive area, which gets amplified by the temple energy.

Nearby was a temple dedicated to the little god Sani, which we all know as the planet Saturn. Hindus worship Sani, the maker of obstacles and obsfuscations and delays. By worshipping Saturn, through a particular mantra, of by making offerings here at the temple, the effects of Saturn can be lessened, though, as one who has studied Vedic Astrology, Saturn is always getting a bum wrap - it is a planet that yields great and lasting wisdom, by the mere fact that things are delayed and wisdom gained over time is earned for good. And the famous Indologist and Ayurvedic researcher Robert Svoboda published a book called "the Greatness of Saturn". I'm saying this because I have a big Saturn influence in my chart, and those who do life really begins at 40, as the saying goes.

Another goal was to research shivalingams, an icon representing the masculine force of spirituality in the form of a concical rock symbolizing the human penis. It fits in a "yoni", symbolizing female genitalia, and thus completes the pairs of opposites, generating the creative force of the world. A friend of mine has a really nice 6 inch or so shivalingam, and I wanted to get something like that, but there's no way I could carry such a heavy rock for the rest of my trip, so I bought a 3 inch lingam, and now I have lingam envy.

Caught a boat back to my Ghat area, but the trip south is really difficult, since the surface of the Ganges flows north (even though the current below the surface flows south - another mystery of the Holy Ganges River). The boatguy really worked and worked, so much so that his oar broke within a mile of my destination, so we pulled over and I walked the rest of the way through all kinds of dark alleyways, till I reached the main street, and back home. It's amazing how quickly one adapts, resulting in a feeling of comfort and familiarity.

But again, the feeling is one of total safety, especially since just about every ten feet or so there's a temple - it would take years to investigate every one. They are practically stacked on top of each other here.

So again I hung for awhile at the Assi Ghat amidst the several Shiva temples, Hanuman temples, sacred tree with lingam and one crazy man in a cool turban, who sits in one spot all day and occasionally has an argument with someone or something unseen. Tonite we had the added attraction of a mad cow rampaging up the steps of the ghat, clearing people in a hurry, including me. Around 6pm everyone gets chai in these small clay cups which are then discarded on the ground and instantly cracked into several pieces, probably made of clay of the Ganges mud.

If I haven't mentioned it before, the Hotel Ganges View has great dinners every night, which is always a great way to meet people. So another Traveller's Note:

If you go to Varanasi, I recommend the 3 places mentioned previously in this report. They are cheap, clean and comfortable, and the Assi Ghat area is far enough away from the noise of central Varanasi to be a great spot for retreat or relaxed hanging. I really enjoy this area. The Cantonment area, in the opposite side of town, is nice also, with a lot of shady streets, but that is a place for the big and expensive hotels. So there's a suitable place for any budget. Oh God, I'm starting to sound like a travel agent. I better stop now.

November 8

Awoke this morning to a woman entering my room, mistaking me for her business partner. But slept for 9 hours and feel laid back. The plan was to go back to the Old City of Varanasi and see new things, revisit other places seen yesterday.

Met with Deepak, a boat wallah who glommed onto me, but offers decent tourist ripoff prices.

The Nepali Temple

My first stop was the Nepali temple in the Old City, a temple distinct in its architecture, looking more like a East Asian Pagoda than anything else. Like its big cousin it Khajuraho, it is famous not only for its architecture, but for the erotic wooden sculptures built into the external columns and facades. I met the temple priest/hustler who instantly becomes my best friend, meaning that he's gonna want some big donation later.

He gives me the history of the temple and says that he's the 7th generation of a family that has been serving the temple. The temple sits right off the Ganges on a small crowded hill, and one approaches the temple passing two dragon-dogs, like in Ghostbusters. The inner sanctum is impressive, a very large Shivalingam, with a brass pot overhead that drips water from the Ganges slowly all day, keeping the lingam moist, and creating holy water. Despite the annoyance of the temple priest, I am surprisingly affected by a presence around the temple, and feel "blessed" by it. The erotic scupltures are X-rated, but not grossly so, depicting oral sex, masturbation, and various sexual positions only someone adept in yoga could possibly perform. Now that is the reason why people do yoga! There is one set of carvings of oral sex on a table or a desk that could only been Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky in a previous life.

Viswanath Golden Temple

From there I revisited the original Viswanath Golden Temple, and really can feel the presence of the temple as I approach it, which doesn't disappoint, despite the fact I cannot go inside. The inner temple grounds are painted in a faint light purple leading to the inner chamber which cannot be seen from the large metal door entrance. You can feel the intensity grow in the little alleyway that provides access to the front entrance the closer you get to it. It is definitely worth the effort to get to see, if only a peeks worth. Actually I do know one American that got into this temple, which I find amazing...I guess Lord Shiva works in mysterious ways, my son, sometimes.

I cannot completely describe the level of filth that exists in the Old City, a place without adequate sewage facilities, and chock full of piles of cow dung. This is the kind of place where major diseases fester, and it is a tribute to the immune system of the natives that they aren't all sick. You actually have to work to find a relatively clean spot to stop and sit down, one where there is no shit, urine, human spit, sewage water or rotting garbage. It is truly astounding, and not to mention a bit smelly on this unusually hot, humid November day. I'd love to parachute Jerry Seinfeld in here and watch him freak.

I am both annoyed by all the touts and shopkeepers trying to lure me into their stores or to become their guide (and have to give some my mean and nasty look with pointed fingers to get through to them), and very charged by the potency of the temples that I have visited. Passed by the Sani/Saturn and Annapurne temple which is on the same alleyway as the Golden temple. In fact, I pass the Golden temple several times in my traversing the human rat-maze of the Old City of Goudalia, just for the blessing.

The Rough Guide mentions that there is another Viswanath temple in the Old City (in addition to the more famous "New Viswanath Temple" in south Varanasi, on the University campus). This intrigues me, and perhaps I can go inside to this temple. I ask an Indian army soldier where the temple is and if I can go inside, and she says no, I am not allowed. But let's see what happens.

Traveller Note: I am finding that The Rough Guide is an invaluable companion to the Lonely Planet, and contains information that is not mentioned in her more famous companion book. I highly recommend carrying both, since you will get specific information not found in the other, and can verify good hotels and restaurants mentioned in both...if you can handle the weight of these two very thick paperbacks. The Rough Guide is definitely more hip, Lonely Planet more conventional. There is also the India Handbook, which I don't know anything about.

New Viswanath Temple

Not very well known, and only mentioned in The Rough Guide, the New Viswanath Temple of the Old City was built apparently by a conservative bunch of sadhus when a few "untouchables" entered the Golden Temple early this century. Talk about picky! So this second temple was built, and since it was built by more conservative brahmans, I figured I would not have any chance of being let in. But to my surprise, approaching the steps, and making a request gesture to come in, someone a the top of the steps says ok, and I go in.

Like most temples, there is a large marble or other well polished stone floor, and in the center is a small chamber containing the shivalingam. I quickly approach the inner chamber, which everyone except the temple priest is barred from, and gaze at the huge shivalingam. The priest is giving the lingam a major bath of Ganges water from a huge metal pot. I get a lot of major,"what the hell are you doing here?" gazes from the gang of sadhus and worshippers in the temple.

I stay at the inner chamber railing, containing a small altar with a cobra icon, for a while, which always seems to surprise or annoy the temple priests, like I'm stealing something, or getting too much of the show. But too bad! As I move away, I go towards the table containing ash and kum-kum, the red substance that Hindus put on their forehead, sometimes called a "teelak". I forgot the procedure, and use the middle finger of my right hand to apply the substances, and a priest is right there to correct me, to use the ring finger for application. Makes me feel a little stupid. Feeling a bit more emboldened in this very intense atmosphere, I walk up to the replacement priest at the top of the stairs to ask a question, and he gives me a major vibe and head gesture, which translated would be "get the hell outa here, white boy!". Ok, ok, you pissy old sadhu. So I leave, and maybe that was just luck to get in or maybe it is open to all, I'm not sure, but I'll certainly remember the place.

Jnana Vapi and Mosque

Jnana Vapi literally means "wisdom well", a well right next to the Golden Temple where it is described that Lord Shiva cooled off his lingam (it didn't say what he was doing with it to make it so hot!), and thus created a well whose water is said to be liquid wisdom. Unfortunately, the priest had to put a covering over the well, as some people were trying to off themselves in one huge leap for moksha/liberation, and to prevent the contamination by coins. (Isn't it interesting that the throwing of coins into a well or standing body of water is a universal custom?).

But nevertheless it is a wonderful temple complex, very spacious in comparison of the crampness of the Old City. One one side is the Golden Temple, and the other side is teh Jnana Vapi Mosque, which is actually the original site of the Golden Temple. However there was one Moghul butcher/emperor named Aurangzeb (the son of Shah Jahan, the creator of the Taj Mahal), who, when conquering Northern India, would destroy the Hindu temple and place a mosque right on top of the site. So you can imagine how old and deep the hostilities between Hindu and Muslim must go, knowing that a mosque is right on top of your Hindu holy site. And because of that, the mosque has incredible security, barbed wire, several fences, metal detectors, video cameras all over the place. But no one checks my big backpack - being an American, no one thinks that I could be carrying 50 pounds of C-4, which would blow up a major chunk of the Old City. It seems like a security breach to me.

So I circumambulate the well, brushing off the self-appointed guides and shoe guy who eventually will want a donation - as in the the line in the Dead song "Trucking" - "the just won't let you beee, oho no". The well is 6 foot in diameter, and is a real beautiful place and has a presence. Once completing a circumambulation, I go to the temple priest, who talks me into a personal puja for 100 rupees, for a long life for me and my family - it seems so tacky, but hey, what's two bucks?

As part of the puja, I am to drink three offerings of well water from the priest - ordinarily when I receive holy water to drink from a priest, such as every night on the Assi Ghat after Gangarati, I always fake the drink to the mouth and pour it over my head, knowing that the water is coming from the bacteria-festering Ganges river. And I notice many other westerners doing the same. But this water, I take in, and it tastes clean and refreshing on this hot day. So I get my long life puja, and find my way through the Old City, past cow and dog and shit and stench and sewage and tout and guide and heat to the Manikarnika Ghat, the burning ghat, where bodies are burned for hopeful liberation.

The Manaikarnika Burning Ghat

This ghat is right next to the "sunken temple" ghat, one where the engineering wasn't topnotch, and it sunk into the Ganges, and now only the spire appears above the water (reminds of that one college library where the engineers didn't take into consideration the weight of the library books, and is now sinking slowly into the ground).

The Manikarnika ghat is adorned with huge piles of wood, of varying quality, all the way to sandalwood, for the funerals of the wealthy. Like the good Tantrik that I am, I figure that I'll hang here for awhile, like the guys who meditate in the graveyards at night. (Well, ok, it's daytime, but it's the only chance I'll get to be here).

As I said before, the energy here is different than the rest of the ghats, and for obvious reasons. And the only demons that I encounter are the incessant touts and guides who annoy the daylights out of me to the point of wanting to punch one. So this is how the dark forces maifest here, in these assholes. One guy, a shaven head one indicating a worker here, works at the hospice next door and keeps asking for a bigger donation. Finally I literally shush him 5 times before he gets the message and leaves. So I brazenly work my way to the area where four funerals are occurring in various stages.

The burning body closest to me is about half burned. I can't recall being so close to a decomposed body and it reminds me of the scene from a concentration camp movie. But there really is no reaction in me to the body at all, it's just another thing, watch it burn, skin all gone, mostly charred skull and major bones. The hospice guys says that the two hundred kilograms of wood needed to burn a body still does not completely burn the big bones, like the skull, hip bones, and femur, and they along with the ashes, are thrown into the Ganges.

The next funeral pyre is just being prepared for burning, an old woman wrapped in a beautiful sari-like cloth. Hay is placed inside the pyre and the priest circumambulates the pyre three times with a torch of burning hay in the hot burning sun. He then lights the hay in the center of the pyre, and it goes up in flame. He throws some kind of brown powder onto the pyre, don't know what it is. In the furthes pyre, the family is carrying the dead body, wrapped in cloth and colorful wraps, through the alleyways and into the Ganges for a final dip. It is important that water goes into the mouth of the dead body to symbolize the last drink from the Ganges. Then the body is placed onto the pyre and more wood is stacked around it. The elder male of the family shaves his head as part of the funeral ceremony.

I was able to watch this endless procession of funerals and burning for about 15 minutes in the heat of the midday sun. There was no awful smell, in fact, it was a helluva better then the festering sewage heap of the old city. When the smoke did come my way there was only a touch of burning tissue, mostly wood (no, I am not getting off on this, believe me, just reporting the facts, ma'am). Finally someone came over to me and asked me to leave, as the place I was standing was for the families, and then he asked for a donation. AAAAAaaaghhh!

On the way to the main Ghat, the Dasaswamedh ghat (the ten horse sacrifice ghat), I checked out a 6 inch crystal shivalingam for only 400 bucks - sooo tempted, but too heavy.

So back to my hotel, pass the numerous ghats along the way on this wonderful boat ride. One ghat is filled with circular piles of cow dung, drying in the sun, to be used for cooking fuel, and in other ghats, color sheets and saris dry among the the steps after their pounding in the Ganges by the dobiwallah laundry sadists, making particularly good Kodak moments.

A good shower and lunch at the Hotel Temple on the Ganges (take lunch on the roof for an incredible view of Varanasi, but in the shade!), and this ends my last full day in Varanasi, a place that held onto me and wouldn't let me go.

If you ever come to India, you must come to Varanasi, and boat and walk among the ghats. Simply existing in Varanasi is meditation, at least along the ghats, where Shiva is to be found most readily. I feel really in synch with India now, despite being white boy with money, and a moving target for touts. I am settled in and now ready for a tour of Rajasthan, via my last stand in the pollution of Delhi. Wish my lungs luck, please!


Delhi, Once Again...

Page 12.