In solitude there is hearing. Speak to your soul,
listen to your heart. Sometimes in absence of noise we find answers. But has
anyone ever heard pin drop silence? The sound of the cold places without any
fan or A/C? No, not the wind, just silence. That’s what I slept to last night
and woke up next morning trying to figure out where was I and what was I doing
here all alone with a vacant bunk bed staring back at me. For a moment I
thought I was dreaming, but the cold weather and temple bells got me on my feet
and straight to the window. The view was just overwhelming, the gongs of bells
in different temples, green clad mountains echoing the bell rings back at you
and the majestic unhurried river Ganga flowing from one end to another. I
decided to take a better view of this scene and darted to terrace, that’s when
I realised it was very windy and I was not in proper layers to resist it but I
was swayed by the beauty and persisted for next 5 minutes.
After not so hot shower I was still thinking about
which side of the Jhulla should I start walking from and the morning
receptionist (fairly better than the night ACP Pradyuman receptionist) showed
me one of their walls which had the entire map of things to see in Rishikesh
painted on it. I decided to go Ram Jhulla first and get to other side of it
check out the other side, then head back and do a small hike to a waterfall,
see if I had enough time to checkout Beatles ashram post lunch in Pyramid Café
one of the must visit places on trip advisor and finally Triveni ghats in the
evening. But before anything it was important to get stuffed with some nice
wholesome breakfast, the Bunk Stay café is rooftop with nice and cosy seating
arrangement. I saw two guys next to me having maggi, so I was tempted to eat
maggi and a coleslaw sandwich half of which I packed for the hike. Travel turns
me into chatterbox, the guy I came in with last night was on breakfast table as
well and another gap year Brazilian law student spending his vacation around
mountains of India, I put all my Spanish together and spoke to him in Spanish
for 10 mins and in return he says “No entiendo” (I don’t understand) he
explained that Brazilians unlike other Latin America inhabitants speak
Portuguese. Waste! Switched back to English, I told them about my plans to go
around and hike, they seemed interested and decided to accompany me on the
hike.
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Mighty Ram Jhulla |
Seemed like I was showing them around, none of them
remembered the routes and I was literally making them walk from one point to
another in my attempts to find places to see, different routes, different
scenery, different babaji’s every time. The waterfall hike was a hype there was
no waterfall just a stream of water flowing across the mountain, we passed by
it and yet we didn’t realise this could be it, we kept walking and after a
point we were heading to a highway that’s when we decided to stop and ask
someone for the way, one stranger said this highway goes straight to kedarnath
and I was in no mood for all that padyatra, the only thing I could do was give the
receptionist piece of my mind. Everything I had on my list was either at
opposite ends or in hiding. The Pyramid Café specially was playing “hot or
cold” with me, nobody could have imagined this place to be somewhere on top of
a hill and road to this café was through an extremely narrow (can be easily
missed) lane between two shops. In the mountains you have to climb for all
basic necessities roti, kapda or makan everything. By the time we climbed up to
café pyramid the monsters in my stomach were already fighting, but that was
only the climb I guess we over-ordered and could hardly finish one platter
completely. Rishikesh should be declared the yoga city, every lane, every step
you will find yoga and meditation schools, you may not find chemist or a general store but you will definitely find a yoga school. Now walk to Beatles ashram is
for sure walk to a ghastly place, apart from Beatles cave the entire place is a
ruin. I could hardly imagine how Beatles stayed here for 3 months, surely high
on drugs because the entire place is a forest cover with lots of wild animals and
even after all these years looks terrifying. I was trying to time travel to this
place in 1976, could only imagine leopards, tigers and wild elephants, that’s
when we saw a wild elephant on rampage, gone completely insane and charging on the trees. The
ashram guard shouted back at me atleast thrice not to go anywhere near that
place.
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Two is company! |
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Ganga Ghats at Ramjhulla |
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Tapovan |
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Looking for waterfall! |
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Enroute Kedarnath! |
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The Parmarth Ganga |
It was almost 4 pm and the Ganga aarti began at 5:30
pm we decided to head back to other side of Ram Jhulla. A piece of advice if
you want to go to Triveni Ghat from Ram Jhulla always look for share rickshaw
as they barely charge 10 bucks per person, do not fall prey to thug
rickshawalas who charge 100 bucks. I am not at all a spiritual person and I
oppose the idea of floating diyas in water and calling Ganga as Ganga Maiya or
drinking its water because people consider it holy, but more than the chaos of
aarti and spirituality, the warmth of lights and harmony in which the pandits
swirled the diyas was astounding. It was so much like symphony; the
synchronisation comes with experience I believe. More than anything I just wished for that harmony in my life. Please check out this link for my video of entire Ganga aarti: https://youtu.be/BjnhlOhWHe0
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Let the aarti begin! |
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Save Ganga |
Tonight I was ready for receptionist’s fun-tip,
although I wasn’t hungry but I was somehow high on energy and present in the café to have some
fun, one of the helper boys in café sang really well, we made him sing almost
all Arijit Singh songs, tried my luck at ludo and carrom but I guess I suck at
indoor games as well, what kind of a person loses a ludo match? Shame! Sulking
at my defeat I did one thing I am good at “Storytelling”, I told them all sort
of stories starting from Panchatantra to Cinderella to Desi Ghost stories, felt
like I was telling stories to 5 year olds. C’mon who doesn’t know the Cinderella
story? Sigh! I think I talked their ears off and put them to sleep, as i could see my audience yawning and escaping. I pray next
time I have a bit literature savvy audience.
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