Thursday, November 20, 2014

Varanasi

Tuesday - Wednesday, 18 - 19 November 2014, Varanasi

BeeBee has wanted to see the Ganges at Varanasi for a long time. It is a "must see" in India for tourists as well as for every Hindu

To die and be cremated on the banks of the Ganges is the wish of every Hindu. Second best is to be cremated elsewhere with the ashes sprinkled on the Ganges at a later time. Varanasi is a city of death, with cremations every day on two of the ghats (steps). (Pati and BeeBee were told by several people that there were 600 cremations a day, but other sources say an average of 80 a day. This number is more consistent with what they saw, i.e., 12 at the two sites.) The major business of the city is death (the second is the manufacture of silk products), as families bring their departed, buy the burial cloths, carry the wrapped bodies through the city streets to the banks of the Ganges (e.g., on top of a tuk-tuk), buy the firewood, build the funeral pyre, perform the required rituals, and finally light the fire itself. Only men can take part in the cremation ceremony. The family waits until the body is comsumed or until 3 hours are passed. The time limit is due to the large demand for funeral pyres and the smaller amount of space on the ghats. The parts of the body taking the longest amount of time to burn are the scapula for men and the pelvis for women. Any bone material not consumed by the fire in the time allowed is doused with Ganges water and then placed into the Ganges by the closest male relative.The remaining charred wood and outer burial wrap are collected by untouchables and taken away.

There is an electric crematorium at the site of the smaller of the burning ghats, but for various reason (e.g., maintenance problems, religious beliefs, denigration by the firewood salesman that would lose money) is rarely used. According to a news story in 2012, cremation by electric crematorium costs about 500 rupees (less than $10 USD) while traditional cremation costs 5000 to 6000 rupees. Electric cremation is also better for the health of the Ganges.

The itinerary for Varanasi included both an evening cruise and a morning cruise on the Ganges. Tuesday evening after dark, Pati and BeeBee observed cremations on the larger ghat (Manikarnika Ghat) from the boat, and then returned to the launch point to watch the Ganges Aarti (a religious ceremony with 12 priests-in-training simultaneously performing the same set of rituals). Early Wednesday morning, they first observed most of the ritual for the cremation of a small adult at the smaller cremation ghat (Harish Chandra Ghat); as soon as the fire was lit, they left to observe a spectacular sunrise. Their guide is an amateur photographer (on Facebook: Kashi on Lotus) and helped them compose pictures integrating the rising sun, other boats, birds, and reflections in the Ganges.  The guide bought small bags of seeds from a passing boat vendor and used them to attract birds to fight for the seeds on the water: this made excellent photo-taking opportunities.

The complete itinerary was to be completed over three days: the afternoon of the first day, the whole second  day, and the morning of the third day before the outgoing flight.  It was a packed itinerary and the guide completed it by 4 pm of the second day, skipping lunch. Pati and BeeBee didn't mind, since the Ganges itself was their main interest. For completeness on the blog, we shall say that they also visited the Hindu University at Benares, the Mother India temple (containing only a huge marble map of India), and the Buddist city of Sarnath. And took a city tour. And visited several shops.

On Tuesday morning, the guide told BeeBee that her accent was hard to understand, but she was probably understood back home. On Tuesday afternoon, he told Pati the same thing. This might explain why he had difficulty answering questions at times. And why he seemed to give up at some point on Tuesday afternoon.





Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Varanasi funeral pyres

Tuesday, 18 November 2014, Varanasi

The dead are cremated 24 hours per day, seven days a week in Varanasi. Six hundred bodies are cremated here each day.  A person cremated in Varanasi is believed to end the circle of life and avoid further reincarnation. Five types of persons may not be cremated: priests, infants, lepers, pregnent women, and persons killed by a snake. A family is given three hours to complete cremation. If the cremation is incomplete at that time, the remains are placed in the river. Each fire in the photo is a separate cremation.

Manikarnika Ghat

Delhi - Indira Gandhi International Airport

Tuesday, 18 November 2014, Delhi and Varanasi

Pati and BeeBee were up early today to catch the flight from Delhi to Varanasi. They pared down their travel luggage, since they will be returning to the same hotel in Delhi on Thursday, and left the unneeded luggage at the hotel. On Thursday, they can merge their luggage back together for the flight home on Friday.

A representative from the travel company accompanied them to the airport, and left them at the entrance to Terminal 1. They checked in at the SpiceJet counter and exchanged their voucher for boarding passes. While waiting to put their carry-on luggage on the screening belt for the security check, the guard noticed that they were going to Varanasi and became quite chatty with Pati, advising him which temples to visit. Similarly, when BeeBee was going through the pat down that all women passengers get (in a separate small room screened by curtains), the female guard was quite matter-of-fact until she saw Varanasi on the boarding pass; then she, too, became friendly and advised BeeBee what temples to visit.

Once beyond security, they went to locate their gate (Gate 12). The gate and many others were downstairs, so they went down to wait. Once there, it was apparent that there was no place to sit, and besides, their boarding time was more than one hour away. In addition, at the entrance to the roped-off line to their gate was a sign: "You are in silent zone. There are no flight announcements." They walked back upstairs, past a man talking on a cellphone beside a sign stating that cellphones were prohibited in that area, to the general seating area and found seats. BeeBee listened to all announcements, listening carefully for their flight number and the word Varanasi.  All of the announcements seemed to be coming from far away. Investigating, BeeBee learned that flight announcements were actually only broadcast in the silent zone.

When the time got closer to the boarding time listed on their boarding passes, Pati and BeeBee went downstairs again, resigned to waiting standing up until boarding was called. (The flight had already been delayed once.)  Pati tried to get close to the electronic sign for their flight, which was inside the roped-off area and had small print difficult to read. One of the airline employees approached Pati, who asked when boarding would begin. An announcement would be made at 9 am, she said. They waited until 9 am, when BeeBee observed other passengers entering the boarding line. Without making an announcement, the employee had simply changed the electronic sign to say "boarding."  Pati and BeeBee quickly got in line and were soon headed to the first of two shuttle buses. Reaching the plane, they were among the first to board.  It was important to get on as quickly as possible, because they were seated in row 1, which (a) has no row ahead of it to stuff bags under and (b) has the most popular overhead storage bin on the plane, grabbed by the first person who needs just that extra bit of space for storing his/her excessive possessions. Luckily, the overhead bin was still empty, except for items belonging to the flight attendant, who preferred that bin to the storage provided in the flight attendant area. Pati quickly stowed their bags in the bin, and they settled in to watch the rest of the passengers board and search for overhead space.

Interesting fact about Indian domestic flights: Indian ladies fly holding their large purses on their laps. They are not required to stow them anywhere.

The flight left about 15 minutes after the already-delayed departure time. The flight was uneventful. When the flight arrived at the terminal, Pati and BeeBee were the first passengers off the plane. Since all their luggage was carry-on, they walked straight through the terminal and outside, where they were greeted by their local travel representative and taken to their homestay, Ashray Homestay.


Delhi Metro Ride

Monday, 17 November 2014, Delhi  

Pati wants a temple bell for the garden at home. He and BeeBee had a free afternoon in Delhi and decided to shop for one. The travel agency suggested a shopping area called Hauz Kauz. They hired a tuk-tuk at their hotel and off they went. When they got to the shopping area, they walked up and down looking for a store selling bells. They found a lot of restaurants but no bell stores. BeeBee suggested having a meal since they had not had lunch. Given Pati's current love of Indian food they found an American style diner call Filthy Garage (or something like that) and ordered sloppy joes (veg since Pati didn't know what had become of the dead rat they saw in Phalodi).

 After the meal, Pati asked the server if they sold bells in Hauz Kauz. He said "No. Here is  mainly restaurants." Pati, still wanting a bell, asked where they did sell bells. The server asked his manager, the manager told the server, and the server told Pati "Connaught Place." Pati asked the server if this was far and the server brought up an app on his cell phone showing that it was only 14 minutes away via a nearby metro. The ride only cost 15 rupees! Pati left a 370 rupee tip and he and BeeBee were off.  

They found another tuk-tuk driver who wanted 150 rupees for the trip to the nearby metro. As they started off, another person hopped in the front seat and the driver cranked up his stereo to ear splitting levels. He started hacking as he drove (Pati suppose it was a touch of ebola) and BeeBee made Pati pay with exact change (since one needs small bills to tip one's way out of a restroom, Pati and BeeBee had to hold it for the rest of the evening). The driver dropped Pati and BeeBee almost within sight of the unmarked metro entrance, but they found it anyway. A little hand sanitizer and they were off.
Pati and BeeBee found the booth that sold metro tokens and, after a few dozen Indians pushed their way ahead of them, it was their turn. They got tokens and were told to go to Track 2. There were quite a few people on the platform but no more than at home during rush hour. After a few minutes, a train came. It was quite full, but Pati and BeeBee squeezed in. At each stop more and more Indians squeezed in until it started to become difficult to breath. Then more Indians squeezed in, and then more and more. And then more Indians squeezed in. It was the worst crush of people that Pati and BeeBee had ever been in. When they reached their stop it was impossible to get off. No one moved and even more Indians were pushing on. Pati managed to get a hand on the door by reaching his arm over quite a few Indians. He hope that the train would not move with an open door (it is India - it was only a hope). Pati and BeeBee pushed, shoved, and yelled ("Out! Out!") and finally made it out the door. An Indian man who had been on the train with them and also made it out laughed and said to them, "You will remember this for the rest of your life."  The crush of people had been so great that the reading glasses in Pati's pocket were broken.  

When they made it to the surface, the store selling the bell was no where to be seen and Pati and BeeBee were lost. They wanted a tuk-tuk or a taxi to take them to a  bell store or back to their hotel, they didn't care which so long as they didn't have to ride the metro again.   They couldn't find a tuk-tuk at the metro stop but saw several a block away. The found an Indian couple crossing the street and crossed with them. If a car hit the Indian couple, they would be ad hoc airbags for Pati and BeeBee. However, as startling as it seemed, Pati and BeeBee made it across the street and asked a tuk-tuk driver "How much to Connaught Place?" He said "One hundred and twenty rupees." At that instant, another tuk-tuk driver stuck his head in and said "This guy doesn't speak English. Come with me and I will take you." The latter part of this statement was quite true. He took them to an overpriced shop that, despite his description as a bell lover's paradise, had exactly five bells and ugly ones at that. After a failed attempt to sell Pati and BeeBee what seemed to be a large cow bell, they left the shop. The tuk-tuk driver was still there. After a failed attempt not to get back in the tuk-tuk, Pati agreed to pay 300 rupees to go back to their hotel. As soon as the driver started moving the tuk-tuk, he said "Just one more shop." Before Pati could speak, BeeBee said "No!" The driver didn't take that too well but eventually calmed down and started making small talk like "How much did you pay for your hotel room?"  To everyone's suprise (possibly including the driver), they eventually arrived at the hotel. Pati gave the driver the agreed upon 300 rupees and the driver said "Give me 500." Pati did. Then the driver wanted another 100. Pati gave him that too fully knowing that the driver was a small time criminal. The 600 rupees Pati paid was only half the amount he was willing to pay to get back to the hotel without another metro ride. The driver's big extortion was quite small time. However, to be on the safe side, the driver refused to return the card with Pati and BeeBee's hotel address on it in the hope he can take them for another ride.
Waiting to get on the Delhi metro

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Udaipur - Lake City

Sunday, 16 November 2014, Udaipur

Pati and BeeBee had agreed with their guide and driver that they would be picked up at 9 am by the driver to meet the guide at the city palace to start the day with a tour. Breakfast was scheduled for 7:45 am, which fit nicely with a 9 am start. They finished breakfast with 45 minutes to spare and went to their room for teeth brushing and internetting before meeting the driver. Since the room would be cleaned while they were gone, they also needed to collect their belongings to make cleaning easier for the staff. At 8:30, the owner of the homestay knocked at their door: the guide was here, saying there would be a VIP in town causing traffic problems, could they come earlier? Since they had agreed to meet the guide in town, BeeBee was puzzled, but decided that the potential problem must be serious enough that the guide had come to get them. Finishing their tasks as quickly as possible, they went out to meet the guide at 8:40.  It was not their guide! He was indignant, demanding to know who they were. The owner of the homestay had followed them out. BeeBee told her that the man was not their guide. The owner explained that Pati and BeeBee and the Indian ladies were all clients of the same travel company. The guide made a cellphone call while Pati went down a few steps toward the parking area to check whether Deepak was there. He was, so Pati and BeeBee went down the long flight of steps, listening to two cellphone calls, because the guide and Deepak were both on the phone. Were they talking to each other, BeeBee wondered? She hoped not, because she was not impressed with this guide. Deepak hung up. The guide continued to talk. Whew! Pati and BeeBee got into the car, explaining the mixup to Deepak (why they came out early), and they drove away.  The Indian ladies got to sleep in and the nasty guide would have to fend with the mysterious VIP.

Arriving at the city palace, they waited a few minutes for their guide. They then toured the city palace which towers over the beautiful Lake Pichola and the Jagadish temple beside it. Their guide did a very good job of pointing out the best parts and explaining the architecture and religious aspects of the sights. Pati and BeeBee have been in several temples by now with other guides, yet this guide's explanations were much clearer and understandable. They are quite impressed by him. (Deepak told them later that this guide was much newer at his job -only about a year and a half - and was still excited about his work, while the older guides were stuck in their ways and just recited the same story all the time.) After a 3 pm lunch, they took a boat cruise on Lake Pichola, visiting Jagmandir Palace, the island palace in the middle of the lake. This palace was the inspiration for the Taj Mahal.

Not mentioned in this post are the shopping opportunities interspersed with the sightseeing. The shop keepers were not as aggressive as those promoted by other guides, and so the experience was almost enjoyable.

Following the last tour and shopping, Pati and BeeBee decided that they were too full from lunch for another large meal, and asked their guide and driver to just take them somewhere for dessert in lieu of dinner.  The guide knew of a restaurant with a beautiful garden and took them there; at this point his services were over and goodbyes were said.

After dessert, Deepak drove them back to the homestay, and he was free to get what rest he could before tomorrow. After he takes Pati and BeeBee to the airport tomorrow, he starts driving back to Delhi empty (meaning, with no passengers) to pick up his next tourists for a Golden Triangle tour (Delhi, Agra, Jaipur).  The trip to Delhi will take 15 hours of driving; he will get a few hours of sleep halfway between Udaipur and Delhi. (As he told them a few days ago, "Life is very hard in India.") By the time he gets to Delhi, Pati and BeeBee could very well be in Varanasi (flight tomorrow to Delhi, flight Tuesday to Varanasi). He does not get a break between driving Pati and BeeBee and driving his next passengers; he will not see his family for a long time yet.

5000 Volts

Sunday, 16 November 2014, Udaipur

Jainism is a religion with about four million followers. Jains believe the universe was not created, will not end, and requires no god to maintain it. They believe that the soul is intrinsically pure but is made impure by karma. Jainism has developed techniques they believe can overcome karma.  

Pati and BeeBee listened to a description of this Jainism on a pair of headsets they were issued at a Jain temple.  Jains believe in non-violence, considering all viewpoints, and not using more than is needed. They believe these things in the extreme. For example, they do not eat root vegetables (e.g., potatos and onions) because their harvest may injure micro-organisms (they don't really like eating non-root vegetables but they do -- otherwise Pati couldn't write this blog). They have hospitals for injured rats. Some wear facemasks and sweep ahead of themselves to avoid injury to insects. They will not use milk products or honey because they feel that causes harm to cows and bees.

Jain have monks (male and female) who wander eight months each year. There are two denominations of Jain. (Why does this happen in every religion?) Pati and BeeBee had seen the female monks of one denomination start their annual journey. No shoes, no vehicles, no staying in the same place for very long. You know, monk stuff, something to blog about but no serious culture shock. Today, however, Pati and BeeBee saw a male monk of the Digambara sect. He was strolling down a major city street naked as a jaybird (technically speaking, jaybirds are not naked but the monk was) with no one in the extremely conservatively dressed culture (many women even wear veils) giving the slightest notice. Pati did not get a photo but he did get 5000 volts of culture shock.



17 Listening Points?
Jain Priestesses

From Sardargarh to Udaipur

Saturday, 15 November 2014, Udaipur

Pati and BeeBee left Sardargarh at 9 am so that they could arrive at Ranakpur Temple for its 12 o'clock opening time. They actually arrived a half hour early, so Deepak stopped at an artisans shop by the roadside. Here they watched a demonstration of a craftsman making a dhurrie. These rugs are different from kilims and other rugs because they can be used on either side. Apparently there is jewelry making at that site also, but it was not being demonstrated. In another stall, a man was making sandals, but also not demonstrating the process. There were also tools of every day living just for viewing.  In addition to Pati and BeeBee, there were two women from Australia viewing the procedures and products.

After the stop, they arrived at the temple before crowds were heavy. They got in line behind the same two Australian women and picked up audio guides and proceeded to the temple itself.  This is a very beautiful, active Jain temple. In the very center, where non-Jain could not go, there was a group of Jains worshiping. The temple was built in the 15th century at incredible expense and covers 48,000 square feet. There was strict security both in checking for tickets and what people might be bringing into the temple (no shoes, no leather, no food or liquids - BeeBee is not sure why she was patted down). Also, there were guards watching to make sure that no one took any pictures of any Jain gods: the notice said that they could take away any pictures taken, and there was at least one incident with a guard repeatedly blowing a whistle and pointing at some tourist. But people were taking pictures of just about everything, and it was difficult to determine what would be considered a Jain god. In contrast, at the Jain temple in Phalodi, Pati was allowed to take pictures of anything in the temple.

Back on the road, they stopped after a half hour or so at a restaurant with an Italian name (but no Italian food). The two Australian women were just leaving. Deepak, their driver, said the women had left the temple very soon after entering, so they obviously did not listen to all 17 parts of the audio guide (as Pati and BeeBee did). Pati and BeeBee had a very nice lunch on the outer porch of the restaurant, with beautiful views of the hills. In the same part of the restaurant were some German tourists. One of the German men was finishing his second or third bottle of beer as Pati and BeeBee were eating, and the German group left just before Pati and BeeBee.

Continuing on down the road, they came upon, and stopped to observe, a rural scene of two oxen walking in a circle around a center capstan to raise water, by a series of buckets, from a large deep well. This water then flowed through channels into the newly-planted fields. The oxen were yolked  together, and a slender young man sat on a board seat behind them to urge them to move forward. This seat continued to the other side of the capstan, where there were rocks placed on it as a counterbalance. Several cars of tourists had stopped to watch. In the midst of the picture taking, everyone became aware that the German tourist from the restaurant had displaced the young man on the seat. He immediately fell off the seat backwards, as if in slow motion, and rolled on the ground, unable to stop himself. (The effect of those beers at the restaurant?) Everyone - the other Germans, Pati and BeeBee, Deepak, the farmers, the gypsy children - roared with laughter. The German picked himself up as if nothing had happened, climbed back on the seat, and continued, making a feeble attempt to hit the oxen with the young man's switch to urge them on. The German was much heavier than the young man, so the young man went to the end with the counterbalancing rocks and hung from the end of the board as additional weight (as children do on a see-saw). At this point, a little gypsy girl became aware of Pati and BeeBee and came demanding rupees. They could resist her until she demanded shampoo (and she definitely needed shampoo) and then Pati relented and gave 10 rupees to each of the three Gypsy children. (One little boy promptly stole the rupees from the other little boy, but that was their affair by then...) As soon as Pati gave the "shampoo" girl rupees, she immediately stared at him and demanded "Rupees!"

After this diversion, they continued to Udaipur, where they checked into their homestay, Devran Udaipur. The local representative met them there, and they mapped out their activities for their visit. At 5 pm, they drove to the old part of the city to meet their guide. He led them through the market, observing fruits, grains, spices, and teas. After this, they drove back to their home stay. At 7 pm, they joined a group of Indian women to watch a cultural show of music and dancing. These women were occupying the rest of the homestay, and were celebrating a 50th anniversary (perhaps they had gone through school together as children?), and were a fun group to be around. Pati and BeeBee had a wonderful dinner at 8 pm; the Indian women appeared to be partying outside. Then internetting and to bed.