a sadhu is a wandering monk who has renowned all the worldy pleasures
in search of peace and satisfaction often termed as eternal salvation. IN an
ashram up the reva ghat was a sadhu called Mahesh, and he had given up his life
of being an engineer to attain something tha he felt was missing. He told me
the decision was a difficult one, especially as in our country the profession
of a sadhu was usually a trade, a means to earn more, or a fraud. He quotes-
“Sadhu ki jeevan ek jhole
mai hoti hai, maya mai nahi hoti,nahi mandir ya ashram mai, agar ham ana
kalyaan karenge toh desh ka kalian apne aap ho jaega, ham dharm ki raksha kar
rahe hai, sache dharm ki, koi akhada thodi chala rahe hai yeh hamara jogipana
hai!”
Magesh (aghori sadhu)
The city of light-light of life,
not the visual one the one to be felt, the light is our knowledge-that’s the
work of a sadhu. The skull is the symbol of impermanence of life and it is that
last thing that remains before you go back to the earth in the form of ash. And
that’s how death and life are related, impermanent. A cycle of death and life
is what we have to understand in life. Nature has to balance itself with us.
One has to go for another to arrive. We are taught sharing within the basics of
nature, while growing up we forget it.
Striking a conversation is one of the most difficult when it
comes to strangers and people who are so culturally rich and vibrant. But I
knew if I had to get to the crux of this city it was the people of Banaras who
could help me with it. I did not want this trip to be like one for the tourist,
but this was a city of my country and I wanted to be a part of it, hence
building a relation with the people was the main idea to get to know the city
better. After loads of talking, rather than questioning just being inquisitive
helped. Questioning someone who belongs to a place is offensive and the latter
doesn’t really take an interested but being a part of them and then talking is
one of the skills that I was taught by my facilitator. Many stories and many riddles helped me form
my basic image of this city of light.
All what we see is an illusion, “MAYA” it attracts us but it
is not permanent. This is what –M.P Kesri ji told me, he is man of mid-thirties,
born and brought up in Banaras, even has studied and graduated from Banaras
Hindu University, owns a luggage shop opposite the lane to Lanka gate. A wise
man with such inspirational talks and rather open enough to share with me all
his knowledge. I spent about two and half hours with him, and his story is the
one that gave me an insight to my further research in Banaras.
“MAYA HI MOKSH
KA KARAN HAI “ GYAAN
KHAN AG HAAN KAR
MOH HI DUKH KA
KARAN HAI” MAHA MUKH
MAHIDAAN”
I was educated by Kesri ji about the history of Kashi, its
identity being religion, and all its beliefs including the architecture a
result of mythology. The city sustains itself on the beliefs of the people. The
story of ‘Satyawadi Harishchandra’, one of the attendants in the court of the
ruling Raja of Kashi, and was appointed with the duty to bear taxes on the dead
bodies, and at the time of his childs death, he did not even spare his own wife
but asked her for the tax to which she tore the saree piece in which she had
wrapped the kid and handed over it to her husband, hence he quotes-
TEENO LOK SE
NYARI HAI KASHI
SUGYAAN DHARM
AUR SATYA KI RAASHI
YAHA KI HAI EK
PAVITRA SHIKSHA
KI SATYA KI
RAKHSA FIR ATMA RAKSHA
It means that this holy land, Prachinatam nagar, will teach
a lesson for life, that truth is the essence of living and then you. He spoke
with a sense of pride and love for this city, his belonginess to the city was
not just Gangaji but much more than that. He in his own manner calls the city
as ‘sanskritik rajdhani’ of India, where education is taught in the home
itself, no where else will you see children still reading and learning the
ved/vedas but Kashi. Aadhunik shiksha is what he feels one gets from the city
itself.
One of the most interesting things that I learnt from
talking to Kesri ji was , his idea of a change. I asked him about his favourite
thing about this city and he told me, this city is a crazy one and the people
here are the craziest of its kind. That is what makes this city, and that is
what the outsiders come to see it. It has developed over the years but the fact
that we manage to sustain its essence is because our system here is our
culture. IT’S A CULTURE HERE SYSTEM ELSEWHERE. System is required to keep a
city in order but we have made our culture our system and that’s what you come
to see here and that’s what you like about this city. My city.
“AGAR JYADA
SYSTEM FOLLOW KAR LIYA TOH YEH KASHI NAHI SANTIAGO BAN JAEGA BITIYA”
MP Kesri ji and his words of wisdom.
A quote I once read by Sir Walt Whitman said “ I exist as I
am, and that’s enough” is something that related to me, of how comparative we
are in today’s world and greed and the materialism has overpowered every
feeling and all that remains are useless aimless goals to achieve! L We have become the one
dimensional man in this three dimensional world.
The city is old, the city is new. Its both at the same time and more..It has a palimpsest like quality,with one difference all the layers of signs can be seen at the same place at the same time.
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