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The People of India and the City of Varanasi

Of all the cultures I’ve managed to see around the world, India truly stands out as one that offers the most diverse people in the world. Not only is the country defined by a divided religion, but its people are completely alienated by the gulf in riches between the classes.

Just from the two and a half weeks of travelling through the Northern stretches of India, down from Amritsar to Kolkata, its volatility was striking. The North Eastern region of Punjab, central to Sikhism, demonstrated the power of wealth, where gold and land is king, the rich served hand and foot by those lower in the society. Huge plains would be desolate, overgrown with charred shrubs and burnt out grass, the dust sweeping up off the ground from the side-sweeping winds. The only elements that broke the view of the horizon were the plots of land with arenaceous roads leading up the high walls concealing rich mansions or palaces within – the barriers preventing the distribution of wealth to the local communities.

Dwellings - Punjab, India

Dwellings – Punjab, India


The Plains of Ludhiana - Punjab, India

The Plains of Ludhiana – Punjab, India


Real Estate - Ludhiana, India

Real Estate – Ludhiana, India


Homeless Dog - India

Homeless Dog – India


Pot Washer - Ludhiana - India

Pot Washer – Ludhiana – India

The Golden Temple at Amritsar showed off the treasures of the Sikh religion with its beautifully gold plated façade, but for this city, although the riches weren’t distributed in monetary terms, it was instead shared through the power of its religious core. Those of lower class, although evidently poor, showed riches in their devotion to the afterlife. The people were united in warmth and gratitude.

From there, the ugly side of society reared its face in Agra – the tourist haven for those visiting the spectacular Taj Mahal. The wealth again preserves itself within the walls of this great Palace, away from the local community on the outside, one scratching at survival, willing to cheat and deceit outsiders for a chance of a better life. One would assume religion here would be as powerful as the Golden Temple, but this seemed to elude its people here, the black Yamuna River depicting the town’s darkness and lack of being.

The most incredible train journey from Agra to Varanasi then brought with it evidence of India’s repugnant bureaucratic face. With invalid train tickets bought online, each member of staff sat seamlessly unwitting to our situation as we tried to board a 12-hour train at 1am. The attendants one by one would move us on to the next, unwilling to help us at all. The language barrier was apparent, but nobody came forward to help us out. It was a free for all as people dashed around in a frenzy, selfishly going about their business without due care. As we faced the umpteenth uncooperative attendant who simply threw the tickets back in our faces before physically turning his back to us and saying, “it isn’t my job”, we just had to gamble by jumping on board the train anyway. We sat by the stinking toilets in the uncomfortable gangways of the train carriages, sheltering ourselves from the cold air outside and for the next few hours, were met by the most inhuman of attendants who kept repeating to us that our tickets were invalid.

Cramped on the Train - Agra to Varanasi, India

Cramped on the Train – Agra to Varanasi, India


Luxury Train Seat - Agra to Varanasi, India

Luxury Train Seat – Agra to Varanasi, India


Train Air Conditioning - Agra to Varanasi, India

Train Air Conditioning – Agra to Varanasi, India

As much as we explained that that we would pay for the second time (seeing as they had taken money out of my account already from the online purchase) he refused time and time again to help us out, accusing us of bunking the train. After 5 hours, half the people on the train got off, freeing up plenty of space and beds, but this still didn’t coax the guard into letting us stay on. Instead, he threw our bags off the train as it was about to leave the station, forcing us off into a town called Kanpur in the middle of nowhere at 6am.

Kanpur Station Taken on Canon Ixus 50 - India

Kanpur Station Taken on Canon Ixus 50 – India

We were the only white people in the town, one that was completely impoverished. All we could do was dash off to the nearest hotel whilst groups of people followed us through the town, praying that we would make it safely. And in complete contrast to all this aggravation, the porter of a hotel nearby managed to help us hire a cab for the rest of the journey to Varanasi.

Landing there sent us into another world of intrigue. Throughout the stay here all aspects of what we had witnessed bear fruit to us again. The streets upon arrival were full of people crazily rushing around the narrow back streets lined with kiosks selling all kinds of gold and haberdashery, flowers and food.

Street Life - Varanasi, India

Street Life – Varanasi, India


Back Streets of Varanasi, India

Back Streets of Varanasi, India


Back Streets of Varanasi, India

Back Streets of Varanasi, India


Local Flower Stall - Varanasi, India

Local Flower Stall – Varanasi, India

Even slaughter shops could be seen as we moved on through the town, with chickens put to slaughter right in full view of the streets. People seemed to be scrambling around, bartering with each other before moving on to the next. Survival was still clearly a predominant factor of life. Within the melee, army officers would gaze out as if in charge of the ensuing chaos, ready to strike at anything unruly.

Local Police Force - Varanasi, India

Local Police Force – Varanasi, India


Security - Varanasi, India

Security – Varanasi, India

Once dropped off in the centre of town by the taxi, a local took us down the backstreets to our hostel on the banks of the River Ganges for a few rupees – a journey that passed through excrement at every turn, one that we again hoped would have a happy outcome. Fortunately, the local was true to his word and offered us his services in return for a just reward. There was no scheming. Just one man helping out another.

Suddenly, we then entered a completely different world. The deeply religious heart of Varanasi revealed itself off the back its unruly back streets.

River Ganges - Varanasi, India

River Ganges – Varanasi, India


Ganges Embankment - Varanasi, India

Ganges Embankment – Varanasi, India

Here, the kindness and honesty of its peoples lined the banks of the Ganges and presented to us a reality that completely juxtaposed it from what the experiences of the past few days. People were peaceful and caring, often approachable and helpful. Many would sit along the embankment at prayer or simply to contemplate.

Locals Chatting to the Visitors - Varanasi, India

Locals Chatting to the Visitors – Varanasi, India


Old Man Praying - Varanasi, India

Old Man Praying – Varanasi, India


Two Men Praying - Varanasi, India

Two Men Praying – Varanasi, India

There were even conversations struck up with some of the locals down at the Dashashwamedh Ghat in the evening at one of the Agni Pooja ceremonies (Worship to Fire) in which a dedication is made to the Lord Shiva, River Ganges, the Sun and the Universe. A Ghat, by the way, is a series of steps on the embankment leading to the River Ganges.

Varanasi Ghat - India

Varanasi Ghat – India


Ghats of the River Ganges - Varanasi, India

Ghats of the River Ganges – Varanasi, India


Dashashwamedh Ghat - Varanasi, India

Dashashwamedh Ghat – Varanasi, India

One character we met was a very smart 14-year old boy selling postcards, his English as every bit as good as my own, chatting away about his background and intrigued as to what ours was. Another interesting character was an elderly man who was simply interested in who we were and the reasons for our visit to Varanasi. Both people were welcoming and pleasant.

Elderly Local with Hannah - Varanasi, India

Elderly Local with Hannah – Varanasi, India

Along the embankment, kite runners would sit in peace. Highly sacred cows would wander aimlessly through the streets.

Kite Runners - Varanasi, India

Kite Runners – Varanasi, India


Animal Kingdom - Varanasi, India

Animal Kingdom – Varanasi, India

Lining the embankment would also be many shrines or places of worship. And what was strange about these places, was that the opportunistic characters would sit waiting like a snake ready to pounce on its prey. You couldn’t take a casual look around without feeling a hand in your pocket clasping at your wallet. This was also later evidently true as we sought out the famous crematoriums. Families would go on pilgrimage to Varanasi to lay to rest their loved ones in the River Ganges after a deep spiritual cleansing of the soul. For this, the body would be wrapped in special linen and then strapped to planks of wood previously bought off a local supplier. The body would then be brought to the edge of the River to be washed – a final cleansing the soul before being cremated. The body when then be placed on the burning fires in the open for everybody to see. This was a powerful experience, one that from our cultural perspective seemed wrong to share, but from theirs, completely acceptable. It was a deeply emotional moment, one that brought religion, the human soul and the Earth together. From our viewpoint, we were standing in a refuge for lepers and those who travelled to Varanasi to die. Deeply unnerving, the snakes were ready again to pounce on the outsiders, an experience that forced us out quickly into the streets with a weird sensation.

Outside the rituals, all along the stretches of the River Ganges, people would be busy selling all sorts of things to locals and visitors alike, with others manually working. Others would simply rest or bathe in the River. By night, boats would sleep silently on the calm surface whilst local sacred animals took refuge where they could.

Early Morning Bath - Varanasi, India

Early Morning Bath – Varanasi, India


Boat Maker - Varanasi, India

Boat Maker – Varanasi, India


Child Food Seller - Varanasi, India

Child Food Seller – Varanasi, India


Men at Rest - Varanasi, India

Men at Rest – Varanasi, India


Sleeping Sheep - Ghats of Varanasi by Night, India

Sleeping Sheep – Ghats of Varanasi by Night, India


Sleeping Boats - Varanasi, India

Sleeping Boats – Varanasi, India

The atmosphere in Varanasi was somewhat distinguished by the arrival of Holi Week. This is the celebration of the passing of winter into spring at the end of February. Holi Week is a chance for people to completely relax in a world of colour and celebration.

Holi Week Painted Man - Varanasi, India

Holi Week Painted Man – Varanasi, India

Colour is the most important element of the festivities; it needs to be everywhere – on the skin, in the hair, on clothes, on buildings, on the streets, on the passing cows, everywhere! The colour comes from a mixture of “tika” powder and water. On the evening of the full moon, bonfires would be lit to signify the destruction of the holy demon Holika, and gave everybody a chance to drink and party the night away.

The Burning of Holika - Holi Week - Varanasi, India

The Burning of Holika – Holi Week – Varanasi, India

So, even amongst the deeply sacred practices, the bureaucracy, the leeches and scammers who patrol the streets, the rich and the poor, the sick and healthy, people still didn’t forget the heart of humanity – the creation of community and the chance for people to come together to share experiences together. It’s in these celebrations like everywhere in the world that the ugly side to life is put to one side. The diversity of humanity being left behind.

Further Reading on Varanasi and Holi Week

 
Varanasi City Tourist Guide
http://www.varanasicity.com/

All About India – Ganges River
http://www.all-about-india.com/India-Ganges-River.html/

Holi Festival
http://www.holifestival.org/

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The Town of Agra and The Taj Mahal

One of the biggest things I was looking forward to was the visit of the Taj Mahal in Agra – one of the great modern Wonders of the World. What I didn’t expect was that it brought with it a unique and contrasting experience to the visit of the Golden Temple of Amritsar, together with a stomach-crunching introduction to the complex connotations of poverty.

One thing that has always played with my mind is the way poverty is defined. Some aspects of society will link poverty to money which in turn links to happiness. But what does poverty actually mean? Poverty and money don’t necessarily have a direct link. You can be wealthy, but poorly enriched. You can be financially poor, but lead rich lives. Agra ended up being one of the first places on my travels that I came into conflict with what poverty really means.

As planned, Roberto, Jon, Hannah and I were picked up after breakfast at 8am by taxi for a 600km journey to the magnificent Taj Mahal in Agra. We were due to take another train to Agra from New Delhi, but traditional Friday prayers at the mausoleum meant that we had to jump in a cab instead.

Cow at Breakfast Caught on Canon IXUS 50 - New Delhi, India

Cow at Breakfast Caught on Canon IXUS 50 – New Delhi, India

The drive down to Agra was another torrent affair. Jon was unfortunately initiated to the front passenger seat on our first car journey between New Delhi and Ludhiana when we arrived in India, and for some inexplicable reason, took up the baton again. With Roberto, Hannah and I sat in the back snoozing happily; Jon’s fingernails were etching ever more into the dashboard in front of him. The Indian Highway Code relied heavily on two things – brakes and horns. If there was any kind of Indian MOT (automobile road safety test), then there would only be two fat boxes to tick. This car was tested out fully. But, it failed on brakes.

Our peaceful sleep in the back of the car was stopped abruptly about half way to Agra when our cabbie, whom we named “Drives”, decided to put on his gloves for a “Destruction Derby” type mission.

Drives - Agra, India

Drives – Agra, India

I was jolted out of my snooze to a terrified-looking Jon as we had evidently just swerved out of the way of a stationary cow in the middle of the road. Drives then proceeded to put his foot down to make up lost time in an apparent traffic jam whilst leaving New Delhi. All that was missing were some duelling banjos as we started to play chicken with anything that crossed our path. Drives was obviously capable of reading signs as we came bumper to bumper with huge trucks displaying, “Use Your Horn”, something he took up with ease. It was a shame it didn’t have a sign next to it saying, “Keep Your Distance”. At speeds of 120 kilometres per hour, he would duck in and out of the backs of trucks and cars in the hope that there was a gap to overtake. With complete lack of acceleration, Drives would take all necessary risks to get past any obstacle, often with ensuing cars coming head on at us. At points, the road would somehow fit 5 or 6 cars into a two-lane contraflow. We even had to tackle the puzzle combination of truck, car and cow; instead of braking in behind, Drives would choose to put his foot down and, at the last ditch, veer off the edge of the road, throwing dust and mud up behind us, the back-end swerving, jumping and trying to keep upright on the road. Even when we begged him to slow down (as we’d rather live than be an hour or so later on arrival), he would check to see if we had succumbed to our naps again before continuing on his death defying driving.

After five hours, we arrived in Agra a little bit more stressed out than planned. And what we pulled into was one of the worst places I have ever visited.

Streets of Agra Captured on Canon IXUS 50, India

Streets of Agra Captured on Canon IXUS 50, India

Donkey Walk Captured on Canon IXUS 50 - Agra, India

Donkey Walk Captured on Canon IXUS 50 – Agra, India

One thing I learnt is that we aren’t appreciative enough about the luxuries we have back home, but at the same time, we’ve lost the importance of “being” that gets overloaded by material possessions we have. I have witnessed the importance of “being” in many areas of the world that simply choose to ignore the privileges of the industrial world – as I continue to write about my experiences, this will be plain to see. But for Agra, this place was a classifiable shit-hole. Ironically, it’s a place that completely contrasts the beauty of the Taj Mahal at its banks. The streets were grimy and dusty, with excrement everywhere.

Excrement in Streets Captured on Canon IXUS 50 - Agra, India

Excrement in Streets Captured on Canon IXUS 50 – Agra, India

People were sheltered by half-completed breezeblock apartments and corrugated iron, lacking windows, doors, or any kind of hospitable necessities. Others would dwell in shacks. People in the streets were desperate; much so that they were extremely over bearing and unwelcoming in their attitudes. You really felt at unease around them as they tried to leech off you and trick you in every way.

Locals In Debate - Agra, India

Locals In Debate – Agra, India

There was no humility about it, no manner of hiding it. And you could completely understand why. Here, amidst the crumbling of social deprivation, a striking famous landmark would attract hordes of tourists from around the world, the government cashing- in on its obvious attraction. On the outskirts, its people would rot away in the quagmires, scrapping for survival as the funds from the tomb are swallowed up, undistributed to the local community.

Street Toilet - Agra, India

Street Toilet – Agra, India

The River Yamuna, an angry pitch-black border, would divide the Taj Mahal and the desolate city nearby.

Embankment of Agra, India

Embankment of Agra, India

Even the hotel we stayed in was falling apart – it didn’t even cash-in on the possibility of tourist money. Roberto and Jon’s room was infested with cockroaches, and many others the same. Luckily for Hannah and I, we were checked into a recently sterilised room. But we realised later that the lack of investment in the town meant that tourists weren’t staying. They would come from New Delhi, and then leave immediately. And you could see why. Even if you tried to interact with the locals, you felt at disquiet doing so. They needed money from the outside, yet didn’t make outsiders feel welcome. No one seemed interested in investing funds into the city.

Local Businessman Captured on Canon IXUS 50 - Agra, India

Local Businessman Captured on Canon IXUS 50 – Agra, India

Local Haberdasher Captured on Canon IXUS 50 - Agra, India

Local Haberdasher Captured on Canon IXUS 50 – Agra, India

Away from the austerity of Agra, we escaped to the conflicting solace of the Taj Mahal, a true modern Wonder of the World.

Darwaza of the Taj Mahal - Agra, India

Darwaza of the Taj Mahal – Agra, India

Upon passing through the Darwaza, the majestic red sandstone main gateway, your eyes would then fixate upon the spectacular white marble walls of the huge mausoleum.

Taj Mahal - Agra, India

Taj Mahal – Agra, India

Once you get your mind off the myriad of tourists surrounding it, you can’t help but transfix yourself on its sheer size, on first appearance dwarfing St Paul’s Cathedral in London.

Taj Mahal - Agra, India

Taj Mahal – Agra, India

It sits tall, proud and elegant in amongst the beautiful surrounding Bageecha gardens. It almost appears floating in the sky.

Most of the day was spent just wandering the gardens whilst taking the site in, making full use of the camera, recording the ever-changing colours of the façade as daylight shifted.

Sunset on the Taj Mahal - Agra, India

Sunset on the Taj Mahal – Agra, India

The Dome of the Taj Mahal - Agra, India

The Dome of the Taj Mahal – Agra, India

Incredibly enough, although the tomb is sprawling, the actual crypt itself is quite small, with a couple of mid-sized chambers by its side.

We felt it strange that although there are traditional prayers on Fridays which closes the site to tourists, it didn’t seem overly religious, probably owing to the overbearing amount of tourists. We didn’t see any locals praying at all, in complete dissimilarity to the experiences of the Golden Temple of Amritsar. The Golden Temple was a much more touching and important experience, one that leaves a mark on you, one that makes you think and self-assess. It has its own unique physical beauty, but the religious experience surrounding it completely outweighs what you take away from the Taj Mahal itself. Don’t get me wrong, the Taj Mahal is fascinating and an incredible work of art that should be visited. But its potency here is that upon leaving its astonishing grounds to confront Agra once more, it forces you to try and surmise how two worlds divided by apparent wealth can also both lack the richness of being…

Local Gardener - Taj Mahal, Agra, India

Local Gardener – Taj Mahal, Agra, India

Further Reading on Agra and The Taj Mahal

 
Taj Mahal Tourist Information
http://www.tajmahal.org.uk//

Agra and The Taj Mahal
http://www.tajmahal.com/

UNESCO – The Taj Mahal
http://whc.unesco.org/en/list/252/

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