Blogging the holy city
What do you do when you suddenly think of showing a holy city to the whole world - without pictures, with words. This indeed is a gruesome task and even more so when you have more than 5000 years of incomparable history and none too insignificant to be left out in the dark.
We all have knowingly or unknowingly nurtured a secret desire to wash away our sins one day with some divine dip in some holy water. That brings me to the introduction of the sacred river Ganges, the very soul of the city that runs through its heart, touching and purifying lives all through its mystic journey of over 2510 kms i.e. 1560 miles originating from western Himalayas to the Sunderbans delta in Bay of Bengal.
WELCOME TO VARANASI, Kashi, Banaras, بنارس, or whatever you may wish to call it. - the city of salvation, moksha and spiritual growth. As you peep further down the narrow by-lanes of the city’s glorious history, you will find it assuming as many names as one of the world’s oldest city deserves - Avimuktaka, Anandakanana, Mahasmasana, Surandhana, Brahma Vardha, Sudarsana, Ramya, and Kasi to name a few. Popular anecdotes attached to the city even say that the city’s thought can lead you to salvation. It has always been true for me.
Time is one luxury you can always afford in this city of eternal joy. As you earn your way out in the city’s labyrinth, you will wonder how you are never tired no matter what and how you get in and eventually get out of. The real Varanasi lies at the banks of the sacred river fondly and popularly known as the Ghats. The real Varanasi also lies in the popular local adage - “Rand, saand, seedhi, sanyasi, Inse bache to seve kasi” - you will only be able to serve this holy city if you are left with something after serving raand-prostitues, saand - oxen, seedhi - the stairs of the ghats and finally sanyasi - the holy men abounding the city. A panoramic aerial view of the city will entice you as you prepare yourself to believe that it actually is a city in the shape of partial moon. And a popular mythological folklore further engraves its presence in your mind that the city must have been created by Hindu deity ‘Lord Shiva’ and it rests peacefully on his ‘trishul’.
The story of a hundred ghats will suffice your cravings for real history that you can touch and feel – even today. The city semi-circles nearly 100 ghats, all with their own rich plethora of history and time travel. The amazing part is that all the 100 ghats have sustained the maniacal fantasies of emperors from the Mughal rule and are the proud witnesses of the city’s journey from a spiritual centre to a coveted centre for learning the basics of humanity. The prominent amongst these are Dashashwamedh ghat, Manikarnika ghat, Harishchandra Ghat, Scindia Ghat, Panchganga ghat, Man-mandir ghat, Lalita Ghta, Assi ghat, Tulsi ghat etc.
Varanasi – in the wee hours transforms to a soulful rendition of some epic classical music with a divine aura engulfing it. Life wakes up as early as 3′O clock in the morning with the preparations for the routine ‘Ganga nahan’ and prayers in the thousands of temple forming the city bylines. Countless temples bind the city with a religious thread – each with a story of its own – each narrating history as if it were yesterday. The prominent amongst these are the Kashi Vishwanath temple, the Sankat Mochan temple, The Durga temple and the Kashi Vishwanath or Birla mandir in the B.H.U. Many others hold significant historical prominence but a blog space will just be an injustice to their sheer worth of discussion factor. See, I just
As much known for its spiritual importance, Varanasi is home to some of the world’s finest crafts and commercial items like benarsee sarees, hand woven and intricately designed carpets and handicrafts. The renowned Musical gharanas of India belong to this city where art & culture are revered with an inherent proclivity. Some of the most noted names that have for ages satiated the human desires for a divine connect through music include the likes of Pandit Ravi Shanakar, Girja Devi, Hariprasad Chaurasia and Late Ustad Bismillah Khan. Not to be forgotten are the legends of tabla gharanas including Pandit Sharda Sahai, Pandit Kishan Maharaj and Pandit Shamta Prasad.
There is something that makes every aspect of this great city – mystical. Whether its the timeless history attached to it or the colourful zing of the people who reside here, Benarasi – is what they exclaim with pride. The visible footprints of Ramayana being written here by Tulsidas is only the evidence that there is ample reason and logic if people call it the city of Gods, the city of temples, or a universal capital of the world. No only that, the city has given birth to numerous other writers, historians and scholars of repute like Kabir Das, Munshi Premchand, Kulluka Bhatt, Jayashankar Prasad, Acharya Ram Chandra Shukla, Jagannath Pasad Ratnakar, Devki Nandan Khatri, Hazari Prasad Dwivedi and many many more.
As you soak deep down into the city’s old dwellings, a unique charm captivates your heart and mind. Gazing aimlessly in the eternity of the city as you sit chanting a strange pick up line from the continuously blaring loudspeakers across the city’s enchanting markets, a day just passes on leaving you feel more learned than ever and a level higher spiritually. That is Benaras for you.
An acclaimed age old centre of learning – as I learnt during my college days in B.H.U. (the world’s 3rd largest residential university with as many as 188 domains of education) - ‘yeh sarv vidya ki rajdhani’ – this city – is the capital of knowledge. It houses the world’s only Sanskrit university (now called Sampoornand Sanskrit University) where the disciples as well as the teachers all speak and live sanskrit, the language of India.
My own connect to the city traces back to three generations and I owe it to my great grand fathers who chose this truly divine city to reside and revere. Summing up Varanasi in a two pager is like trying to measure a desert – walking. As Mark Twain said “Benares is older than history, older than tradition, older even than legend, and looks twice as old as all of them put together”.
WELCOME TO VARANASI – The city begins.






January 15th, 2009 at 6:27 PM
I really liked the brief description of Vanarasi as narrated by you. I also have very deep connection with Varanasi and everything about the city is very alluring to me.
January 15th, 2009 at 6:55 PM
Hi Parashar,
Thanks for your interest in the article… and of course the city… I also have a natural bonding with the city…every time I visit the place… its a new me that evolves…
January 16th, 2009 at 3:29 AM
Hi ,
I am really happy to read about kashi………..really amazing because most of thing i did’t know about vanarasi,what ever u mentation in your blog…………….keep continue guys…………………..
Thanks
Gaurav
January 20th, 2009 at 12:51 PM
Being the part of the holy city by birth and more so with its “style of living”, i wish to heartly congratulate to you for the magnificent depiction of the “KASHI YATRA”.
February 8th, 2009 at 5:33 PM
Its a fantastic note i have ever seen about Banaras. Thanks for writeing about Banaras. …………….keep continue …. great job.
Thanks
Manish
December 15th, 2009 at 11:13 PM
Great summary on the city’s history and cultural value, but unfortunately even the banarsis don’t realize the importance of this divine land; extreme pollution of land, air and water, increasing crime and corruption are eating it away. Whatever is left today is reminiscence of the glorious past of this great city.
This is true for rest of the India, where pride is based on tattered glory of the past. We are proud to be Indian because of our rich history, moral values, and unparalleled culture handed down to us from our ancestors. It took millenniums of history, wars, contributions and sacrifices since the first civilizations on banks of Indus and Ganges to the present India, and sadly the “modern” generations have been unappreciative of the efforts that went into making of the great India.
By “modern”, I mean quarreling small state rulers of pre-British India, who gave way to British over India because of their internal rivalry, to the corrupt ministers of the present-day Indian government, who hold the public office for their personal gains rather than national welfare.
To paint a picture, assume Ma Bharati in ragged banarsi sari with precious gems and embroidery of gold, and her sons selling those gems and gold for money while advertising their glorious past evident from the rich sari. It’s a repulsive picture but that is true for present situation in India. Power has to shift from those who are selling their motherland to those who want to drape her back into respect, magnificence and self-sufficiency.