Haridwar, Kumbha Mela 2010

Giant woks and pots are what is needed to feed the masses at such a festival

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One of the things I was curious about is how do you feed that many people. There were certainly noticeable groups at the Kumbha Mela – to name a few: Sadhus, wealthy pilgrims, poorer pilgrims, beggars, foreigners and the rest of the lot. The wealthy pilgrims and foreigners occupied the hotels in Haridwar and the surrounding area, even as far as Rishikesh (24kms north of Haridwar). The restaurant hotels were always full and fed these two groups heartily.

The Sadhus that lived in the camps could be divided into two groups. Reclusive monks that lived on their own and monks that had devotees to care for them. The ones that had devotees were well looked after. Their devotees cooked and fed their spiritual teachers well and anyone that came within the precincts of their tents. They were certainly generous with food and no one left hungry. The only problem, if you could call it that, is that after visiting a couple of tents one is pretty much stuffed and it then becomes a challenge to decline a meal at the next tent. “Another chai? I’ve had four already! But I’ll take that samosa!”

The devotees certainly worked hard at preparing the meals. All the meals were cooked outdoors over wood fires in gigantic pots with oars, yes oars, as ladles to stir the brewing curries. It was difficult to escape the aroma that filled the air by these temporary kitchens and it wasn’t long before it conjured up an appetite among those that walked by. For those of us that cook, we know what comes after cooking…cleaning! I have never seen so many dirty pots, pans and dishes in my life. Outside one large tent, a courageous old lady, draped in a sari, squatted in front of tap of running water with a coconut husk in one hand and a pot in another. Scrub, scrub, scrub. I dreaded to think how long it would take this lady to get it all cleaned and prayed she’d get some help soon. Though sadly, I knew inside of me, it would all be left to her. I watched her for a while as she quietly and determinedly cleaned one pot after another without an expression of despair on her face.

As for the Sadhus that lived by themselves I am not sure where they got their meals. Every time I passed their tents it was not during meal time so it remains a mystery to me whether they prepared their own meals or it was given by pilgrims.

It is a financially rewarding time for vendors with so many visitors in town

It is a financially rewarding time for vendors with so many visitors in town

The poorer pilgrims slept on the ghats and on the vast, flat and empty surrounding areas. Many slept just on a tarp, with bundles of clothes as pillows. Often you’d see a family of five or six occupying a tarp, huddled together to stay warm in the cold nights covered from head to toe in a blanket. Food that they had brought can be seen being cooked over small fires, camp fire style minus the camp. Simple meals but enough to keep them going. Their journey here and their stay is not an easy one. Trains and buses packed to the edge of the door have been ferrying pilgrims to Haridwar over the last few days. Some have travelled days with children and elders in conditions even the experienced backpacker would fine tough to endure. These are the people that are almost always unnoticed at such events. These are the ones that you never read about. These are the ardent pilgrims.

Their will to be at the Kumbha Mela and be part of this amazing spiritual experience despite the conditions they endure is a true sign of their devotion. They truly have captured the spirit of pilgrimage. Each had come to take a dip in the holy Ganges river during these sacred days, making financial sacrifices among others to be here. Despite what seems to me to be a whole lot of challenges, they neither showed it on their faces or expressed it in their behaviour. Most can be seen excitedly building kavadis.

The daunting task of cleaning the piles of pots and plates after each meal

Kavadi is a structure, often constructed out of wood or bamboo, that’s shaped like an arched bridge and carried over the shoulder. On either end of the kavadi, these pilgrims have secured a vessel to carry some of the sacred Ganges water back to their homes and loved ones who may not have had the same opportunity to attend the Kumbha Mela.

The daunting task of cleaning the piles of pots and plates after each meal

For the homeless beggars these are better times. With so many devout pilgrims here, offerings are plentiful and food is in abundance. It is so nice to see people being generous and often throughout the day I’d see beggars being given food, money, clothing or other offerings.

For the rest of the pilgrims the hundreds of street stalls and restaurants across towns are the safe haven for their hunger pangs. Chef and cooks can be seen spending hours in front of giant woks and pots, Chapatti (Indian bread) makers are rhythmically patting out perfectly shaped chapattis all day and chaiwallas are brewing the finest chais. These are long hard days in front of the hot stove but financially very rewarding. Food can be seen pilled high at the entrance of restaurants tempting every pilgrim passing by to venture in for a meal.

At such events India leads the way in keeping a greener planet. Banana and other large unidentified leaves are used as plates in which to serve the pilgrims. After which all the “plates” are thrown out in a heap by the side of the road for the meandering cows to then consume. These well fed cows now leave in return a heap of manure which is taken, dried into patties and used by the sadhus and pilgrims as fuel in their fires for cooking or keeping warm. The perfect environmentally friendly cycle of use and reuse.

 

It was a cold morning in New Delhi and I had been quite naïve about the weather in north India having come only prepared for the warm south. I made my way through the rare quiet streets at the wees hours of the morning to the Delhi Railway station and boarded the train for Haridwar. The train station however is never quiet, bustling at all hours of the day and a hotel really to most of India’s local travelers.

Sadhus arrive on elephant, horses and foot to attend the Kumbha Mela.

Sadhus arrive on elephant, horses and foot to attend the Kumbha Mela.

I arrived in Haridwar just before noon, after some delays (surprise, surprise), to be greeted by my friend Abhishek who took me to a hotel that he had booked me into. Haridwar was busy and there were streams of people making their way from the railway station onto the streets.

The Kumbha Mela is taking place, the world’s largest human gathering according to the Guinness Book of World Records, and it only happens in Haridwar once every 12 years. And it is special this time for the locals as it is the first one this millennium. The big bathing day in the Ganges river and parade is on Friday 12th Feb, three days from now, and all are here for this. More are expected to come and it will be millions of people on Friday.

There are three sadhu (renunciate) camps in Haridwar. Many of the sadhus have already made their way to Haridwar from around India and even from abroad. From heads of monasteries to wandering monks, forest and mountain dwellers, and more, now is the rare time to meet these men and women who have dedicated their life to the monastic path.

In the afternoon I decided to visit the camp closest to me, Juna Akhara. Sadhus were busy setting up tents, digging fire pits and clearing areas for themselves. This will be their home till mid April, at which point the Kumbha Mela officially concludes. The tents they’ve set up are basic and most have a fire pit in front where you will find them often sitting around in silence. The nights and morning in Haridwar are cold this time of the year and the fire certainly is a much needed element. Most have a giant log that is smoldering and at this rate would take a few weeks to completely burn away. It provided enough heat for warmth and kept maintenance of restocking firewood to a minimum. Most sadhus here embodied the simplicity of monastic life.

I found the sadhus to be either reclusive or friendly. Many invited me into their tent area to sit next to them. As much as I wanted to get to know them, they were equally curious about this shaven headed Hindu priest with ash smeared over his forehead that was in their camp. I spoke hardly any Hindi and they spoke only a few words in English at most, so my conversations with most was limited but I felt many things were said between us just sitting in silence with one another.

I heard a parade coming by so I made my way to the outskirts of the camp just in time to catch an incoming group of sadhus. It was colourful and musical, with drums beating, bells ringing, horns blowing, a swami atop an elephant led the entourage. There was a large group of Naga sadhus on foot and decorated horses. Followed by a many groups of swamis. This parade lasted almost 2 hours and I was told it was only a small one.

If this is my first day then I am eagerly looking forward to tomorrow.

A Hindu pilgrim seeks blessings from a Naga sadhu, smeared in ashes and adorned with rudraksha beads.

A Hindu pilgrim seeks blessings from a Naga sadhu, smeared in ashes and adorned with rudraksha beads.

 

It has been quite the whirlwind journey in not only the physical level but also many other levels of my being. I knew that this journey would not be your typical “vacation” but other than that I had very little in the way of expectations. I knew that Dandapani, through his priestly connections, would provide us with access to some experiences not available to the regular, “Western” traveler but little did I know that he’d also provide us access to some very simple “tools” that would allow us to absorb and integrate these experiences in a way that made sense to each individual participant based on where they were in their life and where they wanted to go.

Parts of this journey seem like just a blur in my mind but other stand out as clear as if they happened just yesterday with the strangest part being that the clarity of the memories seems to be independent of their order in time. Our journey was broken up roughly in two parts: about a week of visiting lots and lots of Hindu temples and witnessing ancient, traditional Hindu ceremonies and about a week of staying at some pretty posh (by my standards) hotels practicing yoga, attending classes on meditation and other spiritual topics taught by Dandapani as well as a lot of down time to reflect, process and integrate the experiences.

As I said earlier, I knew that this wasn’t going to be a typical “vacation” but little did I know that I’d end up laughing, crying, loving, being challenged, meditating, chanting, dozing off and sitting on the floor packed so close to a bunch of Indians that I couldn’t move for almost an hour. If there is any human emotion I’ve missed it’s probably because it just wasn’t as intense as the others.

For me the most powerful experience by far was Chidambaram. In Chidambaram we were presented with the opportunity to interact very intimately with a family of priests for a couple of days. Although their family of 5 (mom, dad, and two sons plus one beautiful, slobbery, vegetarian boxer dog) live in a very small “house” that consisted of two rooms, they provided us with two meals (dinner one night and lunch the next) as well as our own personal tour of a very important temple to Siva. Although the family spoke very little English (Dandapani and his mom Nirmala translated for us from Tamil into English) I experienced a personal connection that I will not soon forget.. Couple this connection with the opportunity to chant the Yoga Sutras of Pantajali in a temple founded by Patanjali himself made me cry for the first time in as long as I can remember. To this moment I have no idea what I was crying about but if I had to take a guess is was probably some old sadness being pushed out by the joy I was feeling as my voice resonated through the halls of the temple. It was as if Pantanjali was there with me supporting me.

Another highlight for me came towards the end of the first week of the journey. It was the opportunity to just sit and listen to a group of priests in training belt out some chants from the Vedas (Hindu holy books) in Sanskrit (an ancient language that is used in all Hindu rituals as well as much of the yoga world) for almost 2 hours without stopping. I had no idea of what they were saying or what it meant but I now fully believe in the power of the spoken word and it will surely change the way I speak to those I encounter in my daily life going forward.

The classes taught by Dandapani contained a lot of information on Hinduism (Dandapani is a Hindu priest) and spritual growth (meditation, goals, etc) that I had heard before, either from Dandapani himself or via my yogic training, but this time the information resonated differently with me. I am convinced that part of this difference was because of the experiences I was having on this trip but I also believe that part of it was caused by my own internal state at this point.

Don’t get me wrong, I feel very blessed for my life to this point but I do have some rather major life situations on my plate (I won’t bore you with the details) that need dealing with one way or another and the combination of the temple experiences, teachings, environment and my willingness to deal with them had allowed me to gain some new found clarity on a direction when I return home. Now I just have to survive the journey home that consists of a flight from Cochin to Chennai, a 4.5 hour layover in Chennai, a 10+ hour flight from Chennai to Brussels, another 2 hour layover in Brussels, a 9+ hour flight from Brussels to New York City, an overnight in NYC, a 3+ hour flight from NYC to Denver and finally a 2ish hour drive (depending on weather) from Denver back home to Edwards, Colorado.

To all of the 12 people that I’ve had a chance to connect with on this trip, thank you for all for being my teachers in different ways over the two weeks. You have taught me more than you can know. You will all hold a special place in my heart in various ways.

I look forward to seeing all of my Colorado peeps upon my return and I hope that we’ve gotten some snow while I’ve been gone.

Mike

 

Our amazing 15-day spiritual adventure came to a conclusion on Feb 7th. Here are photos from the last 4 days that were spent in the lake side village of Kumarakom. The Kumarakom Lake Resort was home to our group as we settled into the last leg of our journey. With lots of classes and ample free time to absorb the teachings and make plans for the future, this venue proved to be the ideal location. We also enjoyed a few boat rides on the lake plus weaving our way along the amazing backwater canals.

Click here to see photos from Days 12 to 15.

 

Greetings from India. We’ve been away from our laptop and hence have not posted anything as of late. Here’s a link to photos from days 9, 10 & 11. They include the drive from Madurai to Periyar where we stayed for 2 nights. Highly recommend a visit to this place. Up in the hill stations, its green, lush and quiet. Quite chilly in the morning – a nice break from the Indian sun. In the 2 days in Periyar we enjoyed a boat ride in the National Park, a visit to a spice plantation (including buying heaps of exotic spices), an elephant ride plus scrubbing down the elephant (that was loads of fun), classes on meditation as we delved deeply into how to work with the forces of the mind, more wonderful Indian food and a visit to a tea plantation on the day we left Periyar.

Click here to see photos from days 9, 10 & 11.