A rose is a rose is a rose and the
rose by any other name would still smell as sweet. Varanasi, Benaras, Kasi – whatever you call
this sacred city, is engulfed with divinity and the feeling as soon as you land
there is celestial. The 7 of us have been looking forward to this trip for a long
time and the time had come for us to set off on this religious sojourn.
What we witnessed next was one of the
most memorable moments of life – the vibrant and admirably choreographed Ganga
Aarthi ceremony. It was energizing to see thousands of people assembled at
Dashashwamedh Ghat to view the spectacle of evening aarthi in Varanasi. Seven young
priests in traditional Indian attire moving to the tune of melodious aarthi and
bhajan, holding huge deepams was a sight to behold. The soul stirring bhajans
reverberated through the area and the whole atmosphere was magical with the
aarthi deepam creating a bright hue against the darkened sky. As the aarthi came
to an end and the young man singing the bhajans with such fervor started to
unwind, we had the opportunity to continue the momentum by singing Bho Shambo
in unison. Deriving such a feeling of satisfaction, we then scrambled to float
lamps in leaf boats in the Ganges. It was amusing to see other people around
taking pictures of us as we tried to take selfies.
As we were returning back to the
hotel, we didn’t want to miss out on any local specialties and had aloo tikki
chat for dinner and finished off with hot milk with cream floating on top in
matkas or clay pots which added to the subtle flavor.
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