Let us become nobler

Sanskrit word 'Arya' or 'Aryam' stands for nobility. Let us implore everyone to become noble, the Arya or Aryam. Christians, Muslims, Hindus or Jews, communists or capitalists, rich or poor, clever or dumb, weak, meek or bully. Uncomfortable perhaps are they with other, threatening peace. Ray of hope for the world is ‘include-all’ ideas of ancient Indian wisdom popularly known as Hinduism. Only they knew how to celebrate individuality of each person. Aryas respect ideas of others, respect way of worship of others, help others and become a noble citizen of this wide and varied world. Idea behind this blog is to bring out those ideas and help each of us become better than what we are. 'N' in the 'Aryan', by the way, was a mistake made by colonial 'experts' who wanted to underplay and undermine the culture and religion of those who they clandestinely enslaved.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

18- Kailash, Kathmandu and Kashi – A story of Shiva and me.

(A decade ago after a trip to Tibet, Nepal and India, I wrote down my impressions. It was not meant to be a book, however after it was read by some, it was suggested that if it gets published, interested persons can use it. However I thought (and still think) that the narration was more of a personal quest into Bhagavan Shiva and that it may not interest a wider audience. Therefore instead of commercially publishing it, I thought of placing it on a website of Publishing house Harper Collins’s website known as Authonomy.com. It remained on their website for people to review my narration for many years. However, last year, when Harper Collins shutdown Authonomy.com and I realized that some people still wanted to read my account, I decided to place all 26 chapters of that travelogue on this blog. Reader views and comments are welcome)

Chapter 18.  Kailash Trek, Day 3

Last day Parikrama was like a cakewalk in comparison to second day. It was a distance of 6 km over a relatively smooth terrain with minor ups and downs. It was a walk through a valley with grass-less brown mountains on both sides, a river continuously keeping us company to our left and rocky tall mountains on the right. The rocks appeared to be different from seen earlier. These had glassy-green appearance. Also there were mountains and rocks of violet, brown and orange-brown shades.


We came across a few Tibetan pilgrims who were performing a very tough kind of Parikrama. They were not walking as how we were doing but by prostrating. These pilgrims wear ‘shoes’ even in their hands and also wear an apron like thick cloth in the front to protect palm and abdomen from injury and exposure to stones and dirt during repeated rub with ground. They would first stand and do a Namaskaar, then prostrate to the full body length touching the ground, head to toe and do second Namaskaar while lying on the ground, then rise up and stand straight. This sequence is repeated continuously to cover the distance of entire circumambulation. It would take him 25,000 prostrations to complete the Parikrama! What a tough Tapasya, a pursuit! We enquired with one of the prostrating pilgrims as to how long would it take him to complete the Parikrama. He said: “about 30 days”. We admired him for his faith, determination, patience, strength and resilience.


Our trek on day 3 ended with ending of the mountains. Leaving them behind, when we emerged, a wide flat plain greeted us. This flat-land holds Manasarovar and Rakshas-Taal. The river that kept us company goes further and empties its content in the Rakshas-Taal faintly visible from where we stood.


Our dream had come true. What multitude of Hindus, Buddhists and others dream of accomplishing once in their lifetime was realized by us. We were in Kailash-Loka, a heaven, hence it is out of the place if I was to say that we were on seventh heaven, but a reader can imagine our exhilaration. We felt blesses, especially that I survived the ordeal was a sign; I took as indicative of God’s wish that I should devote rest of my life, doing His work. I had promised it to Him yesterday when the trek had become difficult, but from today my work should ceaselessly continue. Period of last three days was amazing. We had forgotten that a whole world existed outside the circumambulation arena. It did not exist for us quite literally. We were in a different world-truly. Although we were anxious to complete the Parikrama, we felt a sense of loss and disappointment when the moment arrived. Landcruisers, we bade good-bye to three days ago, were parked at the end of the trail and awaited us. As a token of completion of trek, walking sticks that were no longer needed now were returned to the organizers. Our driver, that giant-baby greeted us warmly but we had hardly any enthusiasm. Unwillingly we climbed the Landcruisers. Hardly anyone was talking to anyone. One by one the trekkers returned and claimed their places in the Landcruisers. When all four passengers and our Sherpa took their seats, driver took us to the Darchen base camp that was just a few kilometers away. We were back into the material world, governed by the God of death. It was just about lunch time and we gorged on the hot lunch kept ready by the thoughtful organizers to lift our forlorn souls, just separated from hug of Bhagavan Shiva and Mata Parvati.


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