LET US ALL BECOME NOBLE-RIGHTEOUS-HONORABLE, in one word, AN ARYA, आर्यः

Sanskrit word 'arya' 'is an adjective that stands for nobleness, righteousness, honorable etc put together, as a quality of an arya person. Applied in its noun form, an 'Aryah' (आर्यः) indicates a noble-rightoeus- honorable person. It was never a race signifying word as what seems to have come to mean today. But the errorneous interpretations made in those days of limited knowledge and limited technology divided people on Aryan-Dravidian-indegenous etc imaginative and unexisting 'races'. AIT has been proved completely wrong and so the racial existence of 'Aryan, or "Dravidian" or "Indegenous" races in India. There is no special DNA or gene marker indicative of a race-separation among India's so called indegenous, southern or northern Indians. Essentially the suffix "n" in the commonly employed term "Aryan", is technically an error. It can just be 'Arya' in English or in Sanskrit, 'आर्यः' Let us implore everyone to become noble individuals, the Arya or an Aryah. Everyone, whatever your faith be, say Christians, Muslims, Hindus, Jews or atheism, whatever be your political beliefs, communists, socialist, royalist or capitalists, whatever be your status, rich or poor, clever or dumb, weak, meek or bully, everone can evolve, can become Noble or say Arya. In the current 'identity' driven divided society and in the heightened 'Oppressor-Oppressed' divide, the wisdom of this ancient tradition is a ray of hope for the world. In one word, that ancient wisom, that ancient tradition is called "Hinduism". Hinduism means, "Include-everyone", Respect all Beliefs", "Other is not other". "World is one family" "Let Everyone be happy and Healthy", Hinduism knew from the time immemorial, how to celebrate individuality of each person and each group. Idea behind this blog is to bring out those ancient ideas, bring out innate goodness and potentials by highlighting various known and unknown facts from within the ancient land of India. He has special facination for the erstwhile but now nearly extinct Pagan communities of the world. He feels connected with them on account of shared importance they both attach to nature-worship.

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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