About My Project...


As a kid every time I would cross a river in India, be it the Ganga or the Yamuna or any of their tributaries, I would have a feeling that the water levels of these rivers were receding... my heart would sink seeing the industrial pollutants making their way into these rivers...

On the contrary the feeling I would get seeing these rivers close to their origins… especially the Ganga in Rishikesh is indescribable… no pollution, no signs of water level depletion … so calm and so serene… the scent of freshness in the air…

I am documenting the life around river Ganga… the life as Ganga sees and feels it... the culture the river has supported for thousands of years, the people it has sustained over the centuries, and also the human interference it has suffered over the last one century or so...

Towards that I am following the river from its origins high up in the Himalayas all the way to where it merges with the Indian Ocean. All the while I am meeting with people who have been close to the river to narrate their feelings about the river, what they feel about the part Ganga has played in the Indian civilization and culture, what we human beings have done or could do or have not done to save this mighty river…

My final aim is to narrate the whole documentary as a multimedia and a book. I invite anyone and everyone to please help me with suggestions... critique... and hospitality. I would love to hear your suggestions and incorporate them into my project.


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Monday, August 23, 2010

Banaras... city of Temples,

city of Ghats, city of narrow alleys, city of Saarees ...

I was in Varanasi (or Banaras) from 28th of April till the 1st of May. As I got off the train, the city did not look any different from any other city in India. Same rickshaws and auto-rickshaws (by Bajaj), same compact cars, bicycles, trucks, tthelas, and a crowd of people on foot. All trying to make their way ahead of everyone else.

There was something very different still... and that was the site of temple tops in almost every direction one could see... indeed - I said to myself - Varanasi is a city of Temples! It is the holiest city for the Hindus and also referred to as Kashi, meaning - a place where your sins get cleansed. Varanasi is also the seat of the holiest of twelve Jyotirlings (Jyoti: Light; Ling: Mark, thus Mark of Light) in India. It is believed that Lord Shiva first manifested himself as a Jyotirling before appearing in a physical form, thus the importance of a Jyotirling. The Kashi Vishwanath Temple is the Jyotirling in Varanasi. Vishwanath means the "ruler of the universe".     

The city and its dwellers are blessed, they say, and so are its visitors. Varanasi is to Hinduism as Mecca is to Islam, Jerusalem to Judaism and Bethlehem to Christianity. Religious Hindus from all over the world try to visit Varanasi at least once in their lifetime ... to be blessed...  or want their body to be brought for cremation here ... to attain moksha.  



The Ghats: Varanasi is situated on the western banks of the holy river Ganga, and all along the length of the city by the Ganga are the Ghats. There are in total 84 ghats and they are all lined adjacent to each other, and each of them has its own significance. Dasaashwamedh Ghat (Das: Ten; Ashwa: Horses; Medh: Sacrifice) is the main ghat in Varanasi. Every evening a prayer to Goddess Ganga (Ganga Aarti) is offered at many ghats, but the main aarti is at the Dasaashwamedh Ghat. Hundreds of devotees and tourists frequent the ghat  to witness the aarti. Adjacent to Dasaashwamedh Ghat is Dr Rajendra Prasad Ghat (named after the first President of India) and is equally popular for the evening aarti (pics 3 & 4).

Assi Ghat and the Westerners: I started my Varanasi tour on the banks of river Ganga at the Assi Ghat - one of the 84 ghats along the Ganga river in the city. What surprised me was the presence of several westerners relishing their morning tea on the ghat and chatting ... and many of them were speaking in Hindi. It was as if they were at home...

I hired a boat for the city tour on the Ganga. The boatman told me that these westerners actually live in Varanasi and many of them have been here for several years now. They have a locality of their own and they run their own schools for kids too... and many of them end up marrying local men and women to get Indian citizenship, and thus remain in India.

Swimming lessons in the Ganga: At two of the ghats I witnessed swimming lessons being given to young kids, under the watchful eyes of the coach and mothers of the kids. On being asked about swimming being taught in the polluted waters of the river... I got two different answers from two teachers. One said "Actually, we clean the area where we teach swimming and that the flowing waters make students tough and gives them more stamina"... and the second one asked me back "Where else?" Lack of any functional swimming pool in the city makes people look towards the Ganga. And why not... it's free to operate, there's is no infrastructure to maintain, and it's free running water. 

Narrow alley ways and the Banarasi Saree: If it was not for my boatman who also was my guide during my stay in Banaras, I would have been lost in the intricate cobweb of narrow alleys of Banaras along the Ganga. The alleys were really narrow, yet they were lined not only by shops on both sides, but also by doors that lead into big houses (pics 16, 19, 20), and even hotels (mine was situated in one of these alleys, and I was provided with a map of the alley ways, just in case I lost myself). Most people walked in and out of these alleys, but many used their two-wheelers too... What was amazing was the efficiency these narrow alley-ways were used without anyone hitting anyone else.

In these narrow alleys are also situated the factories of the famous Banarasi Saree. By looking at a saree, it cannot be imagined that these sarees are painstakingly hand-made usually by a single person (pic 8). No wonder the Banarasi Sarees are so expensive. A saree factory in this area is nothing more than a house with several rooms, each room being used - in one way or the other - for the production and shipping of sarees - and all very efficiently. A whole documentary can be made just on Banarasi Sarees.      

Life on the river Ganga: You come to Banaras, and you can see people living their life on the banks of river Ganga (pic 1), just like in most other towns situated along the river. They wake up, take a bath in the holy river (pics 6 & 14), they brush their teeth (pic 15), have their morning tea (pic 13), they play, they sleep, they just live their... Ganga brings some kind of peace into their lives. Ganga invigorates them... and for some reason, despite all the pollution in and around the river, I felt the same. I did not want to leave Banaras...

Death on the river Ganga: Religious Hindus want to die in the Holy city of Banaras, or at least want to be cremated here. It is believed that if one dies in this city or even if cremated here, attains moksha  or nirvana, meaning, liberation from the cycle of repeated death and rebirth (reincarnation).

That belief apart, I was told by my boatman/ guide that cremations run 24 hours in Banaras and is a multi-million dollar (or Rupees) business. And that this business of cremations is handled by one family - the family of the Doms. There is a palace on the river Ganga that actually belongs to one of the Doms.

The Raja Harishchandra Ghat and the Manikarnika Ghat are the two cremation grounds where the dead bodies are cremated. I was not allowed to take pictures at the Manikarnika ghat, probably because it holds a higher status amongst the two ghats.

The open air cremations in the area is a common site for localites, but for foreigners it's a very unfamiliar site. One can see several boats around the cremation areas full of foreigners who want to witness this uncommon or for some bizarre site. For the localites it's so common that children even swim near a body being cremated, clothes get washed on the adjacent ghat...

[I could not complete the city of Banaras during this trip and will be visiting this magnificent city again]