Written by london swaminathan
Date: 12 April, 2016
Post No. 2718
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Read also
1.Prayag- the meeting place of Ganga and Jumna – posted on 10th April, 2016
2.To rule India by the heart — posted on 11th April, 2016
“From the ramparts of the Fort (in Prayag called Allahabad now), we looked down over the river, with its many strange craft, and the little temples on the brink, and saw immediately at our feet a very interesting and characteristic scene. The great “mela”, or religious festival to which Allahabad probably owes its origin, was just beginning. The cold blue waters of the Jumna wash the Fort walls, and after flowing for about half a mile fall into the muddy Ganges; this tongue of land, between the two sacred rivers, was covered with grass and palm huts and booths of manifold shape and height, the encampment of the pilgrims who come from the ends of India – Srinagar or Ceylon, Kabul or Calcutta – for cleansing and purification.
From time immemorial, many points on the ever swelling stream of the mighty Ganges have been held sacred; the source Gangotri, and the issue into the plains Hardwar, Deo Prayag, Benares and Sagar, where it enters the sea, have always been the scene of crowded religious festivals, to which mutitudes throng. But the place of pilgrimage, par excellence- to which literally hundreds of thousands repair, to wash away the stains and defilements contracted in the turmoil of life and its illusions – is where the waters of the clear and rapid Jumna meet the slow and stately stream of the beneficent benefactress, Mother Ganges, and, as they believe, the still more sacred waters of the Saraswati.
Source to Sea: Six Year Pilgrimage!
Not many or devout or adventurous enough to undertake the six year’s pilgrimage to all the holy spots from source to sea, though the passion, which glows beneath the calm impassive exterior of a Hindu, moves some intense and fervent souls to accomplish the endless penance of measuring their length the whole weary way. But every year hundreds of thousands flock here to bathe and pray, and there are many whose fervour lead s them to devote a full month in all solemnity and earnestness, to fasting and religious excise. Then the strings of priest led pilgrims, with banners floating from long bamboos, return home bearing pots of holy water from the sacred stream with reverent care. Water from the Ganges is prescribed by the ritual for use in many domestic rites.
Everyone who bathes is also shaved, and widows travel hundreds of miles to have their hair cut off here, as an offering to the sacred stream. The barbers have each to pay a tax of four rupees for a licence to practise at the mela; the revenue netted at Allahabad (Prayag) in this way has amounted to 16,000 rupees in the season – this gives one some idea of the size of the gatherings at its height.
They had not yet come in very great numbers; nothing like the whole concourse of eager , patient, saffron robed pilgrims, seeking redemption, had yet arrived, but, nevertheless, there was already a regular city by the river side, and the swarms of people were quite sufficient to give us a very good idea of the scene later on when the authorities would have some anxious hours, supervising the thousands who encamp on the bank of the stream, to wash away their sins in the sacred waters of healing.
Of Couse a religious festival involves a fair and to the strain and stress of religious emotion, and all the danger involved by it, where so many differing faiths are concerned, are added the rowdiness and excitement which accompany such gatherings all the world over.
We went down and walked along the lines of booths and huts, all surmounted by long bamboos with bright fluttering flags at the top; the whole scene, with busy crowds of people formed a very piquant prospect. In one part of the mela were men, seated on the ground, preparing the colours with which they sign the caste marks on the fore heads of those who have worshipped and bathed; further on were groups selling garlands of white flowers which, strung flower by flower, with threads of tinsel, and worn as necklaces and fillets for the head, recall the Greek custom of coming to sacrifice crowned with flowers. The scene, with its millions of twinkling lights, is most striking at night, but the early morning is naturally the moment when the throng is at its busiest and noisiest, and then the air is full of discordant cries and deafening shouts, all the yogis, Brahmans and worshippers clamouring loudly jai ram or jai Vishnu, as they perform their devotions, and their dark foreheads barred with white, or smeared with bold patches of ochre, in the shape of Shiva’s eye, or Vishnu’s trident.
The weird and horrible forms of the fanatical yogis repelled and fascinated our attention at the same time; with bodies smeared with ashes, and barred with paint – yellow, red or white- with dusty matted hair: many of them were most loathsome objects, as they sat counting heir beads before their huts, or the grass umbrellas which served the same purpose. Before each acetic was a cloth, spread on the ground, and on this the passers-by, as a tribute to his supposed sanctity, threw offerings – often simply cowrie shells , which pass as current coin, of such infinitesimal value, that sixty two make only a farthing; those, who have appeared to have gone through a long course of austerity and penance had the richest harvest, as they are presumably those gifted with the highest occult power.
I called down the wrath of a holy man by putting my foot on the boards in front of his booth, which I imagined to be a kind of shop; but when he swore vehemently and horribly, and sprinkled the place with water, I discovered that it was considered a holy spot. I believe the chief yogis or gurus, occupy a throne or a seat, called gadi. It is placed under a pavilion, and sometimes even roped round to ensure respect for the sanctity which attaches to it from its occupant, whether present or absent. Those, whose position and power are less universally acknowledged, have to content themselves with an umbrella and small ma, tiger skin, or a boarded space, marked off as a sacred precinct.
Any pretensions the yogis might have to spirituality to be in the greater number of cases, clearly unfounded. Heir evil faces were boldly streaked with pigment under matted locks, coiled in ropes on their heads, or crowned with fantastic head dresses; and the wild and swollen, bloodshot eyes, which add to their repulsive aspect, are the result of different preparations of opium or hemp with which they intoxicate themselves, hoping thus to deaden their nerves to the self-inflicted tortures, which they believe will give them supernatural power over gods and men.
There are about five and half a millions of these men in India, who have given up all earthly employment, and live apart as ascetics; they spend their time chiefly in roaming the country and begging. Some belong to more or less well organised communities, called akharas, of which at least ten varieties were represented at the Allahabad ‘mela’ and some are free -lances.
The evening, after we visited the ‘mela’ we dined with the chaplain of All Saints Church, where Father Benley, of Cowley, had been holding a Quiet Day, and had given some addresses, which I was told, were very interesting. “In India may be found, at the same moment, all the various stages of civilization through which man has passed from pre historic ages until now.”
–subham-
This was written in THE HIGH-ROAD OF EMPIRE by A H Hallam Murray in 1905.
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