Saturday, October 22, 2016

Wandering and meeting sadhus during my Yamunotri pilgrimage

For a long time I was not traveled far distance to mountains but in 2015 Autumn I found a chance to go to my beloved place – Himalayas. I had no work as I was officially unemployed, which gave me the opportunity to travel. I went on thus for a long time, I may say without boasting, faithfully minded my way of living for at least a few days in the Himalayas. I had no laptops, no calls from clients or office; it was absolutely bliss to travel with freedom.

Himalayas have trapped me years ago. It is not just because I like mountains; earlier I thought I liked mountains more than anything else, but there are more things than just stiff mountains that keeps me hold tight for so many years. If you are perceptive enough, you can get certain hints about the true nature of Himalayas, or other way round is to visit those places recurrently to get such a habit, the mountains won’t let you go for rest of your life.  I have learned from my eight years’ experience, it would cost incredibly low to travel in mountains and you are enriched with such wisdom, not just looking at snowy peaks, but the ambiance, people, pilgrimage, overall life all around. To me, Himalayas present the most surprising elements, and one of the elements is various types of sadhus. I have met lots of these wandering monks, most of them were very old, majority was peaceful, and a few were flamboyant. It is a small place to write down all people here; still I try to recapitulate some impressive sadhus and my experiences with them.

 (Because of the nature of brevity in the blog writing, I just cite here 2015 experiences)

Ram Bharose Ji in Yamunotri

Living there in his small temple cum living room for last 50 years, it is said this ever smiling 80 something saint never crossed the bridge that joins the Yamunotri temple and the road. In winters Yamuntori is shut down completely because of heavy snowfall, but this devotee lives there and every day he does all the regular rituals. He wears minimal clothes and pretty much active doing all his daily chores including cooking, washing etc. 

I had heard his name at Janki Chetti and wanted to meet him. At first when I reached the temple, first thing that captured my attention was his honest and beautiful smile. He meticulously cooked food, served it to his worshiping God and Goddesses. He asked me to take the food and at least asked me four times whether it was all right. We had some talks and then returned back. I would love to stay there for some more time, perhaps couple of days, but somehow I returned back.

Naga sadhu en route Yamuntori

This huge sadhu lives in a cave with a DVD player, mobile phone, speakers, lots of containers and a thick photo album. A druggist with his own whim but calm and composed stature, he offered me smoke, which gladly accepted but unfortunately felt nothing after smoking three rounds. He showed me his photo albums, displaying lots of younger days photographs, naked, stoned, doing all sorts of austerity and acrobatics including twisting his penis with a rod etc. 

He asked me to donate something for his cave that I silently denied. He also said I could stay in the cave as long as I wished but I also refused. He asked me whether I was married or not, and after knowing my marital status, he suggested me to get married. When I rebuked and said I didn’t feel to do that, he asked me to become a ‘baba’. 

I sometimes wonder why it’s necessary to take an extreme step when there is an option to live a good life within the boundary of a regular living. At least I am living it without a pinch of dishonesty in my statement.

Ram Das Mauni Baba

Although he was said to be a mauni (silent) sadhu, he spoke to me a few words. Undoubtedly, he was the best sadhu I have seen so far. Too old to stand straight properly but I never saw him sitting idle in three days. Sometime he was cleaning his temple, sometimes he was feeding his cow, sometimes cutting fruits, but never sitting idle. His worn out loin cloth didn’t properly cover his private parts, but it hardly mattered to him.  Earlier he was completely silent sadhu for more than 20 years, but now, I learned he spoke a little. We had a brief conversation when he asked me what I do. 

Every time I was about to return back from temple, he offered me a piece of fruit. The most impressive feature of this sadhu was his eyes, blood shot, big with a bright glow. It was remarkable eyes, penetrating deep into my hearts and it seemed read all the content.

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