Great Mother Ganga. Holy city of Benares. Manikarnikan Ghat - here a man burned an eternal circle of reincarnation stops, he dies a true death. Die in Benares to escape from life. Finally.
We know that our thinking / idea of \u200b\u200bthe world is not coherent and consistent. Despite two months in India, I imagined this place completely different. We Europeans have this image before our eyes - evenly placed a high pile of wood, surmounted by stretcher to the field. Family gathered around in sadness saying goodbye to the deceased. Just why should the funeral ceremony would be different than whole life Hindu? Late in the evening
Manikarnikan we stand on the Ghat. Three wide terraces, like steps leading to a river. Cut in half the stairs leading to standing above the temples. We go down to the middle terrace. Yield around 7-8 stacks. Smoke standing there surrounded by people, tear-jerking. Smoke burned human corpses. Once
eyes get used to the darkness and smoke recognizes further details. Gold cellophane, which you are wrapped corpse lying next to us. Dogs looking for food. Mud, garbage, garbage. Men blazing hashish. Stray cows.
house (lowest layer of social, caste untouchables, and also the owner of the 'public interest'. Most beautiful building in the city on the banks of the Ganges to the head of the Houses should be) quickly arranged another outbreak. So long as the ashes odgarniety creates tiny mounds (when getting out of a sun eclipse procownikow Overnight spoil into the river.) Hurry, because I already nearing the top louder "Ram satya hai for us, we Ram satya hai," chanted the youths coincide with bamboo stretcher, on which lies the body. The body sometimes imported from the distant state of India to the fire Manikaran Ghat find liberation.
We see more and more (no longer just eye accustomed to darkness, but the mind comes out of confusion.) Ghat topped with piles of wood-drying under a shelter. The wind carries the sounds of a quarrel - Home haggle on the price of the next stack.
mud, garbage, smoke. Cows, dogs, mourners. House shirtless, muscled body in constant work. Grimy soot and ashes like a laborer Beelzebub (the European association;)).
mud, garbage, smoke. Feet protruding from the heat, the body immersed in the Ganges before combustion, sheets' zlotka 'roles' shrouds. Cows, casual onlookers, wading in the water foot wylawiacze valuables, mourners blazing 'trociczki'.
mud, garbage, smoke. And ashes, we all walk on the ashes. People, cows, dogs. Ashes, which a few moments to land in the Ganges. Man and nature of mixing powders and form a unity. Manikarnikan Masala.
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