As most of you must be knowing, Assi ghat is one of the most famous ghats in Varanasi . For those of you who are little out of topic let me tell you in The Lord’s own land “Kashi” there are said to be total 80(Assi in Hindi) number of ghat and Assi Ghat is the southernmost ghat in Varanasi. People often visit these ghats, but during festivals, it has a totally different aura. On a typical day almost 300 people visit this ghat every hour, but during festivals, it explodes up to 2500 especially during Diwali and other such festivals
“you live everyday, you only die once”
I reached Kashi or Varanasi in the morning only. After a whole day of exploring the city, I went to the ghat in the night. I came in the noon also but it was really hot and in Kashi roaming the ghats during the day is extreme, so I saved the spot for the night.
At the night when I reached Assi ghat it was really peacefull. Cool breeze was blowing, Some hawkers were about to wind up fo the day, the hymn was playing at the back and some shadus were devoted in the Shiva’s bhakti. In all of these chaos there was different type of peace which was really soothing.
Moon light reflecting on the Ganges was a total divine view. I went and sat on the steps which goes down to the river. The best part of going to such extraordinary places is that you don’t even realise how time gets to spend. You are just sitting at one of the corner watching and enjoying the serenity of such Ghats and you just get indulge in it.
At such extraordinary moments you only realise the importance of life and death and how much simple small happiness matters in anyone’s life
Just next to me some old locals were sitting. Not very cleary though, but I could hear them talking about the politics or history. I was never into the politics or such,but at that time I was really curious to know about them, about there conversation. A strange sensation was arousing within to know more about my surrounding.
At some little distance, I saw one tea hawker. He was going to each one asking for tea.
“One tea please”, I asked. I wanted to know about him, so I asked where he’s from, he said Durgapur, a small town in West Bengal. It was amazing how a guy from West Bengal selling tea in Banaras to a guy from Bihar who was studying in Karnataka ,yes India is a diverse country.
After giving me he went on his quest to seek some other customers and just call it a day. Lemon tea is my favourite and having it right next to the ghat was divine experience.
I could see some children playing on the ghat at some distance, their level of excitement was like no tomorrow, this reminded me of my childhood how cricket used to be most important thing for the day , atlas. That strange nostalgia aroused out of no where was mesmerishing. I could see my childhood when I closed my eyes and started remenishing all the major moments of my childhood.
Some people were taking boat ride ahead of me. Families for whom it was spiritual trip, young couples for whom it was to explore there budding love and kids ,well for them it was only about fun.
Sitting alone near the ghat I was wondering, for many people how this river is symbol of prosparity and happiness, and for many it’s symbol of death and the end, how these two total rival power clash each other on the Ghats of Ganges. Some times joy wins, and sometime death, but the cycle of life never stops.
I sat there nearly for one hour, just getting indulge in the enviornment.