The journey till here…

As the days are passing, our life is becoming more and more hectic, and the ghats, well I guess, never disappoint to heal our wounds. As we walk towards Harishchandra Ghat leaving Tulsi Ghat behind, the chaotic mob eventually disappears, and suddenly you are alone with your own company. When I lived in Varanasi, almost every evening I ended up at the isolated ghats. Though the ghats are almost same, there is something, some kind of charm that it still loiters in my mind. Baccharaj Ghat is the place where I used to sit. This ghat comes right after Tulsi Ghat.

I still remember the day when I met the middle-aged majhi there, sitting on the lower steps of the ghat and singing some folk songs relating Radha & Krishna in a broken rustic voice and you know that instantly made me ravenous to come back to the ghat just to listen to him. I love to meet strangers, and I found deliciously served stories about the ghats, the kings who used to walk by the streets, and of course about the Baijis from the local old people making a group and smoking some marijuana and daydreaming about their good old days, and if you want to join them, I’ll tell you, they are good hosts.

The ghats have always been the breeding ground of glorious history for ages. The Baccharaj Ghat used to be a big one before 1931 approx. Jain people believe that 7th Jain Tirthankar was born in this area, so they named it after him as Jain Ghat and it is expected that this ghat comes just after the former one. There is a small Jain temple too. My personal belief is you can never blend peace and chaos that perfectly as it is done in Varanasi.

Shivala Ghat, which is on the way from Jain to Harishchandra Ghat covers a bit wide area with very few visitors, which makes it perfect for witnessing sunrise from here, one can get nimbu chai to rejuvenate their morning in addition. Chetsingh Ghat is a hangout place for both fish catchers in the morning and coughing red-eyed pot smokers in the evening. If you go by that place you will surely find an old sadhu with a bag full of paint brushes, who makes beautiful paintings. One can find some enthusiastic flute player soothing their ears for absolutely free of cost. But the best thing under the shadows of ages old Chetsingh fort is a flock of birds gathers here every morning, chattering and dancing in their own tune unknowingly spreading good vibes. This is the uniqueness of Varanasi, you can find both the paroxysm of chaos and serenity living amicably here.

Are you getting tired? Let’s just take a break from walking. I’ll come back with the next part soon.

Also read Revealing The Ghats – Part I & The Magical Riverfronts of Varanasi.