Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Holy Disneyland Weekend

We are lucky enough to be staying very close to some of the most holy Hindu sites in India.  This weekend, Shivani and I toured two of these towns - Haridwar and Rishikesh.  Haridwar is a very popular local tourist destination and Rishikesh is considered more of a Western yoga haven.

I wanted to see Haridwar because it is the starting place of many pilgrimages to the north.  It was a Holy Disneyland!  We paid 205 rupees to go up 2 ropeways that each ended at mountain top temples.  For all the fan fair, lines, cheesy yellow visors, and souvenir shops the temples were surprisingly uneventful.  The locals have figures out the best way to nickel and dime the pilgrims in the name of all that is Holy.  Every statue in the temples had a station where a man sat waiting to bless any passersby in hopes of obtaining a small offering.  I gave my share of offerings so I could have the experience.  At some of the stations they asked my name, country and marital status.  Then they bound my wrist with red string while saying a prayer.  The longer the string stays on, the luckier the prayer.  Unfortunately for me one of my prayers didn't even last through the day.  Maybe I didn't tip enough.

After the temple romping, we headed to the Ganga for some people watching and the evening ati (prayer).  This takes place in Hari-ki-Pauri, where Vishnu left his footprint.  They Ganga is diverted here, for a hydroelectric dam and people throng to the steps of the canal to bath in the holy river.

When we reached the river, Shivani and I were accosted by men wanting us to float a leaf basket containing flowers down the river as a prayer.  We thought it would only cost the amount of the basket (10 rupees), but halfway through they prayer the "priest" was asking me to say aloud the amount I was going to donate for the upkeep of the place and to place the money on the basket.  He "suggested" 500-1000 rupees as this is the amount that "most people" donate.  He ended up accepting 200 rupees, because that's the amount Shivani stated, but I never verbally agreed to this amount.  I knew that in my bag all I had was a 50 or a 500 and I wasn't going to give him the 500.  When I pulled the 50 out he made a big fuss telling me a made a promise to god to give 200 rupees.  I started to walk away, but he said the basket was mine and finished the prayer and I sent to basket off.


One of the hilltop temples in Haridwar
Me after getting blessed in Rishikesh.

Pilgrims in Haridwar carrying water from the Ganga to a location specified by a priest in order to bring good luck.

Shivani getting ready to climb the mountain.

View from the ropeway.

Tying string to the temple.

View from the other ropeway.  It's amazing how a place so serene could be adjacent to a city so chaotic.


In line waiting to get into the temple.

One of the largest lunches ever.


Afterwards we sat and people watched while people watched me.  I definitely drew a crowd in the place were thousands of Indian gather from around the country, but few foreigners venture.  The ati began just before dusk.  Basically it is a large sermon on the banks of the Ganga.  There were ushers who came around between prayers.  They're job was to collect offerings for the ati.  They would announce how much each person contributed in hopes of rallying their neighbors to outdo one another.  The main ceremony involved huge flames and a lot of singing.  It was beautiful.  When the singing ended, everyone rushed over to the flames to bless themselves in the heat.  We rushed to pick up our shoes from the shoe stall and rushed home, exhausted.

Then next day we rode a Vikram to Rishikesh, which is also along the Ganga.  While Haridwar is in the valley, Rishikesh is nestled along both sides of the Ganga between the mother river and the foothills.  It was much more calm than chaotic Haridwar.  To add to the contrast our day in Haridwar was hot and sunny, while the time we spent in Rishikesh was filled with mist and rain.  There was even a stark contrast between the souvenirs available at the two locations.  In Haridwar most stalls sold kitchy Hindu paraphanalia such as bright orange clothing.  In Rishikesh the shops sold typical Western souvenir clothes that reminded me much of what can be found along Kao San Road in Bangkok only all the buddhas were replaced with Ohm symbols.

We forgo the second ati in Rishikesh, which everyone tells us is the better of the two, but it was rainy and we were exhausted.  Besides, I'm not sure how different sermons on the river can really be.  But, it will give me an excuse to visit Rishikesh again.  Perhaps next time I'll stay at an ashram and practice yoga to my hearts content.

Rishikesh
Offerings to distribute at the temples.
Crossing the Ganga in Rishikesh
Rishikesh temple with a million bells.
Me reading one of those million bells
Hanuman, the monkey god.
The Ganga from the temple.
Hari-ki-Pauri

Well Sorry folks.  Blogger is being stupid and I can't seem to arrange the pictures how I actually want them (in order).  So they above is a random assortment of my weekend!

Friday, 26 July 2013

Rural India

The past two weeks I have been travelling to various parts of the Himalayan foothills of Uttarakhand Province as part of the rural experience of the Urban-Rural Comparative program I am a part of.  The mountains were amazing.  Such a difference from the valley of Dehradun.

Our first stop was the village of Patti, which I have a hard time finding on any map.  A couple hundred people live in the village.  I was there to shadow a rural doctor, who runs a small clinic.  The patient population was much different from the population of the private clinics in the valley.  Here many more people came in for injuries (most are laborers) and diarrhea.  The doctor practices integrative medicine and uses Ayurvedic medicine liberally alongside typical allopathic treatments.  The doctor also visits neighboring villages twice a week to treat patients that can not come to see him.  We had a lovely 1 hour hike to one village on Tues and stayed in Patti to perform a health camp at the middle school.  There I got to look in the ears and mouths and listen to the lungs of about 25 students as I checked them for cavities and infections while the doctor advised them on brushing their teeth and sent them to the clinic to have their ears cleaned.

Room in Patti
Patti Pharmacy or "Chemist"
Patti locals on the main road.
Village about an hour away from Patti
Me getting ready to go to clinic. 

Kids lining up waiting for their check ups

Me checking up a patients ears

Dr. Paul keeping everything organized.





Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Buddha Temple, Clementown

 There is a little Tibetan enclave a little outside of Dehradun.  There is a very large Tibetan Buddhist temple with a monastery and school.  Near to the temple is a huge statue of Buddha.  The inside of the temple was gorgeous, but we were not allowed to take pictures.

Folks working on a bridge on the way to Clementown.  I wish I could carry things on my head like that.


Students at the monastery blowing Tibetan horns.

Prayer wheels outside the temple.

The temple

Smaller stupas surrounding the temple.


The inside of a smaller temple.  This is similar in style to what is painted on the walls of the larger stupa.  

A very large depiction of the Buddha.

Snapshots of Dehradun




The room I share with Shivani.  

Shemrock school in our neighborhood.  Honestly the most colorful school I have ever seen.  EVER.

The local trash dump where one can view "wildlife" foraging.  I have seen dogs, monkeys, cows and carabaos all eating in harmony together.

Taking an autoricksaw to clinic.

Vikram's waiting to begin their route.  These are similar to autorickshaws but travel along a route and pick up as many people as will fit along the way.  Luckily passengers refrain from riding on the outside, unlike the in the Philippines.

Early morning monkey business outside my window.  They love to jump around the balconeys.  We have to keep the screen door locked at all times so they don't barge in.  Little buggers.
One of the main roads in Dehra dun.  This isn't even during rush hour.
Bathroom at one of the clinics I shadowed at.  
More monkey biz on the street.
The outside of the ob/gyn's office.  She does outpatient, maternity and surgery.  She lives upstairs.
Store I pasted every day on my way to the clinic.  Thought of Adam every time.
Delicious food at my host moms.  Clockwise from upper left: dahl, subji and of course chapati.
All the money has Gandhi on them.
More views from my balcony.

My most favoritest bull on our block.  I love it's huge hump.