Chopped wood is stacked up in several neat piles waiting to feed the pyres at Manikarnika Ghat, the cremation ground on the banks of the Ganga in Banaras where the pyres burn day and night. It is a unique cremation ground where the customary Hindu rule of cremating bodies only between sunrise and sunset does not apply. The special blessings of Lord Shiva himself, the lord of the city ensures the liberation of the soul.
As I lean on the railings of the terrace of a temple
at the Ghat in the afternoon watching the flames and smoke rise from at least
half-a-dozen pyres below, I am joined by a Buddhist monk in the characteristic maroon
gown. “Everyone should pay a visit to this place to keep the ego in its right
place,” he opines. He is accompanied by an elderly white lady – maybe European
or American – who too, perhaps has come to Banaras in a search for the meaning
of life – or is it death?
Bereaved waiting for cremation
As I trudge up the narrow alley from the cremation
ground to the main road, the hustle and bustle around continues. Several
funeral processions wind their way down to the ghat chanting ‘Ram naam satya
hai’ (taking the name of Ram is the only truth). The Ganga meanwhile flows
serenely down towards the sea carrying the ashes of the dead.
Not that the belief is universal. I find a sceptic in a
tourist guide and an old-time inhabitant of Banaras. How is it possible, he
asks that ‘moksha’ is assured just by being cremated at Banaras regardless of
merit.