Tuesday, 9 February 2016

To click or not to click in Mana - India's last village.

"No photographs, please." pleaded the priest. The priest at this temple shattered all my prejudices about priests in Hindu temples. Not only was he kind, but he was so patient that for a moment I wasn't sure if he was really a priest. Such humility is rare to see in people who consider themselves keepers of God and religion- rare and beautiful.

"Why not? What's wrong with taking a picture of our God? Why are all the temples so fussy? We come from such far off places..." grumbled the old gentleman, his voice becoming shriller as he went on. His hands jutted forth, shaking with anger and trying to make his point for him.

"Please do the darshan with your eyes and imprint it where you can see his image all the time, anytime." gestured the priest, raising and resting his fingers on the vermilion tilak on his forehead, in between his eyebrows. He closed his eyes. A hint of a smile twitched at the corners of his salt and pepper mustache. When he opened his eyes, they sparkled.

I was putting my shoes back on when this exchange happened. The temple is tiny, so I could witness the scene without intruding. 

The angry gentleman muttered his annoyance to his group in his native language, looked up and caught my eye. I smiled. 

"Was I wrong, wanting to click a picture? You know how difficult it is to come here at my age? Why are these priests so fussy?" he presented his arguments to me, in the hope that I'd side with him. 

I had smiled. I must be on his side. The angry gentleman turned towards me to boost his army. I must have looked like an ally because my camera was lying next to me. 

"Isn't it?" he continued in a much calmer voice as I pushed the bulgy ankle of the woollen socks I was wearing into my trainers.

He stationed himself opposite me. I had to engage. There was no escape. 

I straightened up and said, "I don't know. I love taking pictures, too. Panditji isn't wrong though, is he? I don't recall taking a picture of my daughter when she was born, but I can see every detail of her the first time I saw her. Maybe, sometimes we don't need the camera to take a picture."

I have no idea why I said that. It must be Ganesha's wisdom emanating from the cave and affecting me. I'm the last person on Earth to say that because I love to click. Ask my family how frustrating it gets for them to venture out with me.

Maybe it was the fact that the now-not-at-all-angry gentleman's group was threatening to leave him (or so I assume for they were talking in a language I couldn't identify) or maybe my smile had worked or maybe he was a softie who just got a bit irritated because he knew he wouldn't be able to come on  this journey again. He looked like he was in his mid or late seventies. Whatever the reason may have been, by the time I had tied my shoe laces, he and I were exchanging details of what we'd seen so far and just how beautiful this place was.

When I started writing this story, the kind priest's words came back to me. I tried to recall my most precious moments. Eureka! Not a single special moment of mine is a photo. None. But I can still recall each detail with complete clarity.

Those moments are so perfect that I never had the need to capture them artificially. What an odd thing to say as I sit here today cobbling together the photos I've taken of the last Indian village.

But, that's how I feel. My clicks are of moments I like to capture to look back at or to share with friends- beautiful, stunning moments.

But the perfect ones, like my first crush in grade 7, or the second one in grade 9, or the one in college. Or my secret one-sided love affair with the guy who used to flip rumali rotis in that dhaba I used to pass by in my school bus every afternoon. Throughout grade 10, I sat on the left side (window seat) of the bus for a chance to spot him. He was gorgeous. I was 15. It didn't matter that he didn't know I existed. Hindi films coursed through my veins passionately. I rest my case. Or my first kiss. Or the moment when my children were born. These perfect moments don't need any cameras. It's all here, like Wordsworth's Daffodils:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
The priest's words stay with me. I may keep my perfect moments for myself, but the beautiful ones need to be shared. Hop on board for the last leg of our journey on this mother-daughter trek in September 2015.

We had gathered at Gobind Ghat to squeeze into a mini bus which would take us to Badrinath. This 25 km drive is breathtaking and scary. I would've preferred to walk, I think. We drove over melting glaciers! Yes, the glacier is packed down with grit to make it easy for vehicular traffic, but when you see water dripping from the piece of ice block your bus is on, you do feel a bit jittery.

Badrinath was silent when we drove in just after mid-day. We were informed that the temple wouldn't open for darshan till 3pm. So the group was led to a restaurant to eat lunch and that's where I devoured this thali. It's a mini miracle that I got this shot...I was soooooooooooooo hungry!

Chillies, anyone?

3 kilometers from Badrinath is the last Indian village, Mana. It's about 24 kilometers from the Indo/Tibetan-China border. We went exploring...
Imprints of the Mahabaratha and its legends are visible all over this tiny village inhabited by the Bhotias (a Mongol tribe). It feels like walking onto a film set of the Mahabaratha. There are two caves here: Vyas Guha and Ganesh Guha, the place where it is believed that Ved Vyas dictated the epic to Ganesha. This is where I met the wise priest.

According to the priest, Ved Vyas needed a scribe when he was ready to dictate the Mahabaratha. Ganesh agreed to be his scribe on one condition -- Ved Vyas should recite the entire epic non- stop. He agreed but put a counter condition for Ganesh-- that Ganesh should only write the verses he understood. This way, while Ganesh was figuring out a verse's meaning, Vyas would compose the next verse and so on. Also, when Vyas needed the loo or a nap, he would recite a tricky verse. So while Ganesh took his time to decipher and understand, Vyas would be done with his bodily functions. Cool story.

Like the priest, the villagers were anti-photographs. I wasn't sure why. The women working in their garden patches, selling woollen hats and woven mats, grinding herbs for tea or tadka for daal, washing wool in the streams all protested aggressively against being clicked.

I asked a lady whose integrity impressed my daughter. She was selling tea leaves. I bought a few packets. She didn't have change. I gestured for her to keep the change.

She promptly gave me another packet and settled the transaction, " Zyada paisa nahin chahiye." (I don't need the extra money) and smiled.

"Aap log photo le kar kya karega? Yeh to humara roz ka kaam hai." What will you do with our photos? This is our daily life. She answered my question with a question.

The Bhotias are hardworking, honest and proud.

I began to understand why they don't like being clicked. I would protest aggressively if you came to my door and started clicking me while I was fixing my morning cuppa. Intrusion is never welcome.

There are those among us who travel like hunters- hunting for photo opportunities. Not a bad thing to click, I agree...but can we show some etiquette please?

As a rule, please ask for permission when you are clicking photos of humans or their property.

Would you be comfortable being clicked by a complete stranger? I know, I wouldn't.

The hunter-gatherer traveller who forces locals to pose with them needs to think how he/she would feel if the roles were reversed.

Clicking photos is not the focus when we meet people on our travels. The people are. The people and their stories enrich my travel experience. I click people I've met, with their consent, to look back and reminisce. Usually, it's after a short/long chat that I ask for their permission. You know instinctively when someone would like to be clicked. I hate being photographed. In my mind, I'm so much more beautiful than what the camera captures. Don't laugh...that's how I feel. The camera doesn't lie, you say...in my case it does, trust me.

So I know how uncomfortable it must get for people who live in places where tourists flock and force them to pose. Tourism brings revenue, so it's not always easy to refuse. But as travellers, let's not forget basic human courtesy.

Before I get all carried away with my rant, let's get back to Mana...

As you get to the end of the village, your ears pick out the gush of roaring water and your eyes are drawn to these huge boulders. They look like two boulders to me, but it's a single rock. This is called Bhim Pul. Legend has it that Bhim made this bridge to help Draupadi cross the gushing river Saraswati when the Pandavas were on their way to heaven.

This pul (bridge)reminds me of Gustav Klimt's Kiss.

The crashing cacophony of the water fills your ears and thoughts. Legend has it that Maharishi Ved Vyas requested the noisy Saraswati to flow quietly so that he could dictate the Mahabharatha to Ganesh without the noise in the background. Saraswati didn't oblige and like a true evolved soul, Ved Vyas banished her to the underground. Yes, this most sacred Hindu river, the Saraswati, plunges underground somewhere near Mana and then reappears (mythical) near Allahabad in  Prayag.

If you'd like to read more about the latest on Saraswati, check this site out:

On our way back from the pul (bridge), we saw this sadhu. He didn't say anything. I asked if I could click. He seemed extremely ready. He posed. I clicked. I made an offering at the altar. Transaction complete.

It was time to pose and get clicked.

The mini bus drove us back to Badrinath temple. I took some photos on the way and a few before entering the temple. My mother-in-law had warned me of the heaving crowds inside the temple. I wasn't looking forward to jostling my way to God! I'm sure he'd understand.

As luck would have it, our group of seven were the only people inside the temple that afternoon. We sat down and did our own thing -  chanted/meditated/stared/counted our blessings/ thanked the universe. I hopped between reciting the Gayatri mantra, patting my back for being so lucky to be there minus the crowds and admiring the beautiful antique chandelier hanging above me. It was made of silver which had become more beautiful with time. The grayish patina lit up like a faded moon peeping through feathery clouds; alluring in its evanescence. The glass lamps were milky white, soft and welcoming like the froth on top of a tall glass of lassi. It's the most beautiful chandelier I've ever seen. God seemed happy, too.

Parikrama around the temple followed by dipping our feet in the hot spring at the bottom of the temple completed our trip to Badrinath.

It was time to head back. A short walk through the bazaar and we were back in our mini-bus: 
home bound. 
  He may not show it, but he agreed to be clicked:)

"Kuchh de kar jaana." (Give us something), they said.
"Then I can take a picture?"
"Kyun nahin?" (why not?)

I'm all for sensible commerce.
Commerce with courtesy...I like the ring to this phrase.

"...Yadaan aayeean...
Lokee punj wele
Sanu har wele
yadaan ayeean..."

These lines are from a sufi song I listen to often and it translates as:

...memories and thoughts ...
people think of you five times a day
you are with me all the time
memories and thoughts...

Have a lovely day and hope to see you soon. 


  1. breathtaking pictures and the text is so descriptive that as I read it I am imagining I am there...

    1. Cheers Mimi:) Hope it wasn't too descriptive...I do tend to go on...as you know. Thanks for reading and commenting. xx

  2. Lovely, thanks for taking me on this Teerth Yatra to Badrinath....temple and all!
    And yes, photo hungry travellers do tend to be a bit intrusive. Courtesy pays....

    1. I didn't know we would be visiting Badrinath when we set out or maybe I wasn't paying attention. Imagine going with a 19 year old to Hemkund Sahib and Badrinath on the same trip! But the energy in both these places and the beauty around made this trek the most beautiful one to date for me and for Arshia.

  3. You do visit some lovely places!

    1. Feel lucky Tammy...to be able to see the world. xx

  4. Thank you Arti for the trek into the "High" places. Sometimes seeing the world through a camera lens is an obstacle to true experience. We take pictures to capture a moment that in truth can never be captured. But then we can write about what we saw, felt, inhaled, heard, and tasted.
    Take care, my friend.

    1. Thank you April. Yes, writing about these experiences certainly helps. xx

  5. Beautiful post sister. Made me nostalgic.

  6. Hi Art..this is sunila. Loved this post, the clicks and your thoughts. Loved the little stories re mythology too. So thanks for sharing and letting me get a glimpse of wonders awaiting me..some time. Enjoyed reading this so much. Sunila

    1. I wish for you to glimpse these wonders soon:) Thank you for reading and commenting Sunila. xx

  7. Hi Arti - It's been way too long since I've popped over here for a visit. It is always a struggle for me - when to click and when to just bathe myself in the beauty of a moment. Lucky for me, I am pretty shy behind my lens and don't usually like to photograph people because I always feel like I am intruding. This summer I will be doing an internship through Vermont State Parks, and one of the things I will be working on is photographing people.

    Anyway, I agree that the world's beauty needs to be shared, and your photographs are truly inspiring. You seem to know when to click and when to just relish your journey with your eyes, mind, and heart. So, I've nominated your blog for a Liebster Award. I hope you'll accept. Here's the scoop. Thanks for inspiring me on this blogging journey. http://backroadramblers.com/liebster-award-take-two/
    Have an awesome day.

    1. OOh! Golly! Tara...I'm all goosebumps and tingles...thank you for the nomination. It's been a busy time for me too-- My in-laws are visiting, so cooking meals and being a host is on the menu these days:) Sending you a big hug with a heart full of gratitude. xx

  8. breathtaking... places like this have so much soul, even photos can transmit that, so thank you arti for clicking!!!! =) i always feel like leaving my camera bahind to experience more fully, and i do sometime regret that too! =)

    1. I hear you Ananda...I guess it's a balance we have to find within ourselves. Thank you for stopping by. xx

  9. I loved how you put it together, stories and pictures intercepting. It's such a different world to me but you've made me feel like I'm there. (And yes, totally agree with the priest, we don't always need photos to retain the moment.)
    Visiting you from the a to z challenge btw 😊

    1. Thank you Miss Andi:) Your comment has jolted me to the fact that the challenge is a fortnight away and I need to get back to writing regularly. It's always great to see new readers here.

  10. It speaks the silence of the Himalayas...for me...
    I ask as the great poet once asked, "Are you just an image...painted upon the canvas..."...and Mana reminds me of days and nights spent there on many occasions...of dreams chasing life...or of life chasing the dreams...in an alive tent of sleepless night...
    Your images have spoken so long to me...and I too spoke to them...
    And, I ask again, "Are you just an image, Mana?"
    My regards

    1. I've read your words many times Saibal. They are poetry.
      Thank you for leaving such sublime comments for me to relish.
      Have a dreamy day:)

  11. Beautiful photos. Such an interesting account of the visit. It was an intense virtual tour for me.

    1. Thank you:)
      I read it again and realised I used to write extra long posts in 2015!


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