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Recorded tapes-but not as surprised as I am when I'm told that theĪarti, once a simple daily ritual, was pumped up to be this grand In the evening, I'm surprised to find that the famous GangaĪarti is actually performed on two ghats, and the aarti is played via Nadesar Palace where I lounge around in the living space outside my I recover from my brush with the city inside the luxury of the I return to my hotel afterĮating the those crisp hot kachoris. Usual and are a popular pre-breakfast snack. Served out of tin boxes, these kachoris are smaller and rounder than the it is almost late to buy the roadside kachori-chhole I come across another essential form of Varanasi life: street food.Īt 6.30 a.m.

The temple itself is crowded and I come away without actually Mornings begin in the open-most of the houses have their doors open atĦ a.m. Walking through the gali gives me another slice of Varanasi life where Thinking that, if spruced up nicely, this could be any European lane. Narrowīylanes snaking across old structures, houses, with people standing atĭoorways, some people-watching, reading the papers. The Vishwanath Gali is a sheer delight to walk through. Here death is business and death is tourism. It anyway as this is where I have to climb off, to get to the Vishwanath Wanted to see the ghat where they light funeral pyres- a popular spotįor foreigners, it seems-but I turn his offer down politely. We float along for a while when the boatman asks if I Garden even at this early hour-some soap themselves, some wash clothes,Īnd some dive into the same water they have just washed clothes in, forĪ merry swim.

People are busy using the Ganga like a tap in their It's a relief to see the river look likeĪ river at last. Ganga looks silvery and then, as the sun rises slowly, it turns pink, I reach Dashashwamedh Ghat, the main ghat where the famous GangaĪarti is performed at sunset, and ease into a waiting boat. This contrast of gossip and prayer-adda and ghat-are the two Tea and laughter follow before they head back home, get ready and leaveįor work. Gossip from daily life, discussions from the news, cups of Walk to a chaiwalla and sit for a session of what can only be describedĪs addabazi. Once there, they take a dip, pray, some breakĪway for various forms of yoga, and then comes the best part-they then As they walkĪlong, more and more people gather, and little groups of men walk

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These men, as most men of Varanasi, have a routine, each day wakeĪt the crack of dawn and start walking towards the Ganga. Men doing, walking in a group at this hour Slowly, thanks to the ever-present cows on the road. Groups of men were walking along with our car, which was proceeding To take away a beautiful image of the Ganga with me. One to spring out of bed, I was extremely reluctant to set of in theĭark in search of the perfect sunrise. Palace is a small haveli, tastefully done with lots of space with nooks Trees and shows you the in-house vegetable garden. Itself, which can take up to one hour, going around the royal gardens inĪn old-style horse-drawn carriage as your guide tells you about the old To address one's attention to are the huge grounds of the hotel Quiet, green and spread out, the Taj hotels in Varanasi immediately takeĪway the kinks of the journey and I am ready to explore. Palace-the luxury property and Gateway-the more affordable option. One city and are staying in another-so different are the worlds of theĬity and the Nadesar grounds that hold the two Taj Hotels, Nadesar Is as much a division of different worlds, as it is a meetingĭriving from the airport to the hotel seems like you have landed in The frenzied pace of Varanasi, the oldest living city in the world. Summary: The tranquillity at the Taj Nadesar Palace provides a A River Runs Through It.' Retrieved from

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