Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Sri Radha Ramanji's Appearance Day

In Vrindavan, after Narasimha Caturdasi, day after purnima (usually it is the purnima day but somehow or other this year tithi worked out different), we celebrated Sri Radha Ramanji's divine apperance day. Radha Raman Mandir is famous and well respected in Vrindavan and twice a year - on Radha Ramanji's appearance day and Janmasthami a maha abhiseka is conducted. Certainly, great festivals to attend! This year, though it was late May, the weather was great - it was cloudy and rainy, thus I didn't feel any discomfort due to the heat. I took some pictures, so here they are for you to enjoy. I worked together with Chandan Goswami (Padmanabha Goswami's son), who runs a great website: www.shriradharaman.com, thus some of the photos that I am posting here, you can find there too. I encourage everyone to have a look at that website, you will find there a lot of interesting things to read and great picture galleries to look at.
On the day of the abhiseka, all 40 Goswami families are present on the altar taking their turns in bathing the Lord. Here, on the right, you can see Chandan Goswami.

Radha Ramanji enjoys His bath in 500 liters of milk and other auspicious substances.

Pancamrita distribution.

Radha Ramanji comes out from His inner sanctum during the summer season (starting on the day of Chandan Yatra). He enjoys a fresh flower decoration every day!

Twice a year (Radha Ramanji's appearance day and Janmasthami) a special darsan is possible to be seen - maha cloth of Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu which was presented by Him to Gopal Bhatta Goswami.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

1+1=11

In Hindi we say 1+1=11. It means that when people keep together, they are much stronger than just being alone. Travelling through India and living here, I often see 1+1=11 in action. Have you ever seen a Tata Sumo with 25 people packed all tightly inside - one family doing a yatra together or just on their way somewhere? Being in India of course means being exposed to crowds too. People sometimes ask me if I feel lonely here. How could I? Living in India means that India lives with you too, whether you like it or not! Loud crowd is everywhere. Just see what a travelling Indian family consist of: a bunch of ladies (the seniors of the family plus the younger generation) - the real bosses of the group. Of course they all come with gingly ankle bells and bangles (how can life go on withouth these?). Then bunch of men - all loud and happy. They only become little bit more silent when they finally sit down to eat. And a bunch of kids in squeeky shoes - skueek, skueek - don't I love this sound? How cute.
In India basis of human life is rista (relation= family) and kartavya (duty). Now, where do I fit here? Single videshi (foreigner) who roams around India in pursuit of advancement in Krsna consciousness, study and widening career prospects. Oh, where to put me? I have no other 24 members of my family that I could stick in Tata Sumo to travel with me. Perhaps I am not so good in keeping up my duties. Possibly I even don't understand what they are. So I am a social misfit in the indian society. Yet, I live in this society as a happy, viseshi misfit. Why not? This society of a population of 1,129,866,154 is happy to live with me. Why not? 1+1=11. United we stand, divided we fall!

Narasimha Caturdasi in Vrindavan

Here is the darsan of Vraj Narasimha, a wooden deity of the Lord in a small temple situated in a galie leading to Radha Vallabha Mandir. This is where I celebrated my Narasimha Caturdasi this year. Mood was great and devotees enthusiactically qued to receive maha-prasad and caranamrta.

I also visited Radha Raman Mandir because in the evening the Goswamis were performing an abhiseka of this Narasimha Sila, which was originally worsipped by Gopal Bhatta Goswami.


Local boys dressed as Lorn Narshimhadev performed dance through the streets of Vrindavan and visited many temples to perform for the deities as well. Just after the abhiseka, they entered the Radha Raman Mandir.

The abhiseka.
Radha Ramanji's darsan on that day.


Saturday, May 17, 2008

From Jaipur...

Jaipur is going back to normal life. Though shaken, people of Jaipur don't give in. Jaipur has been known for it's very low crime rate and lack of tension between various religious communities. Both Hindus and Muslims have condemned the attack, and as one of the victims described: "Terrorism knows no religion. It kills everyone." Though the responsibility for the Tuesday bomb blasts was claimed by an islamic group, areas which were targeted belonged to both communities. Market at Badi Choupad is run mostly by Muslims and I remember happy bangle sellers from there who would offer their goods to burkha-clad ladies. At Johari Bazaar, not far from the blast site is a very popular Jama Masjid. On Friday special prayers were offered at the Mosque for the blast victims.
Here is an article from the Jaipur edition of "The Times of India" on that subject:
"Blasts fail to weaken Hindu-Muslim ties" - 17 May 2008, Avijit Ghosh,TNN
JAIPUR: It's late at night. And there's nothing really that distinguishes Islami Kallu Hotel from the rows of similar shops in Ramganj area. Except that it has far more customers than all other shops around. And the reason, says shop owner Kallu, is that it serves the best mutton qorma and other Mughlai delicacies in the town.
"My biggest customers are Hindus and they come from all parts of Jaipur. Some of them drive in from as far as 20 km to eat here," says his son Zahooruddin.
Designed to drive a wedge between the city's Hindus and Muslims, the Tuesday terror attack was meant to change all that. But it didn't happen. "Whoever was trying to divide the two communities has failed," says Kallu. It is 72 hours since the blasts and the Hindus are not back in big numbers yet. But Kallu, judging by the mood of the city and the way it has reacted everywhere, is sure that there won't be any big cracks in the relationship.
Apart from the respect for each other that comes with a sharing of lives, professional interdependence between the two communities has gone a long way in ensuring that the quality of relations doesn't dip. "Even in a restaurant like mine, there is plenty of inter-dependence. We buy ghee, oil, flour, vegetables, spices” everything from Hindus. I operate in cash but I am also open to credit with them," says Kallu.
Sitting outside Zahiruddin's Naeem Book Depot, Abdul Wahid says that many Muslim women make embroideries on fabrics. The factory owners who give them work are Hindus. "It's an economy of inter-dependence," he says. A few Muslims sitting around the shop reveal that they just hoped that the blasts would not cause a negative fall-out. "But the fact that there have been no repercussions shows that the worst is behind us. The maturity shown by citizens of Jaipur is an example to the world," says Wahid.
I P S Bagga, former president of Hawa Mahal Bazar Vyapar Mandal, estimates that Muslims form about 50% of shop owners in the Hawa Mahal area, about 35% in Johari Bazar and about 5% in Bapu Bazar. In several city-based industries such as gems and stones, shoes, fabrics.” the workers and the owners often are from different communities.
Figures are hard to come by but everyone admits that a majority of the artisans employed in cutting, polishing and shaping are Muslims. The owners are both Hindus and Muslims. Bagga sums up the situation: "The serial blasts have saddened people. But Hindu and Muslim shop owners have always cooperated with each other. That will never change."

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Scenes from the SMS Hospital in Jaipur

Here is the map of of the bomb blasts in Jaipur. Those of you who have been in this city will notice the cruel precision aimed at killing applied here. The spots that were hit are the busiest places in the old city. This map shows 5 places, but in fact there were 9. 12 minutes before the blast I left Badi Choupar to go to see Radha Govindadevji.

There is an all day curfew in the city, all shops are shut and the streets are deserted. Yesterday I decided to go around the city on my scooter to see what the atmosphere was like. Most of the roads were closed with a lot of police present at every major junction.

Panch Bhatti Circle at MI Road.

My neighborhood - Raja Park; usually this road is full of traffic.

Not knowing what to do with myself in a deserted city, I decided to buy newspapers and check the latest news. As I was driving past the Sawai Man Singh Hospital where most of the bomb blast victims were treated, I decided to stop my scooter and go in. By now, dead people were being removed to the morgue so that the space for those still living could be made. SMS Hospital is the biggest one in Jaipur.


Whole scene had a live coverage.



Here families and friends of the victims were checking the lists posted on the walls saying who was admitted to the hospital. Once could sense tension on the faces of those looking at the wall. I looked up the names - people of all ages and from various parts of Jaipur were admitted. On the evening of the blasts police had to keep the crowd in control here, because families were frantically trying to bring their loved one's in, or were trying to find out if they were in the hospital. Some were looking for the dead.

The "blood bank" was busy with the people willing to donate their blood.

Corridors were made into makeshift wards. As I walked around the hospital on the first floor where the "Day Care Centre" was, I could see various people wounded, lying under drips, with families surrounding their beds. As I walked up, the scene got more gruesome and I didn't dare to take any pictures. There, most of the people were in very bad condition, mostly with limbs missing, full of blood stained bandages. Faces of the victim's relatives expressed enormous suffering too.

As I walked back downstairs, someone was being taken away. Meantime on the corridors in the hospital one of the workers was washing off the blood from the walls.

I dread what may be behind this picture. It's from Badi Choupad bomb blast site. At 6.30pm I spoke with the man who was selling these drums in front of Hawa Mahal... Afterwards he headed towards Badi Choupad...

Bomb Blasts in Jaipur - Pictures

Here I have nothing to say here, the photos speak for themselves.




Jaipur Bomb Blasts

Yesterday night 9 bombs went off in the old city of Jaipur, in the main parts of the busy bazaars.




Here is an article from "The Times of India":

JAIPUR: Terror struck yet again — this time in Jaipur, at the busiest market, at the busiest hour, aimed with chilling precision to kill, maim, terrify and cleave the country. At last count, the toll was 80 killed, and with over 150 injured, it could go up. (Watch)

The first blast took place at 7.20pm on Tuesday in the crowded Johari Bazaar and within 15 minutes seven more blasts occurred in adjoining areas in the walled city — near the Hanuman Mandir, which was milling with devotees, near Hawa Mahal, at Badi Chaupad, Tripolia Bazar and Chandpole.

Within minutes, the entire market was a picture of total chaos. People ran screaming, jumping over dead bodies and severed limbs, skirting mangled rickshaws and damaged cars. The piercing wail of ambulance sirens replaced the firecrackers that would go off every other day in Jaipur to celebrate its victorious Rajasthan Royals T20 team.

Terrorists displaying the telltale tactics of Lashkar-e-Taiba and SIMI struck with bombs planted on cycles and cycle-rickshaws. In the past three years, this is the 21st terror attack outside Jammu & Kashmir. Chief minister Vasundhara Raje said, "We will not tolerate this."

Police later arrested a man from Mumbai. Rajasthan's director general of police, A S Gill, said the attacks were designed to cause maximum damage and the sites had been picked with care. He confirmed that bombs had been planted on brand- new Avon cycles. Similar cycle blasts on September 8, 2006, in Malegaon, Maharashtra, had killed 38 people during a Muslim festival day. Bombs on cycles were also used for the attack on the Faizabad court.

The Malegaon attacks were blamed on LeT and the banned Students' Islamic Movement of India.

The Jaipur attack might have been worse had three unexploded bombs not been defused in the walled city area. Another bomb was defused in the upmarket Raja Park area, triggering fresh fears. Mercifully, the city was keeping calm.

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Right now the city is under the curfew, Raja Park where I live is almost all shut down. Yesterday I missed the blast in the city by 12 minutes, but I saw what was happening afterwards. Late afternoon I was doing an interview for my academic research at Johari Bazaar, then I moved on to Hawa Mahal where I left my scooter. Bomb was exactly where I have parked. I went to visit one temple across the road and then went to Govindaji Mandir. On my way out from the temple I could see that things were not right - people rushed off somewhere and police came ready for a laathi charge. Big traffic, streets closed off, shops all shut. I looked up at Radha Damodar Mandir - temple was also shut and then I knew that something awful must have hapened since it was an aratik time for them. Police vans, ambulances, riot police and dispersed, disoriented crowds confirmed my fears.

Krsna has saved me by making me to go for Govindadevji's darsan at 7pm instead of 6.15. First I was planing to see Govindadev at 6.15 and then do my things after 7pm at Johari Bazaar, Hawa Mahal, Sanganeri gate - exactly the time and place of the blasts. Somehow or other I decided to have a longer darsan at 7 o'clock, instead of a 15 minute one after 6pm. Haven't I have done it - I would be well gone, since the route I always take is where the bombs were. I saw one of my teachers yesterday during the day, and since she knows that I am always at that time in these areas on my scooter, the first thing that she did after hearing about the bombs was that she went to my house to see if my scooter was there. It wasn't - I was out. She finally reached me on the phone and spoke to me at 11.30 pm to her relief.

While I was sitting in the temple yesterday night and looking at Govindadev I felt an inspiration to chant extra rounds and Gayatri, what made me to stay longer in the temple than I was expecting. Krsna's mercy, otherwise I wouldn't be here to write this blog entry...

Monday, May 5, 2008

Student Life Bliss

I am presently in Vrindavan, relaxing, and chilling in the not-so-chilly Vraj. How nice to be back! Everyone is anticipating the upcoming Chandan Yatra and the devotees are enthusiastically making the sandal wood paste for the Lord.
As I am here, I am recovering from all the stress and hard work of my Hindi exams in Jaipur. Here are a few memories of my academic year which I have just completed.

Govindadev! He is certainly the king of Jaipur! It is a great priviledge to be able to have His darsan on a daily basis. Jaipur people certainly beat everyone in their level of devotion to Govinda.
Me - always busy, always on the go. Picture taken secretly by my friend Zain.
Zain and Emily - fellow Londoners, SOAS students and my Jaipur flatmates. This table was the centre of the life in our house!

And this is how it looked just prior to the exams!

We cleared the table occasionally - just as here, when we decided to have a tennis tournament of the Jaipur, Jawahar Nagar district, sector 6! Of course we had to prepare for our exams, maukhik prastutis (oral presentations), write final projects (oh, don't I just love typing in Hindi?) and learn all the sanskrit, urdu, pharsi, and hindi prefixes and sufixes. But how not to refuse the game?

Emily always won!

Indian educational system means: if you are late = you are dead! Here are Zain's precautions to avoid the troubles at school.

Me, friend Louise and some of my Hindi teachers, relaxing after the examination was over.

This is how Zain rated my scooter driving skills.

And me again - living my busy student life. Picture taken at 2.30 am, and no, I didn't just get up to go for mangala-arati. I just didn't have time to go to sleep yet!