I went to see the Ganga Aarti today.
Banaras is a strange City. Along the Ghats one can see thousands of people looking at the evening Aarti and praying for their well being in the boat on the Ganga. Not even 500 metres away lies the cremation Ghats. Probably people here are so accustomed to death that even after seeing the dead burning just a few minutes ago they are able to immerse themselves in the Aarti. Or is it that because I wasn't able to immerse myself in the religious experience that I was stuck up on this thought of living and dead? Is it that one needs to immerse oneself in religion to forget about the ills of life? Or is it that these people do not consider death as bad?
Oh. And It is in Banaras that you find a sadhu on the same roads as the ones where moksha is sold.
Banaras is a strange City. Along the Ghats one can see thousands of people looking at the evening Aarti and praying for their well being in the boat on the Ganga. Not even 500 metres away lies the cremation Ghats. Probably people here are so accustomed to death that even after seeing the dead burning just a few minutes ago they are able to immerse themselves in the Aarti. Or is it that because I wasn't able to immerse myself in the religious experience that I was stuck up on this thought of living and dead? Is it that one needs to immerse oneself in religion to forget about the ills of life? Or is it that these people do not consider death as bad?
Oh. And It is in Banaras that you find a sadhu on the same roads as the ones where moksha is sold.
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