Notes from the Kumbh : Vignettes
The Kumbh is an experience. Shared by millions. As I discovered at the Mahakumbh in Prayagraj in 2001, it can be an intense experience.
There were three of us: Barret Standboulian, a Russian born Jew, who lived in the UK and was at the Kumbh as part of the Channel 4 team; Asra Nomani, a Muslim, was born in Mumbai, had grown up in the middle east and lived in America. She was reporting for the Wall Street Journal. I, aware of being a Hindu (though religious identities were subdued for all of us) wondered aloud: "Religions divide humanity. Why can't there be a religion that gives primacy to human beings?"
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"Namaste", Asra interjected and joined her palms.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, it's your religion that regards humans as God". Seeing me perplexed, she held forth, "Don't you know what the word Namaste means? It means I bow to the divine in you".
Oh! I remember lapsing into silence for a long time, oblivious of the rest of the conversation. There was a time - aeons ago - when people of this subcontinent consciously invoked and evoked Godliness in one another. This gesture of greeting surely must have created an atmosphere of humility, respect, love and harmony. 'Namaste' is a philosophy by itself, a complete guide to wellness all around!
Indian Policemen are so well Behaved
Walking in the Kumbh mela one evening, we came across a five year old child crying as he had been separated from his parents. A policeman was consoling him, as lovingly as a father would. The policeman, noticed an old woman having problems crossing the road. Holding the child by with one hand, he walked to the woman to guide her to safety with the solicitous concern of a son towards his mother. "Man, your cops are angels compared to our Bobbies", remarked Barret.
I found that remark most ironical. I recalled the friendly smiling face of a British police officer - armed only with a small T shaped wooden contraption rather than pistols that our officers wielded - who gave me directions from Victoria Railway station on my first visit to London. I remember telling colleagues at the BBC that the British police was very civilised compared to our police back in India.
However, Barret was right. There was something about the energy of the Kumbh - the calmness, the serenity, the humility - that Indian police acquired angel like qualities. Violence is very relative. On a major bathing day, when crowds were jostling for every square inch of the space, mounted police waved their batons in the air to clear the way for a caravan of Sadhus. Not a soul was touched. And yet, the gesture of cops waving a baton in the air seemed violent. Such were the vibes that one soaked at the kumbh.
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