The charming nirvana of Rishikesh
My Rishikesh sojourn was in June or July. Rain poured from the sky whenever it felt like and the humidity was as sticky as thick honey. To make matters worse, the annual pilgrimage of Kawariyas was in full throttle and Rishikesh, Haridwar was an endless sea of orange. Kawariyas are Hindu pilgrims who traditionally are meant to carry pots of water and walk for miles, only to pour it on a Shivalingam in the state of Uttarakhand. In the olden days, this was a very tough pilgrimage that only the most devout could manage and it required great faith, dedication, humility, and perseverance. Even while growing up, I remember seeing pilgrims irrespective of social or financial status carrying water pot-laden bamboo poles and walking barefoot for days through the length and breadth of India in order to appease Lord Shiva.

Rishikesh overrun by orange-clad pilgrims
They would be a silent dedicated bunch and the only words to pass through their lips would be calls of prayers, ‘Bom Bom Tarak Bom’. Sadly, this has changed over the years and most of the Kawariyas who were camping all over Rishikesh and Haridwar at that time were only following a fad. They arrived in trucks, in orange t-shirts and gaudy shorts, played loud Bollywood music, were lecherous to women, urinated publicly, and made a complete nuisance of themselves. This ripped off much of Rishikesh‘‘s aura for me and I preferred staying holed up in a lovely hotel in Tapovan for most of the time. Tapovan was very much to my liking. Located slightly uphill, it was clad in forests that gave off a monsoon woody fragrance and the view from my verandah was refreshingly beautiful. I could see the young Ganges flowing swiftly through softly rolling hills and in the evenings, a cool breeze used to carry echoes of prayer bells from the temples, up to my room.
My daily Rishikesh routine
My small ventures into Rishikesh included walking along tree-shaded thin lanes, scampering away from monkeys on the swinging Laxman Jhula, eating delicious vegetarian lunches at the oddly named Choti Wala, and sitting by the Ganges at sunsets. Rain-covered skies often diluted the sunsets into nothing spectacular, but I loved how sweet the Ganges smelled and the softness of her fine silvery sand bank. Once, I went strolling into the bustling market and it turned out to be a riot of colours. Quintessentially Indian and complete with pesky monkeys, stray animals, devout pilgrims, and awe-struck foreign travellers, holy men urged me to foretell my future by reading my palm, and funky cafes sold organic ayurvedic tea with apple strudel.

Pilgrimage or a Party for Kawariyas?
I liked everything about Rishikesh. The fast-flowing Ganges thrilling the rafters, the eclectic mix of crystal healers, yoga ashrams, meditation studios, classical Indian music schools, the new age “nirvana” cafes, travellers dens, and the Sufi musical soirees. They existed along with the earthy Indian-ness of life and there were wooden toy sellers, vermillion heaped on sheets for sale, avoidable at best lemonade sold from mud pots, and all kinds of street food of dubious hygiene. Bare feet Indian pilgrims rubbed shoulders with international nirvana seekers and everybody went about their way, in peace and harmony. The only annoyance came from the Kawariyas and being an Indian woman traveling with a non-Indian partner, I had to face the endless brunt of lewd and crass eve-teasing. Their unkind, intolerant attitude struck me very hard since the other pilgrims of Rishikesh (both Indian and non-Indians) were strictly minding their own business folks. They too were on a spiritual journey, just like those Kawariyas and it made me again wonder, at the two faces of holiness. Which one would you choose to be?
















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I just simply love Rishikesh. I know the experiences of being harassed by lewd Kawarias. Thy have truly become a menace these days. Loved the photos. You have managed to capture the very essence of Rishikesh.
Thank you.
Loved reading your post Svetlana..I visit Rishikesh as a child and I have always wanted to go back this place for all the traditional heritage it holds..well also the Pani Puri 🙂
Thank you very much Veidehi. I love Rishikesh a lot,and as a Bong, can travel anywhere for good PaniPuri “Fuchka” as we call it.Yummmm….
very well narrated and awesome pics.
Thank you very much Himanshu.
I was born and brought up at Rishikesh, and spent 26 years of my life there. It is so pleasant to see Chotiwala still in same health 🙂 He is the ‘trademark’ of the Chotiwala restaurant.
Chotiwala is still going strong and the food remains delicious.
Amazing post! fell in love with the pictures..so much depth and meaning in each… 🙂 do check out my latest post here https://potpourriofmylife.wordpress.com/2017/04/26/preparations-for-a-himalayan-trek-with-india-hikes/
Thank you. Looking forward to your post.
Good post on Rishikesh. Even I have visited and would like to share my experience.
Hope you would like.
http://thebackpackersgroup.com/rishikesh-a-blissful-adobe/
Thank you.Looking forward to your post.