Describe a visit to a Hindu place of pilgrimage, explaining its importance to believers.

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R1 Describe a visit to a Hindu place of pilgrimage, explaining its importance to believers.

The fireball of midday sun is high above in the azure sky. No clouds offer the refuge of shade and most of the trees have withered under the scorching, intense glare of the sun.

In front of me, hundreds of people, all ages, shapes and sizes rush to the riverside. I stand at the bank of the most significant and cherished river of my faith, the Holy River Ganges.

Different smells mingle together – spices, body odours, and rotting corpse. To an out-sider it seems like total chaos, but for me, it is like coming home.

Masses of people tumble past to get to the river, slipping and sliding on the concrete Ghats (platforms or steps where pilgrimers bathe or people cremate bodies) and end up colliding with naked bodies bathing in the Ganges.

On the roads, tradesmen and stall people try their hardest to sell passers-by something, whether it be insect ridden fruit or tiny miniscule statues of various Gods or Goddesses. The homeless line the streets like insulation from the outside world and urchins play in the dust. However they are all oblivious to their filthy surroundings, just content to be near the Ganges.

On the far side of the riverbank I can see a funeral taking place. A burning corpse crowded by loved ones. A couple of metres down, a frail young woman stands alone on a rock, a copper urn in her hands. Her white sari blowing poignantly in the gentle breeze, she turns it over and the ashes fly free, scattering about like confetti. The woman slumps down onto the rock and grieves for her lost one. From the size of her urn, I’m guessing it was her child.

Ganges. Holy River to the entire religion of Hinduism. When I left “home” (London, UK) I had no idea of what lay ahead of me. Sure, id heard all the tales and stories from my elder peers, but it never measured up to what I was seeing in front of me now.

Why did I come to Ganges?  I’d just discovered I had cancer. It was life threatening and there was no chance of it going into remission. I came to Ganges to pray for a miracle or at best, to die beside the river and go straight to heaven. My life hadn’t been perfect. I wasn’t a textbook perfect Hindu. But I’ve always believed everyone deserves a second chance. My only hope was that it wasn’t too late to save myself. The doctors said I had 3 months till the end, 5 at the most. I came to wait for death.

Ganges is no ordinary river. It runs deep from the ice-cold springs of the majestic Himalayas, through India’s most sacred city- Benares, where Lord Shiva himself lived and runs its course to the Bay of Bengal where it is released into the seas. Another waterway, Jumna also merges with The Ganges in Allahbad.

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Of course there are other shrines and places of worship, lots of them -to visit one of four of the greatest shrines (Jagannath in Puri, Rameshwaram in South India, Dwarkadheesh in the West and Barinath in the Himalayas) is a great dream for many Hindus. In Benares however, hundreds of temples line the banks Ganges. Many miracles are said to have occurred on its banks. Shrines to Gods, goddesses and other deities form a kind of procession line down the river also.

 Originally, Ganges was actually a Goddess called Ganga who was the mistress of all the Gods until a ...

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