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Wide pavement leading to the Buddhist temple in Sarnath, near Varanasi, India | Seeking Sanctuary in a Sarnath Day Trip from Banaras | Teja on the Horizon blog travel story

Seeking Sanctuary on a Sarnath Day Trip

My Sarnath day trip was an impromptu decision. That day, I actually intended to explore more of old Varanasi – specifically the festival that was going to be observed in the Kashi Vishwanath temple. It should be an interesting cultural experience, and Najindran had not taken me there during our tour of Varanasi the previous day

So, after a bit of breakfast on the steps of Dashashwamedh Ghat, watching the festive umbrellas lining the ghat, I headed back into the warrens of the city towards the most important Shiva temple of Varanasi. 

Kashi Vishawanath on a Festival Day

It was never clear to me, exactly what festival it was. The hostel told me that it was not one of the really big ones, but one of the numerous lesser holy days observed in India. 

Queue of Hindu worshippers lining up to observe a festival at Kashi Vishwanath temple in Varanasi, India | Crowded alleyways of Benaras on a holy day
Lines of worshippers, everywhere

Even so, I quickly learned that my day’s intention was a lot less realistic than I imagined. The Hindu faithful in their holiest city thronged the narrow alleys of the old city in unimaginably long queues. Policemen manned checkpoints at various parts that I can only assume makes sense from a security point of view if I understood the true layout of the alleyways. Not only that, but you needed to surrender your belongings at these checkpoints – no bags, no phones (there are lockers to leave things in). 

The already close atmosphere increased in its oppressive density. The crowd was orderly, but the lines barely moved. 

And I told myself, I really didn’t need to be there. It was not my festival, and I was in the way. 

Running on empty

I freely admit that I reached my limit then. Just two days ago I came into India with the full composure of bending with the moment, following my time in Nepal. I figured, even though I am an introvert, surely I would not buckle until at least when I got to Lucknow. 

I didn’t expect to have my reserves depleted in just two days. 

Muslim women in North India wearing full burka riding in a tuktuk near Varanasi | Indian community diversity | Muslim community in Uttar Pradesh
Niqabis of Varanasi

But two nights of falling to sleep with difficulty against the backdrop of unceasing traffic noise, and two mornings of a dusty, noisy walk to the ghats, plus the sheer crowd of people headed towards Kashi Vishwanath, did it. 

When I extracted myself from the snaking queues, I did not think to choose any other activity on my Varanasi shortlist. I looked for a destination that would take me out of Varanasi completely. 

It was then that I remembered Sarnath. I remembered from the reliefs on the Pokhara World Peace Pagoda that Sarnath was an important site for Buddhism, because it was where the Buddha first delivered his teachings. 

I found a tuktuk to for the day, agreed a price, and went on a spontaneous day trip to Sarnath. 

Escape from Varanasi!

The tuktuk driver told me that we would pass through the Muslim quarter of Varanasi, before entering the Buddhist area around Sarnath.

Boys walking by a trishaw wagon on a dirt street in the outskirts of Varanasi, India | Street view en route to Sarnath on a day trip from Benaras
Streets opening up

I nodded. Cities were typically laid out with distinct areas for different ethno-religious communities before modern times, and some old cities still are. I simply reckoned that Varanasi might be one. 

I hadn’t expected to be able to tell when the line was crossed, but surprisingly I could.

I’m still not entirely sure what gave it away. It was more like several little things – fewer people out maybe, and the cows in the streets became goats. There were women out on the roads – but not on foot and not in sarees. They were often in full face veil and often on a vehicle – either a rickshaw, tuktuk, or at least a bicycle. 

The streets opened up as we entered relatively newer areas, though they were still dusty, packed earth. 

And I knew when we entered Sarnath. I knew because it was green. 

Sarnath Day Trip – Where the Buddha Taught

Sarnath felt entirely different from Varanasi. Suddenly the noise abated and the bustle dropped. It was simply not as dense. 

The tuktuk driver stopped at a common parking area for passenger transport in a place that was clearly a planned sort of amenity. He indicated to me where the Sarnath temple complex was, which was free to enter, and told me to return to find him when I was done.

I half-wondered if he would still be there. But as I could see there were many other ride options and I only paid half the fare, I did not worry too much. The greenery in the complex was calling to me. 

Sanctuary in Sarnath Temple precincts

The first thing I saw at the gate, was a set of rules. Do not take in food and ‘playing items’. No entry after 6. Be clean and peaceful.

Beyond the gate, a wide path opened and led towards the temple. All around was a spacious green lawn, lined with neatly trimmed green hedge. Birds warbled in the trees and squirrels roamed the verges freely. The place was designed for serenity.

The feeling was very similar to the sudden peace of the courtyards of the mosques of Morocco, the moment you step in from the labyrinthine bustle of the old markets.

Wide pavement leading to the Buddhist temple in Sarnath, near Varanasi, India | Seeking Sanctuary in a Sarnath Day Trip from Banaras | Teja on the Horizon blog travel story
Welcome to the garden

Now I know, in this day and age the ‘young and free’ millennial society has an automatic dislike response for rules. But that day I was incredibly relieved to see rules – they are the reason for the peace, tidiness, and order within.

It was what preserved the sanctuary, as a sanctuary. 

Thoughts while strolling in the Sarnath temple gardens

I decided to come back to the temple and opted to first wander the paved paths around.

Here there is greenery that exists not because a tree was saved by not being worth removing, or too holy to be disturbed. Instead they are wanted just for being trees, specifically planted and reared, giving assent to the human desire for a piece of primordial nature, even within the bricks and stone of great cities. 

Placard by the paths within Sarnath temple precincts, quoting Buddhist teachings
Buddhist homily

By the straight paths were placed placards of Buddhist teachings for the casual stroller – teaching, still teaching. 

The choice of quotes was interesting, I thought. They tended to be ones about placing power to change in the individual. Uncomplicated, though I’m certain the overthinking learned embellish and complexify, as smart people are often tempted to.

The teacher is giving, and does not demand worship or adoration. Although of course, invariably many of the simple masses adore the teacher anyway, sometimes instead of internalising the teaching. 

These twin tendencies of mankind obscure more truths than outright falsehoods. 

The deer park in the Sarnath temple gardens

I went on my Sarnath day trip without much preparation. So when I came upon the deer park at the end of the gardens, I did not know it was supposed to be the area where Gautama Buddha was supposed to have taught his first disciples. 

It simply looked like a recreational park for families. There was a fee to enter, and turnstiles, like an amusement park.

Butterfly with black-edged, grey-blue wings resting on a blade of grass in Sarnath temple gardens, near Varanasi, India. Since I did not particularly feel an interest in the deer, I turned back. Content to simply sit by the lined water channel with the water lilies, and watching butterflies on the grass. 

A couple of Indian men who were likewise enjoying the garden were watching me. Certainly, I looked foreign in my non-Indian clothes mostly meant for the earlier Nepal trekking. Eventually they called to me, and in halting English tried to discover where I was from. I replied, but further conversation was impeded by my lack of Hindi, and their fragmented English.

One of them did manage to make me understand that I was sitting next to a bodhi tree. He kept pointing to the heart-shaped leaf. Fortunately, I remembered something from a different trip to Pattaya, Thailand, and put two and two together. Siddhartha Gautama achieved enlightenment while meditating under a bodhi tree, which has heart-shaped leaves. 

Rain!

Raindrops. The heavy bank of cloud overhead finally released its load. 

I suppose this was the downside of being in verdant nature – lack of shelter. 

Striding back to the nearest building, the raindrops turned more quickly than I expected into a torrential downpour. I only just managed to squeeze myself into a shallow alcove between the temple colonnades.

It was a meagre shelter. As the wind shifted, it exposed different alcoves to rain bombardment and sheltered others. A few other visitors were in the same boat, at different tiny shelters by the sides of walls and buildings, and we endured as best we could. 

How I somehow attended a Buddhist sermon I did not understand 

Eventually, the rain let up enough that I judged it possible to go all the way to the temple entrance. And though you were supposed to leave your shoes in a designated rack, it was out in the rain without a cover. So I did as the others and took the damp sandals off at the steps. 

Travel story "Seeking Sanctuary in a Sarnath day trip" from travel blog Teja on the Horizon | Pinterest image | Path leading to Sarnath Buddhist temple near Varanasi, India, where Gautama Buddha taught his first disciplesAs the rain increased in intensity, and the winds began blowing it sideways, I thought I might shelter inside the temple. Walking in past the custodians, I saw that there was already a crowd inside. I took a spot on the floor next to some women. 

Looking around, the temple struck me as having a very churchlike feel. The space felt like a nave, and there were images high up on the walls depicting Buddhist scenes. At the far end, there was something like an altar or podium. 

And the person at the podium began speaking in a language I did not understand. The congregation responded at intervals. WhoopsI think I crashed a service. 

Torn between the rainy outside and the self-consciousness of having crashed a Buddhist sermon, I tried to acquire the powers of invisibility. The congregation mostly ignored me, but eventually the self-consciousness won out.

So when I judged I could do it the least conspicuously, I slid back out into the windy porch outside, and waited out the rain. 

Buddhist pilgrims in Sarnath

When the rain let up, I decided to wander over another part of the garden which was fenced around. The entrance was through an ornate arch topped by the Buddhist dharma wheel. 

Immediately after the arch was a feature installation, with statues depicting Lord Buddha teaching his disciples. Beyond, there was a kind of shrine. I watched as Indian Buddhists made their walk around the shrine – clockwise, just like I had seen in Nepal

As they rounded the front and passed by a series of prayer wheels, they passed a hand across to spin them around. Om mani padme hum

Indian Buddhist pilgrims invoking the prayer wheels at a shrine within the Sarnath temple gardens, near Varanasi, India | Indian Buddhism
Family of Buddhists spinning the prayer wheels

Rain again!!

It began to rain again. Really?? I hurried to the entrance to the deer park, which was closer than the temple. The ticket counter area had a roof, and many others were also sheltering there. 

I did not mind that much, really. It was nature falling upon nature, and I found shelter. I was provided for. It was enough. It was nothing compared to my recent monsoon trek in Annapurna

In hindsight, if the day had turned fine, I might have gone to wander the deer park. It is actually quite large, and probably very nice. 

 

Sarnath Day Trip – Sarnath Archaeological Site

There was a distinctive earthen structure rising above the treeline, visible from within the temple garden. It had to be significant. 

I wandered about the garden all around towards it, but it cannot be reached from inside the temple precincts. So I left the temple to walk along the main road to find the entrance to the place next door. The only other place in the area I could think of based on the signs, was the Sarnath Museum.

Dhamek stupa in the distance, seen across the lawn of Sarnath temple near Varanasi, India | Holy site of Buddhism | Spot of Buddha's first teaching
Dhamek stupa relic in the distance

The tour guide by the roadside

I walked up the next lane that turned in, but it didn’t seem like the right place. I walked on a little bit more and turned into the next lane. The stupa-like edifice loomed big in the background, but it was not accessible from this area either. 

As I walked back towards the main road, a man called out to me. It was a local man, middle-aged and bespectacled. He had a straight bearing and a scholarly manner. Speaking perfect English, he asked whether I was looking to see the stupa. 

“I’m looking for the museum. Is that where I can get in there?” I asked him, pointing at the edifice. 

He assented, but then said, “But there’s nothing you can see from inside the compound, that you can’t see from outside.” Like the astrologer in Varanasi, he dissuaded me from the museum, saying that it was not worth the entrance fee to look inside. “It’s expensive,” he said. He gave me the price truthfully. 

He told me he was a local Buddhist, and gives tours himself. And then he began to narrate to me the history of the place, as if we were already in conversation. Wherever I moved, he subtly shifted to keep his place in relation to me. He was not aggressive – rather fatherly in fact. But again, I found myself in the same situation as in Kathmandu Durbar Square

Inwardly I sighed, knowing this was going to cost me. This was not another Najindran. On the other hand, I looked at him with his quiet dignity, and wondered if perhaps he really needed to do this. 

Ah well. Let’s hope it would not cost me too much. 

On effective communication: The things we remember

He actually gave a really good, informative story about the place. I remember thinking this throughout his narration.

Shri Digamber Jain Mandir Temple in Sarnath, India | Jainism holy site
Digambar Jain Mandir Temple

He told me about Buddhism, its philosophies and its ideals. He took me close to the fenceline, where there were gaps for me to see Dhamek stupa. And he brought me to the side where I could see the excavation site where archaeologists were still uncovering remains of the old Buddhist monasteries that were once there. 

And later, he pointed out the Jain temple that was there, explaining that it was an important temple in Jainism. 

But the most important thing I got from this exchange had nothing to do about that. 

Because, one year on, I remember almost nothing detailed of what he told me, even though at the time I listened well enough. 

Rather, reflecting on the experience, I realised it demonstrates everything that I have been learning in recent years about what is actually essential in human communication. 

1. You remember less when you did not consent to being informed

While it wasn’t a scam per se, it was a tour that I did not feel like I chose. And so my mind was on guard, wondering when and how I would get charged for something. 

Consequently, I was busy thinking of something else, and not thinking about storing the information that was being given. Even though part of my mind that was listening, evaluated it as good information. 

You can’t force people to listen, and expect them to remember anything. 

2. You remember things better when there’s an emotional tag

Comparing the tours I had in Kathmandu and Sarnath, they were both dry and academic. The Sarnath one was actually better, less bombardment of facts and more narrative driven. 

But I remembered more things from Kathmandu. I remembered things attached to arresting visuals, like shockingly bloody effigies, or a prominent sculpture, or photos I took, and of course – anything related to the sex temple. Whereas the Sarnath tour only involved a view of the stupa and the archaeological dig. 

In fact, the only information I remember about the stupa was that supposedly there is a relic of the Buddha within, and that it was supposedly the very spot where he taught. 

There’s a reason why clickbait headlines provoke us with a specific set of words and phrases, and why image-based social media proliferated so quickly.

The brain remembers information that is paired with an emotional memory. 

3. You don’t remember what someone said, but you remember what he/you felt

No, I do not remember information about the ancient site of Sarnath. 

But, I remember the bitterness. I remember the change in his tone when he shifted from speaking about Buddhist ideals, to speaking of when a Muslim conqueror overran the lands and destroyed the structures, narrating it as though it had happened only last year. Carrying the anger of hundreds of years past, into the present day. 

People forget information a lot faster than they do feelings. And it’s feelings that will determine whether they want to listen to you again. 

Dharmapala Road

True enough, when the man was done, he held out his hand for a tip. I gave him something, but he was not pleased with the amount and asked for more. Weary and keen to be on my way, I added a little more and bid him good day. 

Knitted lanterns on sale by a street vendor on Dharmapala Road in Sarnath, India | Souvenir craft in Buddhist Sarnath
Bright knitted lanterns

I was in the mood for something more mundane, so I inspected the cheery line of vendors that lined the main road. 

Most were selling street food, and some were selling Buddhist-themed religious icons and objects. But one was additionally selling curious crafts such as a lantern-shaped decoration that seemed to be knitted (?). 

I was not sure if they were real lanterns, since they seemed somewhat… flammable. Although I suppose the Chinese have lanterns of paper. 

I thought long and hard about getting one just as a curiosity, but could not really justify the space in my backpack. In all honesty, I can’t think of where they would go in my apartment! 

Street food in Sarnath

Getting somewhat hungry, I debated whether I ought to take the risk. I have been doing well so far, having had no trouble in Varanasi at all with fried snack foods and lassi, and the success of my water filter

Thin fried dough shell, with watery sweetcorn spicy sauce filling the hollow inside | Sarnath street food
Tasty, but not the best idea

Emboldened by my success, I decided to deviate from my gastronomic care and tried one of the street food offerings. I don’t know what it was called. It was a sort of thin fried ball, hollow on the inside. I figured it would be safe enough. 

But when I said yes to a set of 5, it turned out that the way to prepare it was to puncture the top, and pour in the hollow a kind of watery spicy sauce with sweetcorn. The sauce was not piping hot. And, it had been sitting there through the rainstorm. 

But, I was feeling emboldened. I sat on the kerb, and ate it.* 

The surprise roadside musolla

There was a curious thing I noted on this road. A tiny little green** building, somehow built on the sidewalk. Rising above the roof of zinc sheets was a sort of onion dome, which one normally associates with a mosque. 

Nah, it can’t be. There are many, many religions and sects in India. It could be a building associated to any of them. Why on earth would there be a Muslim building in the middle of a footpath, let alone the one of the main street of a holy site of Buddhism?

Muslim prayer space by the roadside of Dharmapala Road, Sarnath, India | Musolla randomly on a footpath in front of Sarnath temple | Surau in the Buddhist area of Sarnath, near Varanasi
Randomly on a sidewalk

As I passed it, I turned again to look. And looked closer. 

Specifically, in the shadow of the roof over the brightly painted little grille door. I could read the Arabic. Allahu Akbar^. 

Walking closer, I confirmed it. Indeed, for some unfathomable reason, there is a tiny little musolla^^ just, you know, there on the sidewalk of Dharmapala Road! 

There’s India for ya. The currents of her history clearly eddy back and forth, trapping pieces of past decisions all stirred up together in layers and layers of superposition. 

Returning to Varanasi

The tuktuk driver was indeed still there when I went to look for him. In fact, he came up to me when I was still walking from the road.

(I later found this to be the case generally throughout my trip across Uttar Pradesh, which seems to be significantly poorer than Delhi. Because of the guarantee of a fare, drivers will wait. They will also keep an eye out for you so that you are not poached by another driver due to being unable to find them). 

He asked where I would go next. “Back to Varanasi,” I said. Back we went, and I was dropped off at the place where I was picked up. 

While my Sarnath day trip was not without its letdowns, it was new and thought-provoking. And I really needed that shot of greenery to keep me going. Game to move on to the next part of my exploration. 

Epilogue: On Religious Defensiveness

As I travelled through Uttar Pradesh visiting its prominent sites in the coming days, listening and observing in silence, reading the news and social media feed from local groups, I hear something repeated in every place I stopped. And that was the echo of grievance, like that carried by the tour guide of Sarnath. 

In Sarnath I listened to a Buddhist’s defensive words against Muslims. Then in Delhi, I listened to the Jains’ grievance against Muslims. In Agra, a Muslim’s discontent against Hindus. And in Lucknow, capital of Uttar Pradesh, Hindus defensive against the foreigner. None of it was overt or aggressive. Daily life is peaceful, and the traveller’s journey is unaffected. 

Just a latent wound kept festering by remembering a chain of feuds from long ago, that was never quite reconciled. 

It was a mental state that is not unknown to me, because it was growing in my country too. 

Only in Varanasi did I not hear it. In the city of Shiva, despite spending the most time there, I learned of Hindus having Muslim friends, and the Muslim community being known primarily for clothing Hindu women in the famous silk sarees of Benaras. 

Is it religion that fuels wars? 

It is common to read on the internet, ‘religion fuels wars’. And I often wonder whether the people writing it really do not understand, or are simply dishonest. 

Dhamekh stupa in Sarnath, near Varanasi, India | Pilgrimage site for Buddhists where Gautama Buddha taught his first disciples | Sarnath archaeological site
A view of Dhamek stupa from the fence gap

Every war is fought between tribes. In fact, in order to have a civil war, you must first split one tribe into two smaller ones that stay split. The reason for wars is invariably some kind of self-interest over things like resources and self-determination (which is still about control of resources, if you think about it). 

The nation state, nationalism, and other ethno-geographical ideas (e.g. ‘white man’s burden‘) were specifically created through the long ages of mankind either to take, or defend, resources. Where this was not feasible, any other idea that will serve as a proxy, will be conscripted. So religion as well as political-economic philosophies (e.g. capitalist vs communist, ‘democracy’ vs something else) and other non-religious socio-cultural beliefs, have all been and still are used to create the lines of tribalism required to grease the way to conflict. 

When that happens, an honest eye would see that those beliefs and philosophies cease to be themselves, since they have lost their content and become just an empty proxy for ‘the tribe’. Democracies do undemocratic things, and religious congregations justify highly irreligious things, when compared against their own standards. 

I don’t know why it’s not obvious. But the fundamental rules of an idea are what make it what it is. If you know to ask for fingerprint ID, and identify remains with dental records, before accepting someone is who they say they are, it really is baffling why people don’t automatically do the same with ideas. 

Diversity does not cause war.

In the absence of a resource grab, not even latent grievance causes war. But when self-affirmation turns into self-centredness, when diversity is turned into a proxy for tribalism that justifies taking resources from another tribe without negotiating – this causes war. 

Ornate little archway leading to a shrine commemorating Gautama Buddha teaching the dharma to his first disciples within Sarnath temple precincts, near Varanasi, India.
The wisest ones of the seekers of truth are more similar to each other than their followers.

War is caused by selfishness, by ideas that are about ‘me’. Whereas religion – all the religions, not just the ones in fashion in the West – is about the opposite of that, about ‘we’. The highest figures of every religion are venerated for embodying precisely this. And if their view does not overrule lesser ranking figures in their respective religions, are we not being dishonest? 

The hurts I remember underlying the words I heard in Uttar Pradesh were all the more poignant when you consider that every one of those religions gives a way to heal out of the festering bitterness. Not the apathy of ceasing to care. Healing

But the hearts must want to come. The wounds of the past can only be laid down together, when the groups are so sick of living this way that every one sweeps aside their grievances for the future, and puts to rest the ghosts where they belong. 

Notes:

* Yes, later that night, I regretted it very much. It was the one and only time I had digestive issues in India. (But this is why you bring a properly stocked travel med kit). To make it worse, the street food was served on styrofoam. 

** Green is often associated with Islam, because tradition has it that it was Prophet Muhammad’s favourite colour. It is also associated with luxury due to the rarity of greenery in the desert, hence featuring often in Qur’anic descriptions of Paradise luxuries. 

God is (the) Great(est)

^^ prayer space for Muslims (Arabic)

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