A Travellerspoint blog

Images of Varanasi at Dawn

Awaiting the Calcutta Express

sunny 32 °C

At 5am. our auto-rickshaw roars through Varanasi’s near deserted streets, horn blaring at shadows, waking only the day.

A thousand somnolent souls seeking cold comfort on the station forecourt, like tightly shrouded corpses awaiting the pyres, barely stir. Yet the platforms are a heaving mass of humanity as trains come and go.

The 5.38am. Poorva Express to Kolkata, (Calcutta), is an hour late, we are told, and we watch the day break as we wait.
Sharp-eyed rats and barefoot urchins scramble for scraps in the leftovers of the night, while a dog with an infected tail tries to bite it off.

At 6.38am. a weighty bull, dribbling urine, wanders the platform in search of scraps, and a squad of monkeys arrive like a team of attacking commandos; racing across the roofs and shimmying down a myriad of stanchions to the platforms.

Cow_on_the_platform.jpgMonkeys_on_platform.jpg

An apple seller is instantly surrounded by the marauding apes and frantically fights them off with his antiquated brass scales. The monkeys eye us up and we gather our bags tightly, then a legless beggar drags himself to our feet and pleads.

By 7.38 the warming sun enlivens the sleepers and the platform becomes a communal toilet before our eyes. Privacy here is only for the rich.

Our train has dropped off the arrivals board. ‘God knows when it will arrive’, we are told, though no one else seems to know.

It is 8.38 and our world is bustling with travelers, porters, beggars, scavengers, monkeys, rats, dogs, cows and chai-wallahs, but all we want is the 5.38 Express to Kolkata.

Nine o’clock arrives and with it comes our train - three and half hours behind schedule, but no one is concerned; only a fool or a foreigner expects a train to be on time in India

And now, time for another puzzler ...
Puzzler.jpg
Here's a picture we took in the heart of Varanasi City - what are these wall decorations?

The winner will receive enough wood for their own funeral pyre on the banks of the Ganges, (coffin and airfare not included).

Congratulations to all of you who correctly identified the mystery objects as cow dung. The patties are stuck on the wall so that they will dry in the sun. When they are fully dried they fall off and are ready to be used for cooking - fuel that is! Heaps of dried cow dung can be seen everywhere here, (along with plenty of the wet stuff).
There were so many winners that you can all charter a plane and have a mass funeral pyre if you like!!

Posted by Hawkson 03:14 Archived in India

Email this entryFacebookStumbleUpon

Table of contents

Comments

"Wall" threw me. They look like the eastern equivalent of buffalo chips.
Snowing on Gabriola this am.

by R and B

I think the wall is made of cow dung. R and B are close.

by Janet

Cow dung or not I love the texture. Very organized pattern. I might use the design in a ring minus the dung. Your minds must be so filled with all that you are seeing.

by Sue Fitzwilson

'Sharp-eyed rats and barefoot urchins' - the imagery is wonderful. Thanks for bringing us along on your journey.
Shelagh

by Shelagh

I remember learning about the sacred cow in Hindu society and how their economy depended on cow dung as a building material as well as the milk for diet - apparently it is or was the most effective material for that climate. So if Hindus were to eat their cows they would have to pay for imports.

by Janet

I'm with the cow dung...unless they are the Indian equivalent of a Big Mac...
luv to you two
Sharron

by Sharron

Comments on this blog entry are now closed to non-Travellerspoint members. You can still leave a comment if you are a member of Travellerspoint.

Enter your Travellerspoint login details below

( What's this? )

If you aren't a member of Travellerspoint yet, you can join for free.

Join Travellerspoint