The Buddha was born in Lumbini in the 6th century BCE, a prince named Siddharta Gautama. Now Lumbini is in
Lumbini was also the site of one of my worst travel experiences ever, when I caught someone watching through the bathroom vent while I was showering. I'm sure he was working there, or had some relationship with the staff, although the managers all denied knowing who he was. Obviously, after shouting at the managers for a while, I stormed out to another hotel. Lumbini Guest House: Do Not Stay!
Bodhgaya is the holiest pilgrimage site for Buddhists, because this is where the Buddha achieved enlightenment, or nirvana, while sitting in meditation underneath a bodhi tree. A descendant of that tree is in front of the
Sarnath, where the Buddha began to teach the
The Buddha took mahaparinirvana (the great final nirvana)
in Kushinagar, when he was an old man. A person can achieve nirvana, or escape from suffering, during her life; someone who dies in this state achieves parinirvana, and escapes from the cycle of rebirths. As far as I know, only the Buddha claims mahaparinirvana. A stupa was built on the site, and a temple to house the 5th century CE statue, carved from red sandstone, and now covered in gold leaf by pilgrims. Here also are the ruins of a huge stupa, and a temple built on the site of the Buddha's last sermon.
All of these sites were windy, dry, dusty, and hot--around 40 to 45 Celsius. While traveling around by bus, train, and foot, the parched landscape caused me some deep anxiety. I wonder if this was a completely unfamiliar landscape to me, having grown up in the middle of vast amounts of water in the Canadian Great Lakes, when two weeks without rain is considered "dry." Or perhaps this was some other deeper fear of the famine that is often associated with such a landscape. I've included photos of the dust blowing across the road, and the necessity of covering up from the sun and blowing dust. No, I don't look like a "terrorist," I look like someone trying to keep cool, and to keep dust out of my mouth, nose, and ears. It seems counterproductive, but covering yourself from the sun in such a heat makes a big difference. Drinking 4 litres of water a day also helps.
Thank you. Carolyn, for the lovely photos and the narrative. The high temperatures in April do sound alarming and anxiety provoking. And how terrible to spot a peeping Tom outside your bathroom. In your hijab, you look just like the girls in Pune who ride the scooters with their faces covered to avoid imbibing the polluted air.
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Arun
This is the hottest April in a decade, and you seem to be coping well with it!
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Well, I did learn how to tie this hijab in Pune, from a Gujarati girl I lived with. Apparently this is also the "non-Muslim" way to tie it. I usually just put the chunni over my hair and throw the ends over my shoulders. That way I've been told that I look like a "Muslim girl" or that I can pass as one of the many Iranian women students in Pune.
ReplyDeleteThese are not usually dry areas, so them being parched is troublesome, indicative of drying water table perhaps. But you were also there in April, whereas this region gets about 40-45 inches of rain from June - September and virtually nothing after that. So maybe thats another reason, it seemed so parched.
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