The Great Rivers of the World – The Ganges

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The River Ganges has held a powerful grip on ancient and modern generations from the Hindu faithful to celebrated writers and poets such as Virgil, Ovid, and Dante. Alexander the Great thought of her as a boundary of the universe. When Columbus reached Panama, he believed it to be a day’s march from her banks. With the exception of the monsoon, the Ganges is not one of the mightiest rivers, for there are twenty-eight rivers longer than this, with the Amazon, the Nile, and the Mississippi-Missouri each running more than twice as far. Even on Indian subcontinent reckoning, both the Brahmaputra and the Indus come off better for sheer size. What makes the Ganges unique in her run of 1,678 miles from the source to the sea is the intensity of devotion and the scale of devout humanity to be found.

The use of the feminine is not just a sentimental fad. According to the myth, the female Ganga was brought down from heaven with the connivance of Lord Shiva in order to purify the ashes of King Sagara’s 60,000 sons who had been incinerated by the wrath of a sage for overweening pride. A subsequent king, Bhagirathi, did penance for their offence high in the mountains. When his propitiation was complete, and he began to descend, Lord Shiva caught the falling Ganga in his matted hair, releasing her gently to follow Bhagirathi out of the Himalayas, through its foothills, across the northern plains, into the jungles of the east. Eventually, at the delta on the Bay of Bengal, the ashes of Sagara’s sons were cleansed and those 60,000 souls attained paradise at last.

Below is a statue of Lord Shiva at Shiva Temple in Bangalore

This story is the one constant that makes the Ganges second only to that which propels a Muslim to Mecca before he dies. The Ganges is the place where people come, who have great veneration of Kali, who was a murderous lady, while others are frantic in their submission to Durga, who is Kali’s benevolent other self. They bring a personal addiction to Lord Vishnu the Preserver, to Hanuman the monkey god, to jolly Ganesh in his guise of elephant, and to hundreds more deities besides.

Below are shown carvings of the Hindu goddesses Durga, Chamunda, and Kali in the Kailasa Temple in the Ellora Caves near Aurangabad.

The modern day depictions of Kali and Durga are much more colourful. Below is Kali, followed underneath by Durga:

Kali

Durga

The most important aspect of the ritual bath in the Ganges is the belief of each of the pilgrims that all their sins are instantly wiped away; and if only death can happen here, with cremation on the banks and ashes cast upon the water, it will be the most blessed gift of all, the absolute assurance of entry into heaven. The rich are cremated with sandalwood, the poor with neem. At the source, the young Ganges tumbles boisterously down a ravine, whose sides are littered with boulders that from the mountain track above look deceptively small, but which are as huge as the Albert Hall’s dome. The alpine peaks in the background are quite breathtaking. The pines are enlivened by flaring masses of scarlet rhododendrons, growing from the trunks of full-sized trees. The first villages appear where the ravine-bearing Ganges broadens enough to sustain terraces on which wheat is grown in strips no more than a few feet wide, held in place on the steep hills by drystone walls.

An immense variety of birds flourishes down the whole length of Ganges. Apart from vultures, green parakeets flash by, and storks stand watching the jumping fish before taking their pick. Hoopoes potter for grubs, tern dive, and drongos somersault everywhere.

Below are Green Parakeets.

Below are Painted Storks.

Below is a Hoopoe.

Below are migratory birds.

Below is a Black Drongo.

The Ganges is idyllic high-up in those Garhwal hills. At Devprayag, where the Bhagirathi and Alaknanda rivers join to form the Ganges proper, monkeys patrol the cliffs and heavy chains hang from the riverside ghats for bathers to cling to. The racing current might otherwise sweep them away.

The bathing ghat at Devprayag

The confluence of the Alaknanda and Bhagirathi rivers at Devprayag

Monkeys patrolling the cliffs at Devprayag

At Allahabad,  the Ganges briefly meets and merges with the Jumna, another holy river. A little lower down there are two miles of ghats, or steps, lining the Benares waterfront. Each day thousands come here to bathe and pray. Buddha preached his first sermon on the town’s outskirts. The dhobi wallahs, or laundrymen, are a commonplace sight along the river. The authorities have provided in some places wooden platforms against which to beat their clothes.

Dhobi Wallahs at work below.

For the best part of a thousand miles now, the Ganges makes her way across ground that is nearly pancake flat and in summer suffocatingly hot which long ago caused some of those not native to flee to the hills every year before May came round. It is here, too, that the Ganges begins to succour and endow the most attractive, repellent, exciting, and always marvellous conglomeration of people that is India. Anyone who visits Haridwar, Allahabad, and Benares, can see this phenomenon of contradictions, this extraordinary dependence on the river. Haridwar is where legend places Vishnu’s footprint on the bank, which has drawn millions of people at a time into a town with a relatively small population. That is on the occasion of a Kumbh Mela, an event which is astrologically scheduled for every twelfth year, but annually an event called the Ganga Dussehra occurs when more than one hundred thousand also turn up to celebrate Ganga’s birth in spring. The pilgrims creep down the ghats and launch upon the water small boats made of leaves, bearing marigold petals, which are saturated with ghee and then lit. Long after nightfall, these little craft are still despatched, their tiny flames bobbing and swaying down the Ganges, on towards rougher water, where the last twinkling is doused. Then the pilgrims return to the railway station and on to the Express train with their plastic stoppered bottles or containers that will take some of the sacred water to the extremities of the country.

The sea of people at the Kumbh Mela.

Below are leaf boats launched during the Ganga Dussehra, the annual celebration of Ganga’s birth.

Below are crowds lining the river during Ganga Dussehra.

At Haridwar there is fervour, but Allahabad can offer religious hysteria to defeat the imagination. Many hold this to be the most holy of all places along the Ganges, where it merges with the Jumna before they part and go their separate ways. People are regularly killed here by the sheer weight of numbers when a Mela is celebrated, and in 1954 there was a disaster that shook even this country, which has always accepted human casualty as the luck of the draw. Five million people turned up on the sand-banks at the confluence of the rivers for the famous procession of sadhus down to the water’s edge. These holy men normally flaunt the austerities of their vocation by walking naked, their bodies smeared with mud and ash, but when they advance en masse at a Kumbh Mela they transform themselves into a column the like of which nowhere else has seen for centuries. They are mounted on elephants and camels and horse-drawn chariots, each animal richly decorated with feathers, cloth, and metal. Buglers and pipers march with them in bands, while the sadhus- who are truculent as well as holy – brandish tridents and swords in the air.

Below are images from the sadhus procession at a Kumbh Mela.

It was this habit that started the 1954 catastrophe, when the procession found its way blocked by the congestion of the pilgrim crowds. The holy sadhus laid about them viciously with their ironwork, people panicked, animals began to run amok, and anyone who fell that day was a dead man. When the horror had subsided, the sand-banks were littered with trampled bodies and more corpses were floating in the two rivers. An official inquiry later estimated 800 dead and 2,000 hurt – no one believed those figures told a quarter of the truth. What the Ganges really means, above all else, is best described in the words of a witness during the inquiry into the disaster at Allahabad. ‘People said beforehand,”If we are killed we shall attain salvation. If we escape death, we shall be gainers in any case. Those who die at such a sacred spot, at such an auspicious moment, would be very lucky. We wish to have good fortune.”  Perhaps for that reason, stampedes are very common here.

The seething piety of Benares (a British corruption of the Mogul corruption of Varanasi, its old Hindu and now officially Indian name ) has a longer history than that of anywhere else; indeed, there is some evidence for the claim that this is the oldest city in the world, where faith flourished at least two thousand years before Christ. Buddha preached his first sermon here, Islam still has a careful foothold here, but it is the myriad deities of the Hindus that make Benares feel like the most jam-packed city in India outside Kolkata, formerly Calcutta.

The waterfront at Benares is one of the most romantic of all apart from those at Venice and Istanbul. The Ganges runs here in a long crescent curve and Benares descends to the river down fifty-two separate ghats, each of which is a full cascade of steps. At the head of every ghat is a temple or a crumbling old palace, or some access to the city behind, where beggars stay. Around the Manikarnika burning ghat, relatives pray around stretchers bearing swaddled corpses awaiting their turn. A neat pile of logs stands crisscrossed ready for use. Workmen are splitting tree trunks with axes – sandalwood for the rich, neem for the poor, 440 kilograms for large people, 360 kilograms for smaller ones, and three hours for anyone to burn. The men who run the burning ghat belong to the distinctive caste of Doams, whose chief has enriched himself enough to live in the grandest building along the river.

Varanasi and the bank of the Ganges

Some potential clients are too poor to pay for the wood, in which case the body is simply placed in the river, weighted with stones. It does not always decompose on the bottom: a long cloth-bound object floats in midstream, two vultures trying not to overbalance on top, while they peck through the bindings to get at the flesh. Rather a lot of disgusting things bob about in the river within inches of bathers who will assure you that some chemical property in this holy water does not allow germs to survive. And it is a fact that although all the great cholera epidemics of India have started in Bengal and have been borne up the Ganges by pilgrims, no form of sickness has yet been known to travel any distance downstream.

Below is a depiction “Vulture on a corpse in the Ganges”, creator unknown, taken from Basel Mission Archives in Switzerland.

It is possible to rationalize the veneration of this river and conclude that anything might be regarded with awe that is as much a matter of life and death to so many people as is the Ganges. In flowing through the three states of Uttar Pradesh, Bihar, and Bengal, the Ganges has a material bearing on one-third of India’s entire population, many of whom would perish inside twelve months were it not for the moisture it provides. Those northern plains may be dreadful during the summer but at least they are greatly important because of the rich crops they provide in spring, over thousands of square miles that would be desert without the irrigation ditches and canals.

Captain Proby Cautley, of the Bengal Engineers, began to cut the main Ganges canal at Haridwar in 1842 and within half a century it had reached Allahabad, over 400 miles away. An unmitigated blessing in every sense, it had nonetheless an effect on the Ganges’ natural course by drawing off the water for controlled use. The monsoon breaks about the beginning of June, and four months after, the Cow That Gives Much Milk is transformed into a raging monster that sweeps everything out of its way.  Villages are smashed in the tumult of brown water, crops are destroyed, and the loss of life and animals is often very high. The Ganges is turned into gigantic inland seas several miles wide. The rise in water-level during the rains is as devastating as the torrential flow. At Benares, the watermark that the Ganges had reached in 1978 was fifty feet above the norm, submerged ghats and temples and flowing into the city itself, at a point where for several weeks she had become some ten miles wide.

The Ganges has an excellent claim that over most of her journey from the source to the sea she is the least navigable river of all. Not long afterward, the Ganges moves to the south at last, as she passes into Bengal close to India’s border with Bangladesh. The flatness of her surroundings doesn’t alter much, but now the growth becomes lusher, palms screening the villages.

The Ganges has been all things to all men since she came of Himalaya – highway and sewer, irrigator and drinking fountain, burial ground and source of food, washtub, and bath. But never for one moment has she been anything less than an inspiration to millions pouring her sacred waters over themselves; a promise of better things to come.

PS A note to the readers: please remember that as with the Nile I am writing only about the Ganges and not about the whole of the countries the rivers flow through.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

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22 thoughts on “The Great Rivers of the World – The Ganges

  1. What an amazing river. I hope it got at least a little cleaned up during the COVID isolations.

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  2. Thank you, Jacqui, yes it is a culture shock ….

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  3. Really very astonishing facts are unearthed in the article. How you manage such stunning pictures?

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  4. The whole idea of writing a blog is to find interesting facts to write about. It takes a lot of research and hard work. As to the pictures, it is a trade secret, of course. Thank you for reading and liking.

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  5. Thanks for writing and sharing great things

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  6. Thank you for your kind comments. I will soon be able to write about your important research.

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  7. I was amazed at how much cleaner nature got because people weren’t out polluting it. The canals in Venice–turns out they’re gorgeous.

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  8. Amazing article and pictures 😊👍🏻

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  9. Thank you very much, AnuRijo, I read your post about happiness but I would also include nature, and creating an environment for wildlife in our gardens to your list of ‘ingredients’, otherwise is perfect.

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  10. Yeah I agree..it’s really a valid point..it’s a special feeling when we stay close to nature ..✅thanks for sharing your thoughts on my post 😊

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  11. I am amazed reading this post. You have written in detail, about something that’s closer to my heart, yet I didn’t know much about. More power to you, Joanna. Appreciate your interest and efforts.

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  12. I am very grateful. Your words make me strive to do even better next time. Thank you.

    Joanna

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  13. Great Research.
    Indeed a beautiful and holy river.

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  14. Thank you, Ishaan. Indeed, the Ganges is the most unique and inspiring of great rivers.

    Joanna

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  15. A beautiful historical piece on the Ganges.
    Dwight

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  16. You can judge the quality of a man by the speed of his response. I am impressed that you have checked the posts on The Great Rivers before the sun changed its journey. Thank you very much for liking the history of the holy river, the Ganges.

    Joanna

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  17. You are welcome! I love posts with wonderful photos. Yours is one of the best!!

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  18. Thank you very much. I do greatly appreciate your kind comments. Now you have stumble on to my blog, I hope I will justify your praise every Saturday when I publish the new post. I also recommend previous posts with interesting pictures like the World’s Deserts.

    Joanna

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  19. The Ganges is such a uniquely interesting river it was easy to find many unknown facts. Thank you.

    Joanna

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