As Ravan, the ten-headed demon king of Lanka (present Sri Lanka) started relieving himself; a gleeful expression filled his faces. His eon long penance at the foothills of the mythical Mt. Kailash, the abode of Shiva in the Himalayas, had borne result. Not only the fiery had god appeared before him but also, as a boon, agreed to go with him and live in his kingdom.
“And with Shiva on my side,” Ravan thought while surveying the landscape, which his discharge had turned into a pond, “I would be unconquerable.”
As I waded my way through the labyrinthine of pilgrims, after a monotonous 20-hour train journey from Delhi, it seemed as if an orange carpet of human body had lain themselves at the Jasidih Railway …show more content…
One of which has Shiva pleading with his wife, Goddess Parvati to prepare his daily quota of hemp (Cannabis sativa). Shops line up on both sides of the road and a row of temporary stalls selling trinkets and souvenirs had come up right in the middle. Business is brisk. And profitable.
The road gets narrower until about 1 km ahead it turns into one of the numerous alleys leading to the temple. Even otherwise, the path running adjacent to a gutter, is claustrophobic but for a period of one month when Kanvariyas, as these the orange robed Shiva devotees are called, it turns suffocating.
Coming after an arduous 108 km barefoot walk from Sultanganj, where the Kanvariyas collect the sacred water from the Holy Ganges, carrying it on a wooden sling (Kanvar) over their shoulder to pour it on the Lingam—Shiva’s phallic form—in an act of gratitude, submission to his grace and extract boons, for he is considered to be the most easygoing Gods of the Hindu pantheon, not too hard to be placated.
After performing their oblations, the Kanvariyas visit another Shiva temple at Basukinath, about 40 km …show more content…
A while later he felt that his bladder would burst. The first part of the God’s stratagem was working. Unable to hold himself he looked around as Shiva had agreed to move with him on the condition that Ravan should not keep him down. Looking around he found a shepherd and asked him to hold the Lord. As he eased himself, according to myths, for centuries because gods had routed a river through him, the shepherd, none other than wily Vishnu, went a little distance and kept Shiva on the ground and ran away. When Ravan returned, he seethed with anger. But he could not do anything. All his pleadings fell on deaf ears. “I won’t budge an inch,” Shiva reminded him. “I had warned