I’m writing this post from a rooftop in Pushkar.
In Hindi, Push = Lotus and Kar = lake.
“Brahma”, the creator God, didn’t have a place where people could worship him.
He chose Pushkar and offered a petal of lotus flower that was coming directly from the centre of the heart and offered it to the lake.
Brahma’s second wife saw him with another wife and cursed him.
From that moment onwards, worshippers did not need to go to the temple, but they worshipped him at the lake.
Pushkar has become a pilgrimage destination for millions and millions of Hindus, so that they can bathe in the Holy Lake and ask for blessings by offering petals to the lake.
If you see it, trust me, it’s mystic and magical.
Going back to my trip, when I was writing my last post, I was in Jaipur (Pink City).
Since then, I have been to Jaisalmer (Golden City), Jodhpur (Blue City) and Udaipur (Lakes city).
And now here I am, in Pushkar.
When I decided to visit India, many Indians and people who have been here already, said that I was really brave to do it on my own.
I was also warned that it was going to be extremely hot and not to glamorise it too much.
The struggle is real …
Being on my own is challenging.
Getting around in the second most populated country in the world (1.37 billions), as you can imagine, it can be overwhelming at times.
Because it’s low season, there are not so many “white” people walking on the streets.
Sometimes you have the feeling of being eaten alive.
It’s very hot, plus the monsoon has not been generous with the rain.
The loss in glamour is mainly due to the cheaters.
They have found their way even into the holy places.
Fortunately enough, I was warned not to accept any alleged “welcome” gifts like petals or bracelet to ask for a blessing.
At the end of the ceremony, they want money from you.
If you asked for blessings for your family the nice surprise is that you must donate on behalf of each member.
After getting really frustrated, I had to step back and think.
India has been since the dawn of time ruled by a rigid Cast system, where if you belong to a lower cast it’s hard to go up.
124 years of British Colonization (1824 – 1948) has not helped at all.
Tourism has been a breath of fresh air, a possibility of a decent income even for people from lower cast.
So as frustrating it can be, I need to learn how to deal with all of that and still respect everything and everyone.
The energy is surreal…
There is something that keeps you here, that motivates you to keep on going and wanting to discover more.
Yesterday on my way to the lake there were quite a few wild monkeys, after being attacked in Vietnam, I don’t trust these animals anymore.
I saw a man coming towards me with a dog on a lead and a stick, I asked him if I could walk with him.
He was the owner of a restaurant, went there for lunch and I was invited to a picnic in the evening, in a small village in the mountain Mahadev Dham.
First we paid our tribute to God Shiva, in a temple in a cave. Then they have cooked a Paneer Chapati right in front of us.
That’s “Incredible India”, you never know what’s going to happen.
Now tell me:
Have you ever experienced a culture shock? How did you react?
Share anything you have in mind, it will be a pleasure reading any comment!!!