The Water Symphony

The bright luminous sun in the gray blue sky, the green green hills basking in the glory and the air potent with promise of rain. That was one lit up morning when we were crossing a bridge to visit the temple of Omkareshwar. And below was flowing Narmada, the huge expanse, the glittering waters flanked by rain fed green magic, a lone boatman in the middle of the stream, the empty Ghats on the other side accentuated by someone going down the steps for the bathing ritual. And the Narmada continues to flow, for ages, washing the sins and renewing the faith, nourishing its banks.

Narmada at Omkareshwar

Almost all rivers of India are the lifelines, goddesses and mother figures. But Narmada is even more special. It’s westward flow meeting Arabian sea, its humble origin at Amarkantak, Nemavar on it’s bank celebrated as Narmada’s navel, several Shiv temples dotting the course and the Narmada Pradakshina pilgrimage, all add to its importance in our Indian mindset. Traditionally called as Reva, the river flows between the 2 mountain ranges Vindhya and Satpuda. Vindhya is one of oldest mountain ranges of India which existed probably since the time we were near Madagasker in Africa. There is also an interesting story about Narmada and Shone rivers which originate very close to each other in eastern Vindhyas but flow in opposite directions. The legend says that Shone is assumed to be a ‘Nad’ i.e. river in male form and was supposed to marry Narmada. But they had a lover’s tiff and Narmada jumped away in the opposite direction so as never to cross paths with Shone!

Omkareshwar , one the 12 revered Shiv temples ( Jyoteerling) is actually on an island called Mandhata in Narmada. On the south bank you will find the Mamaleshwar also among the 12. The town is similar to all temple towns all over India, full of small lanes packed with Pooja shops and hotels, a free passage to all living animals including humans, devotees and pestering priests and in addition there were flocks of flies as the monsoon special. Omkareshwar is a modern looking temple from the outside however we know the place is ancient and there are ornate pillars inside the temples which give a glimpse of the old temple. Everything inside the temple is to ensure that you should not feel peaceful. The ceramic tiles, the water abhishek mechanism where water goes in a tube and then gets poured on the shivlinga, the overbearing crowd of priests offering a menu card of abhishek in various types and costs. The only time you find solace is when you come out and look at the serene Narmada. That is the real ‘Darshan’ for me.

Mamaleshwar Temple

Mamaleshwar on the other bank is visible from this side with its ornate high shikhar and a red flag fluttering to show the location amongst the crowd of several other small temples and houses. All built in red sandstone, Mamaleshwar has that special quality of providing a devotional experience to the visitor. The temple is typical Nagar style with up-swinging Shikhar. There are many small and medium temple structures in the clean premise. The elaborate door frames and beautiful sculptures on the outer walls of temples are worth a watch. In the premise, we also find several pieces of temple structure strewn away. A lone ‘amalak’ the round top of the shikhar, some carvings and ‘chandrasheela’ – an ornate step to get into the Garbhagriha are all there stashed away, silently suffering the passage of time.

Leaving these divine places behind, the road traversed through wooded hillocks and mango trees and green expanse of fertile land. The timely monsoon rains this year have transformed the earth into a rich landscape of fresh green world. We were reaching Maheshwar, the town made famous by Malhar Rao Holkar, the brave Maratha Sardar and his competent daughter-in-law Ahilyadevi Holkar. Maheshwar is also famous for the Maheshwari saris woven by hand and with superb craftsmanship. Surprisingly not a single woman here or in Indore/Mandu we saw was wearing Maheshwari. Anyway coming back to Maheshwar, the Narmada expanse here is impressive, the stone steps, the ornate temple peaks, the green opposite bank, the slow moving and deep watered Narmada, the light breeze and a lone temple half submerged in the centre of the stream, all very picturesque and charming! 

Narmada River at Maheshwar

Maheshwar is a small town still in past centuries where life revolves around the morning Aaratee in temples and evening sunsets on Ghats of Narmada. The fort-palace of Ahilya devi Holkar has architecture influenced by Maharashtrian style of housing. It was as if we had entered in some old world ‘Wada’ of Pune. Narmada from Maheshwar Fort[/caption] Maheshwar has 2 prominent temples, one built by Ahilyabai in 18’th century belongs to Shriram. It is a big structure with perfect carvings and near-plain but beautiful looking pillars and Shikhar structures. The other one belongs to Haihay King Sahastrarjun. In ancient times, Avanti and Haiheya kingdoms formed the present day Malva region. Ujjayini was in Avanti and Maheshwar has been part of Haihay country. Sahastrajun is the brave king who fought against Parashuram. The stories and legends in Purana denote a flourishing country.

Narmada Ghat at Maheshwar

We descended the famous Maheshwar Ghat steps and touched the soft flowing waters of Narmada. The clouds had already gathered and it turned even darker with the setting sun. The raindrops descended, the melting sky merged with the gray waters, the age old stony brown temples drenched in soaking showers looked even more mystic, the Ahilya fort high above looked like an eagle’s nest. And we at the bottom, were no less mesmerized by this dramatic panorama, the dancing waters of Reva creating a symphony of their own only for the ears who would care to listen...

Narmada Ghat at Maheshwar

The next stop was at Ujjain also known as Avantika and Ujjaini in ancient scripts. The Ujjain today is a spread out town dotted with numerous temples. Kshipra river with good sized flow has a beautifully built Ghats on both the sides. The slow paced waters of Kshipra, darkened by the overcast sky, the Ghats full of colours, pink orange walls of houses and temples to drying clothes on the steps, a relaxed afternoon floating by! The most important temple of Ujjain is the Mahakaleshwar, another one from 12 Jyoterrling. The temple entrance is complicated and temple premise is quite large. We could not go through the line as we were pressed for time, but the ornate gleaming ‘shikhar’ of the temple made our day. One of the interesting Pooja of this Shivling happens in the early morning called as ‘Bhasmarati’, when the lingam is coated in ash from the nearby crematorium. Shiv being the destroyer and dwelling in ‘crematorium’, this is one important symbolic ritual. The next temple is the Garhkalila temple, where Kalidas is supposed to have worshipped the goddess. Kavi Kulguru Kalidas was born in this land and many places are associated with the legends of Kalidas, the great poet of 6’th century and creator of ‘Shakuntal’, ‘Meghdoot’ and several such great plays and poetry. This was one long temple trail in the heartland!

But more we see these thriving and celebrated religious places, the more we get saddened and disturbed because of the surrounding things. The garbage, the dirt, the hordes of brokers in the guise of priests trying to capture your attention and almost forcing you to pay them for some service ‘you’ would offer to ‘God’! Equally disgusting is the brusque behavior of ‘pujari’s in the inner sanctum where devotees are treated with zero respect by the officials and shoved and pushed to clear the area and keep the queue moving, not to mention their fresh Pooja flowers offerings are crumpled and thrown away in a heap the second the devotee moves out of line. Is this why we go to a temple? Where is that feeling of peace and integrity? Then if someone terms the whole thing as business, then one should not feel offended. If all this is a product of growing population, then for starters, we need to stop the direct offerings by devotees and pilgrims to the deity. That should help clean up the premise, reduce over consumption of leaves and flowers and completely slash the need of hovering priests trying to make money. All those who lost job because of ‘no individual pooja’ , should be employed by temple trust for maintaining and cleaning it. Devotees should offer money only and that can be collected at the temple office and there is no need to drown the deity in coins and currency notes. This would be very difficult to digest for the ‘Bhakta’s the common people, because we are so used to that ritual of offerings, we will not know what to do in a temple where we don’t have to do a ‘tick mark’ action of offering and getting shoved to come out of line. .. But probably as they say, that would be a good problem to solve !

Narmada River

Shikhar of Temple, Maheshwar

The next journey to Mandu was a treat to eyes as the monsoon greenery contrasted with black soil everywhere, small lakes and lush grass carpets dotted with huge trees, a drizzle here and there, light winding roads leading to the top of hills, it was all very soothing. Mandu, a military post with a unique position, at the western boundary of Vindhyachal has Narmada flowing to it’s south and Malva plateau towards west and north. The ramparts of the fort are still visible, as we move from one fort gate. The overall area is quite large overlooking the Narmada Valley.

Baj Bahadur Mahal - Mandu

Mandu came to prominence with Malva Sultan Ghiasuddin Khiljee. The romantic veil around it is woven by the BajBahadur – Roopmati love story. Historically Mandu or Mandav as it is called locally has been a seat of power since sixth century. Originally called as Mandavgarh in Parmar rule, Mandu has a history of several dynasties ruling and loosing it. Starting from Gurjar Pratihar, Parmar, Khiljee, Mughals to Maratha rulers, this jewel of Malva lured them all. The current wealth of historical monuments at Mandu is proof of its importance. There are several age old monuments just scattered in the green laps of these hills, but Jahaj Mahal and Hindola Mahal are the jewels in the crown. Jahaj Mahal is a massive structure built between 2 mid size lakes. Jahaj Mahal, once a place for maintaining the harem is huge and impressive. Hindola Mahal on the other hand is not very big. The sloping walls of this structure give the effect of a swing.

Jahaj Mahal - Mandu

Ruins- Mandu

 The ruins beyond Hindola mahal, all drenched in rain and now swathed in warm golden light, the stone blackened by years of rain and heat, the tall windows touching the sky, the perfect ornamented round of ‘Chanda Bavdi’, the green lakes, the beautiful arches and domes, ravished by the passage of time. The picturesque Mandu tells us many stories, of glorious kingdoms declining and thriving markets changing into ruins.

Making our way from heavy crowd on Baj Bahadur palace, the secluded green waters of Narmada Kund offered the necessary solace. The legend has it that Baj Bahadur ‘brought’ Narmada for Roopmati for her everyday Darshan! However farfetched the story, the essence is so loving!

Reva Kund

 Moving through lush green landscapes of Malva, all fresh from drizzle and drenched in golden warm sun, I could just marvel at the abundance with which our nature and our heritage has given us to cherish and relish.