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Pilgrimage of the Eight Ganpatis

June 18, 2012

A Pilgrim’s Progress

I would be the last person on earth I would imagine as a pilgrim – especially the kind of pilgrim one sees on the Indian Pilgrim trail. I am neither old nor old fashioned but have an abiding interest in philosophy, religion and culture. Besides, I think there is something romantic about the word “Pilgrim” which is why I always wanted to be one.

Almost two years to the day that we embarked on our Ashtavinayak Yatra, I finally made it! Of course the composition of the original pilgrims was vastly changed as was the route and means of transport but what matters is that eventually a long standing dream of mine was finally fulfilled.After much research, I found that the best way to do the trip was through Pune which somehow was a two day trip as compared to the Mumbai bound ones which turned out to be a three day affair. With the temples in far flung locations it made most sense to go in a conducted tour rather than on my own. So we narrowed down our choice to Prasanna Tours & Travels, which seemed the best decision. We opted for a weekday tour which is over Thursday and Friday rather than for the weekend one which would mean more crowds at the temples.

So we set off at 7 from Shaniwarwada and made our way to Morgaon, the first of the Ganpati Temples from which the tour is supposed to begin. The sixteen seater bus had passengers whom you would definitely not see on a plane but nor were they the type who you would encounter in a State Transport bus. Apart from Mrs. Bhunbune and Mrs. Kurkure the rest of the passengers were quiet . Mrs. Bhunbhune who was a typically frizzy haired frazzled housewife wore her Orthopedic Belt round her waist like a Badge of Honour and entered the bus with a loud complaint – ” Oh my God! I’ve never travelled like this in my life. I hope somebody from one of the front seats exchanges a seat with me. I can’t travel sitting on the back seat!”.

It goes without saying that everyone stared stonily ahead completely ignoring this lament. Our tour guide as it turned out was no guide but a Tour Manager and apart from the rallying cry of “Ganpati Bappa Morya” and ” Mangalmurti Morya” which he cried out each time we alighted and set off, didn’t do any guiding. After handing us our bright yellow caps which he told us we had to wear every time we got off the bus, he inserted a disc which narrated the legends of the Ganpatis we were going to visit.

Lord of the Peacock

Tradition decrees that the pilgrimage starts and ends with a visit to the Mayureshwar Temple at Morgaon a small town 55 km to the east of Pune. Passing through rural Maharashtra which is slowly getting urbanised, we soon reached Morgaon or Peacock Town so named because of the hundreds of peacocks that lived in this area. Alas! There is not a single peacock to be seen nor was it possible from afar to spot the four minarets around this temple that gave the impression of it being a mosque. But perhaps this ruse did serve to keep the Mughals at bay because the temple remained intact. As usual there were two legends associated with how this temple came to be, but the essence was that this was the place where Lord Ganesh came seated on a peacock hence he was called Mayureshwar or Moreshwar.

We were told to buy just one coconut each and offer the same to all eight idols so that we went home with just one at the end of our journey. We got off the bus and bought our floral offerings and visited the temple. It was a beautiful and peaceful darshan. For some strange reason, circumambulating the idol in most temples these days is forbidden so we had to make do with just the one minute prayer before the idol . But we did participate in the aarti which brought back memories of several Ganpati Pujas in the past. After a tasty breakfast in the priest’s house we got back in the bus for the next temple.

This temple surprisingly has a large stone Nandi , the bull normally associated with Lord Shiva. It is said that the cart transporting this bull which was supposed to be installed in another temple, broke down and the Nandi refused to be carried away! So this is how the temple has a Nandi in its courtyard.

Vishnu’s enlightenment

Siddhatek, or the hill on which Lord Vishnu attained enlightenment is situated along the banks of the River Bhima . Till a few years ago, this temple was accesses by boat but now of course there is a wonderful road which leads right up to the foot of the hill. In fact there is also a wonderfully paved track for the circumambulation .

Before visiting the temple, the pilgrim is required to visit the temple of Vishnu but our tour didn’t make any provision for this so we went straight ahead to the the temple of Siddhivinayak which was a little distance away.

This idol in this temple has the trunk turning to the right and is supposed to be the most powerful of all the Ashtavinayaks and a wish made here is bound to be granted – especially after doing the parikrama which is a 1 km walk around the hill. Not only was it high noon but time constraints also prevented us from doing this. So I will have to go once again to this temple to make sure my wishes are fulfilled!

Soon after we left the temple we stopped at Sai Shantai a roadside “hotel” which served us the most lip smacking vegetarian meal consisting of a curried vegetable, a daal, jalebis, chapatis, cooling buttermilk and jeera rice. It soon became apparent that this meal did not meet the approval of Mrs. Bhunbhune who once again made a plea for a change of seat – threatening to vomit if she didn’t.
” Her stomach is churning”, said her companion and niece Mrs. Kurkure, ” And if she throws up all the passengers will be inconvenienced!!!”

Needless to say, she didn’t throw up the entire trip.

Destroyer of all worries

The temple at Theur is associated with the illustrious Madhavrao Peshwa who loved this temple so much that he spent his last few years in the comfort of its compound. He died young and his wife Ramabai went suttee with him, a fact which our tour guide alluded to in the most cavalier fashion” There’s the site where Ramabai went suttee,” he said nonchalantly waving in the direction along the banks of the River Mulamutha where you can see a small memorial marking the spot.

We literally had to “hot foot” it at this temple as the sun was really high and the tiled compound was like a hot plate! A darshan at this temple is always tinged with sadness, the thought of a young Ramabai being burnt alive, always at the back of my mind.

Ganesh – the strong

We crossed the river and drove past the city of Pune and joined up the Ahmednagar Road where the Mahaganpati of Ranjangaon is situated 50 km away from Pune.

This beautiful temple has unfortunately gone the Tirupati way and what was once a pleasant experience is now a purely commercial one . Metal bars marking lines for pilgrims, old out dated posters, a big urn for cash offerings and of course the inability to make a circumambulation detracted from the visit to this temple. Memories of my last visit to this temple which was so pleasant and happy kept coming back as I waited in line for the darshan.

Remover of all obstacles

In this temple at Ozhar, we find Ganesh as Lord Vighnewshar or the remover of all obstacles.

Chasing the setting sun, we went northwards to Ozhar which was to be our last temple visit for the day. We passed through several villages and small towns and pilgrims on their way to the temple of Vitthal at Pandharpur. The sun had almost set as we reached the Kukdi river and the pleasant breeze blowing added to the peace and calm that prevailed. We climbed up the steps to the most beautiful temple and had the darshan of the lord. I thoroughly enjoyed this visit to the temple the only one with a small golden dome on the top.

Day break at Lenyadri

By night fall we boarded the bus yet again to make our halt for the day – Lenyadri. At the foot of this huge hill, we had a veritable feast at the Girija Hotel . The rest of the pilgrims were accommodated in a dormitory behind the Girija Hotel but we preferred to spend the night at Lenyadri International. This hotel is very basic despite its claim to being international but was comfortable nonetheless.

As day broke we began the 307 step climb up the mountainside to visit the cave temple of Lenyadri. Lord Ganesh is acknowledged as the son of Parvati in this temple and is known as Girijatmaj. My mother of course wanted to climb yet another mountain but I didn’t want to risk it and insisted she take a palanquin. After several halts where I resorted to Pranayam to get my breath back, I reached the top to get the most fantastic view of the vast plains below.

The climb didn’t stop there. We still had to negotiate a few flights before we could enter the cave. It seemed strange that this rocky mountain in the middle of nowhere had a temple dedicated to Lord Ganesh in an otherwise Buddhist Temple complex. But once inside, there was again a sense of peace .

After the climb down, we had a quick breakfast and began the long journey down towards the temple at Mahad.

Granter of all wishes

We drove through the Deccan Plateau and down the hillroad crossing over the Expressway and on towards Khopoli. We had to take a turn off to reach the town of Mahad 6 kms away and 84 kms from Mumbai. This beautiful temple had an idol which we could actually touch – a most gratifying experience – and a lamp that has been burning continuously since 1892.

The temple of Balleshwar

In the shadow of the Fort of Sudhagad, this temple is actually named in honour of Lord Ganesh’s devotee a young lad named Ballal and who was punished for worshipping him so.

This was the only visit where our tour operator allowed us to go to the first temple ( Dhundiganpati temple) where the original idol that the boy was supposed to have worshipped was kicked before we visited the main temple. The tirangular idol with its glittering diamond eyes was a feast for the eyes.

After a disappointing lunch we returned two hours later to Pune.

Traditionally the Ashtavinayak Yatra follows a pattern – Morgaon, Siddhatek, Pali, Mahad, Theur, Lenyadri, Ozhar, Ranjangaon and Morgaon. Obviously this criss cross would mean a lot of time hence our route.

While this journey took a long time to happen – I was happy it happened when it happened – once again proving that God does everything for a reason. Each and every temple visit was deeply satisfying and what made it more pleasurable was the the undivided attention of my mother.

I hope she will be able to come with me on my next and long pending trip to Pandharpur.
The Malls of Pune

June 13, 2012

Amanora Town Centre, Amanora Park Town, Hadapsar Pune 411028 (Photo credit: Ravi Karandeekar)

Since Sunday I’ve been in Pune the “cultural” capital of my state – Maharashtra. Known for its slow paced life in a mainly academic city, Pune has transformed beyond recognition from the days when I was a kid. At one time we used to walk every where, cycle to far off places, eat at home and occasionally go to Kwality’s or Latif’s, take side long glances at Dorabji’s, buy biscuits from Kayani’s and generally think of nothing more hectic than which movie was playing at the Club. For the past twenty years, Pune’s mushrooming colleges and educational institutes have brought in students from places far and wide that Marathi is rarely heard on the streets. In fact Marathi is rarely heard even in private homes with most families having at least one person “over there” and grandchildren sporting distinctly Yankee accents.

Laxmi Road in Central Pune (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Going to Tulshi Baug or Main Street has become not only passe but downright avoidable. With Tulshi Baug bang in the middle of the city where only the foolhardy would venture to take their own car, rikshaws positively refusing to stop to either take you there or from out of there, it is obviously off the shopping radar. Similarly, with Main Street looking decidedly dowager, we only land up going there out of loyalty or nostalgia. Traditional shopping has been completely drowned by the new malls that have sprung up sometimes opposite one another!

Yesterday I visited AMANORA, the latest in the malls of Pune. This gigantic mall at Magarpatta which is still largely empty is pure competition to Phoenix Market City on the other side of the river at Lohegaon. We spent a wonderful two hours yesterday browsing through the shops at Amanora. Though most of the shops are still to be occupied, there was a nice lively feel to the place. Of course at two in the afternoon there were very few crazy shoppers around but I can imagine the buzz on a weekend or later on in the day. Going past old favourites like Biba, M & S, At Home , Big Bazaar, Crosswords and even a Bata, made me realise that there was absolutely no need to go from shop to shop in the hot sun when you can easily spend that time in a climate controlled environment.

Two distinct blocks with a courtyard in between offer shoppers two distinct shopping areas. The West Block with its pricier retail outlets like Mark & Spencer and fancy dining options and the East Block with more affordable stuff and an 8 screen multiplex. With lots of watering holes like Cafe Coffee Day ( there are three outlets in this mall), TJ’s with its own homemade brew, and upscale dining options like Mangi, Zambar, this is surely the best place to spend a few hours or so especially on a hot day!
Are mothers and daughters telepathic?

June 5, 2012

I can’t count the number of times when I think of my daughter and – bang – within seconds she calls me.

“Hi Ma,” her cheery voice carries over the miles, immediately lifting up my spirits.

Similarly whenever I think of my mother, she gives me a call and I hear her ask tentatively,

” So what are you doing?” wondering if she is disturbing me at all.

It is uncanny how sometimes we cook the same food – all three of us in different parts of the world – or at least think of cooking the same kind of food. Or we go to see the same movie almost at the same time……..

Last night I thought of making Mango Chutney an old family recipe that I managed to inveigle out of my mom all those years ago. She was reluctant to part with it initially, as it was a family secret passed on to her by her mother-in-law, my grandma who lived in the days when a woman’s worth was measured by her girth. She was re-knowned for her cooking, and even though my father believes that the only reason all people think their mother’s food is the best because that is the first and sometimes only food they are weaned on, my father and his siblings were not the only ones who thought so. So when I hear that anything tastes the way my grandma made it, I know that it is good.

As with all women, My mother learnt a few of my grandma’s recipes , especially the ones my father particularly liked and even though I am not half as good as either of them, I enjoy cooking and trying out new recipes from time to time.

Inspired by the big fat mangoes in Bhaji Gully last week, I made a huge jar Mango Pickle for the first time in my life. And seeing those succulent pieces of mango wallow in the oil and spice, I was further inspired to try out the Secret Mango Chutney yet again. After my initial forays in making it, I stopped simply because no one really wanted to eat it –
it’s too rich,
it’s too sour,
it’s not like what my mother made.

With these tepid responses, I obviously stayed clear of making any chutney and it was only last night that I thought I’d give it a try.

So off I went to Bhaji Gully yet again ( I’m becoming like those persnickety housewives who insist on fresh veg every time!!!!) and got down to buying Rajapuri Mangoes this time. These huge big mangoes are less tart than the Ladva mangoes I had bought for the pickle and particularly lend themselves well to making the Secret Mango Chutney.

Dwarka, the friendly mango lady volunteered to peel and grate them for me, assuring me that as long as the seed was left inside the grated mango it wouldn’t discolour. I then picked up the rest of the ingredients I needed – garlic, ginger, dried red chilli, dry fruit and a bottle of white vinegar.

It took about an hour to cook everything down to a glistening sweet and sour chutney. While it cooled I toodled off to buy some jars and then this morning, after it cooled, I filled up jar by jar to gift each friend of mine with this special taste of summer…….

p.s. This morning my mother called to say that she was going to the Bazaar to buy Rajapuri Mangoes to make the Secret Mango Chutney. She too hadn’t made this for quite a while and was inspired to do so this year. So are we telepathetic or what?

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