Baba Rakeshji from Rishikesh

In the past few months, I have been focusing my energies on connecting with people from the places that I travel to. There is a certain charm in knowing about the lives of people, how they grew up, their occupations and in connecting the story of the people with the character of the place. They are not well-known faces; they are not the local chieftain or celebrity types. You would not turn your head and look for a second time if you pass them on the street. But every one of them have a story to tell. And everyone has a story from which we can learn, expand and come back a little more evolved. My first conscious effort in this was a brush with Rakesh Baba from Rishikesh, a man who left everything and came here in search of peace.

Rishikesh

I met Rakesh Baba on a winter morning in Rishikesh. It was at one of the ghats leading to Ganga, where I saw him feeding leftover loaves of bread to a pair of dogs that happily wagged their tails behind him. We exchanged glances, and from my past experiences, I immediately knew what he would say next.

“baba ke liye chai pilado” – help baba for a cup of tea.

I had heard these words in several occasions during my earlier visits to Rishikesh. Unlike before, this time I was waiting for those words and hoping that it would become a conversation starter.

I nodded to baba in affirmative, and instead of the usual practice of handing over a coin, I offered to buy him a cup of tea. We walked together to a tea-cart on a narrow lane by the river and ordered for two cups of milky-sugary chai.

 

It was a pleasant and sunny morning in Rishikesh. I had arrived here the day before, after a rushed visit to Agra and Varanasi on work, hoping to spend much of my time relaxing by the river. Before I met the baba, I was sunning on the river bank with a book, indulging in a story as much as in the song of the gurgling river. It was a bright and sunny morning – the kind of day that is cherished during the winter months. A nip in the air was well-compensated by the shining sun. The day was perfectly scripted for spending by the river, a book in hand.

I was down a couple of chapters into the book when baba arrived on the scene, altering my plans. Over a cup of tea, it did not take much time for him to get talking. He spontaneously went on a monologue, telling the story of his life, unasked.

 

Rakesh-ji worked as a trucked driver during his life before babahood. He drove his truck along the length and breadth of the country, though he was confined to a few routes for a good part of his life. When he came to know that I was from Bangalore, he instantly named a few places in the city and talked about the big towns on the highway approaching Bangalore from north. Journeys in his truck had taken him to the mountains of the north, deserts of west, remote corners of the east and to the edge of the country in the south. His base was in Delhi, but  work kept taking him across the country.

Driving trucks was a work of choice for Rakesh-ji, though he distinctly understood that it is not a coveted choice of career for most people. “My father is a retired magistrate in a Delhi court and my brother works in the police department,” he said, “I went to college, but I really wanted to become a truck driver.” His tone indicated that he wanted me to understand that he took to driving trucks not because he did not have any options.

Before he quit work and moved to Rishikesh to live the life of a baba, he had a family comprising his wife and a son. Rakesh-ji’s wife had died a few years back, while his son was married and worked in a bank. Life had probably settled to a predictable pace.

The moment of change arrived about two years ago, when his truck was rammed by a drunken driver on a highway somewhere in Gujarat. Rakesh-ji survived the accident, but the fingers of his left hand permanently lost their strength and he could no longer use them for any work. Driving trucks wasn’t possible either, so he had to quit driving and retire to his house in Delhi.

 

Troubles began with his retired life. Rakesh-ji’s son had picked up a drinking habit and wasn’t treating his wife and child well. Rakesh-ji was deeply upset and could not fathom the fact that his son had turned out this way. One day, he decided to leave home, without carrying any possessions whatsoever, and came to Rishikesh to live as a baba. He has been living here for nearly a year now, sleeping on a temple floor and depending on a dharmashala for food. He has a spiritual guru living in Moradabad, whom he visits whenever he wishes to. He hasn’t told his son about his whereabouts, but has kept in touch with his father and brother. He doesn’t think or worry much about his future, but hasn’t completely escaped his past as well.

 

There were several questions that kept coming to me throughout his narration. By this time, we had grown comfortable with each other for me to ask those questions. What happened after the accident? How did he find his way to Rishikesh? What keeps him here and what provokes him to live the life of a mendicant? Is he looking for solutions to his problems in another world? Some questions had answers, and some did not.

The accident and his son’s drinking habit were largely the reasons for change. The truck-owner paid for his hospitalization after the accident, but doctors could not revive his left hand. His days of driving trucks had to end, confining him to a retired life in Delhi. The fact that his son came home drunk everyday did not help much. Rakesh Baba deeply hated alcohol. Time and again, he would break his story to tell me that he could not imagine living with someone who had a drinking habit. “In all my years, I haven’t cultivated any habits except beedi and chai,” he told me again and again, “I never did drugs or alcohol and can not tolerate people who do.” I can’t remember how many times during our conversation did he emphasize on this dislike to alcohol. Sitting at home after the accident, it was hard on him to see his son coming home drunk. He decided to leave the house and head to Rishikesh. But like any parent, he would still spend nights thinking about his son and the family, deeply pained at times and perhaps wishing that things were different.

 

His time in Rishikesh was largely spent singing Bhajans with other babas, waiting for his share of food in the Dharmashala or making conversations over a beedi and chai in the lanes adjoining Ram Jhula. He was one of the lucky few who was allowed to sleep in a temple premises and did not have to spend the night on the streets. Yet, he was finding it hard to spend the winter nights with just one thin blanket and a couple of woolens that he possessed. He suffered from diabetes and was treating it with some kind of a traditional medication. He did not seem to be thinking much or get worried about his future, but largely lived his life one day at a time. His past, however, still haunted him.


The Ganga – Upstream Rishikesh

Valley of River Ganges near Rishikesh


Categories: walks

Walks in India: Rishikesh – Laxman Jhula

This post is part of a series on ‘Walks in India‘.

Place: Rishikesh

Highlights: Hanging bridges(Ram Jhula and Laxman Jhula), Temples, Small shops, Wooded stretch, Ashrams(Swargashram and Parmarth Niketan), Ganga Aarti.

Season: October to March, when it is not hot.

Time of the day: Evening – 3.30pm to 7pm

Distance: Approximately 3kms

Difficulty Level: Easy

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Map of Places to see and walking in Lakshman Jhula, Rishikesh

The Walk

Laxman Jhula, Rishikesh A shop in Swargashram Area, Rishikesh
Ram Jhula, Rishikesh Ganga Aarti, Rishikesh

Begin the walk from the slopes above Laxman Jhula. This area is a hangout of western backpackers, which means you will see a mandatory German Bakery, restaurants selling cuisine from all over the world, a few bookshops, internet cafes and shops selling all kind of souvenirs. Once you get near the bridge, walk down to River Ganga by descending the steps and spend some time sitting on the rocks or playing in the water. The River is usually shallow in most of the places between the hanging bridges – Laxman Jhula and Ram Jhula.

Cross Laxman Jhula, taking your time to admire the river upstream emerging from the mountains, widening itself and mellowing down just after the bridge. The bridge tends to be busy – cows occasionally join the crowds of people crossing the bridge, which seem to amuse the first time tourists from the west. And their reactions of having their ‘India Moments’ – in shooting the cow with a digicam or a camcorder – can amuse you. A few monkeys keep performing acrobatics along the bridge, or on the trees near them.

Across the bridge, located on the south bank are the tall Trayambakeshwar Temple and Swarg Niwas. Visit them if you wish to or turn right after the bridge and head towards Ram Jhula. Just after the bridge are a few tea stalls and shops that block your views of the river. Riverbed behind these shops is has some fine sand where you can walk down, or sit and kill some time.

Walking further on the path takes you to a peaceful wooded area. Lookout for birds here. Jungle Babblers are almost always seen, and a few hornbills and parakeets if you are lucky.

Buildings start appearing again when you reach Swargashram area near Ram Jhula. If you want to refuel, nearby Chotiwala restaurant is a good place to stop for coffee or a quick bite. Turn right here to go towards the river and to Ram Jhula. Walk on the bridge. You can see a few children selling small packs of tiny wheat balls on the bridge for feeding the fish – Masheer – that are gathered in a big group in the waters below, waiting for the feed. Buy a few packs and drop them into the river one-by-one.

Cross the bridge, turn left, get down to the river and take the boat ride to return to south bank again. Walk westwards on the small lane crowded with gem shops, internet centers, cafes and travel agents. Walk past Geetha Bhavan till you reach Parmarth Niketan Ashram. If it is 5.30pm or later, you will see a few people preparing the river bank for the evening’s Ganga Aarti – a ritual of worshipping the Ganges. Sit somewhere on the steps leading into the river and wait for the Aarti to begin. Aarti starts at 6pm and continues till 7. Watch people gather and pray together and sway the lights(aarti) to the tune of the prayers.

Once it is all over, sit back for a few minutes and enjoy your quiet moments on the river bank, listening to the soft gurgling sound of the river.

It is time to head back from here. If you are staying in town, you can catch a rickshaw to get back from the Taxi Stand on the other side of Ram Jhula.

++ More about Rishikesh on paintedstork.com

* First person report on walking in Rishikesh
* Ganga Aarti in Rishikesh
* Babas of Rihikesh
* Rishikesh Images
* Rishikesh Information