Uttar Pradesh stories - Teja on the Horizon

I stowed my things beneath the bottom bunk, climbed up to mine, and breathed a sigh of relief. I was on my way to Lucknow. It was a close shave though. On the way to the train station, the hostel's regular tuktuk driver discovered that I was about to leave Varanasi without having seen the famed Varanasi (or Banaras) silk. He was affronted. As there was enough time to make a detour, he insisted that this should be done. And not in the markets either, where it was pricier. But in the Muslim quarter, he decided, where they were made, so you would get 'factory outlet' prices. And that's how I ended up in the store room of a slightly baffled Banaras silk proprietor, who cast open yards of beautiful, brightly-coloured saree cloth for my inspection. I bought one for my mother (and indeed, it really was cheaper than in the market). They rolled it tight, and it somehow fit into my backpack. The tuktuk driver was satisfied. I had done Banaras silk the compliment it deserved. Why stop at Lucknow on the way to Agra and Delhi? Out of my 10 days travelling through Uttar Pradesh, I gave 4 to Varanasi. I did this on purpose. Varanasi was my first location; I thought that I would need time to adjust to the dense conditions of north India. And I was glad that I did. But the whole reason why I added India to my Nepal trip was actually Agra. Specifically, the world-famous Taj Mahal. It was so near to Nepal, that it would be criminal to leave the region without making that detour. And while I'm at it - and I know it's cliché - why not travel to Agra by train? So far so cliché. But why am I bound for Lucknow? Do the westbound trains all stop there? Is there something famous in Lucknow that I was specifically aiming to see? What is it, what?? Yes, Lucknow is actually a major stop. It is, after all, the capital of Uttar Pradesh. (It's not Delhi, did you know that? Delhi is a federal territory!) And yes, Lucknow itself has worthy historical monuments. Well. Here's my confession. My real reason was not related to these. It was a whole lot stupider than that! I added a Lucknow stop, because I saw it on the map when I was planning my trip. Lucknow. Lucknow. Luck. Now. And I thought, I can't possibly bypass a place with a name like that! Sure, it is highly likely that the original language of the name has a meaning that is completely unrelated. But on the other hand... Did I not want luck, now? You haven't done India, if you haven't done it by train. But you gotta do India by train! At least once! And if not now, then when? Despite having a soft spot for train travel, and recognising the typically higher sustainability of this mode of transport, I have only rarely travelled by train. In fact, it was only in recent years that I even became more of a train commuter at home. Part of this is because I rarely had enough time to allocate to the longer duration train travel vs air travel. Another part is explained by how Malaysian travel infrastructure is a lot more suited to road trips (and later, airplane connections), than train travel. Unlike some of its other colonial territories, it had not been necessary for the British to build railways connecting actual population centres, in order to funnel resources from their Malayan colonies to the ports. Hence, there was only a limited network of trains left behind following our independence, so it was easier for the new government to expand its roadworks instead. But the British built railways all across India. And the Indian railways remain a backbone of present-day Indian transportation. Travelling through Uttar Pradesh by train Discovering the Indian railway system Since I'm a planner by nature, I did a bit of research on how to travel in India by rail. And I was glad that I did, because I learned a couple things. While India is a destination that often rewards a somewhat unplanned style of travel (in fact, in all likelihood she will demolish any well-laid plans, and then laugh and dance on its ashes), train travel through India will not.Despite appearances, unless you totally are cool with whenever it is you get somewhere, and can wait for seats to open up whenever, you need to have a confirmed seat in advance. Millions of people travel by these trains every day; those seats are wanted. Faffing about at ticket offices will just take away from your exploring time; don't waste it. Booking those seats in advance, from outside of India, as a foreigner, is possible - but not straightforward. The best resources I found online giving an overview of basic Indian train travel knowledge were this one, and this one. Typical railway stop along the journey across Uttar Pradesh You don't need friends in high places, if you have friends in all places However, in the end, I didn't actually need to execute the complicated out-of-country IRCTC registration and booking process. And it was all because of travels I had done before. On my second trip to the Maldives, I met Venky on a dive trip with an epic manta rays encounter. He happened to have friends in Malaysia, and we caught up again. And when I reached out for help with the registration process*, he went one further - he got the tickets for me. All except one - the return trip to Agra from Delhi - because I kinda wanted to see what it was like to get train tickets as a foreigner, while in India. What Second Class AC on an Indian Train is Like Don't get a ticket lower than Second Class AC, was the unanimous consensus of all my Indian friends. Second Class AC for you. Very well. Second Class AC it is. And it was surprisingly comfortable, if rather basic. It's air-conditioned (duh!). You get a padded bunk, and there's a light blanket as well. There are toilets at the end of the cars, which are reasonably clean and supplied with water. It's not a private class - it's an open plan carriage - but Second Class means there are only two levels of bunks, so it is roomier overall. Plus, since it's a somewhat higher class car, you're more likely to be sharing the carriage with families and women. Toilets are decent on the train I was advised to go for the aisle top bunk if I could, so that I'd be on my own with my own privacy curtain. It did suit my catlike introvert preferences, to have my own space on high ground. Still, the downside was that my backpack would be far below, underneath the bottom bunk. So if you do this, make sure valuables are in your daypack up on the top bunk with you. It's a good idea to bring a snack in case you get hungry, and a pair of slippers so that it's easy to go back and forth to the toilets for long journeys. Reflecting on the conspiracy theorist on the way to Lucknow But the Banaras silk was not the reason why I nearly missed the train to Lucknow. Luckily Siva, my tuktuk driver, made sure I made it nonetheless. It was actually because I had lunch at a place nearby that was run by an old Nepali man, who was not at all a Buddhist zen sort of personality, and who decided to share the result of his life experiences with me during my meal. So I had the bizarre experience of hearing a very interesting mix of anarchic, unconventional geopolitical views, interspersed with a curious mix of 'scientific' anti-science conspiracy theories. An idealism, drowned by a louder despair and an odd kind of equal opportunity distrust. I can't remember if he was a flat earther, but let's just say that it wouldn't have been out of place. It was a highly self-contradicting and unnecessarily rebellious worldview. And yet, to accuse him of a lack of intelligence would be grossly incorrect. He was a very astute man, who had bolstered a natural intelligence with a wide degree of travel and experience. And it would have baffled me, if I had not already met someone who was a younger version of it. A cyclist out in the world The pitfalls of high intelligence In fact, it is not a state you could get to, without a high intelligence. High enough to get to the seventh wave of consciousness of man - using the language of Spiral Dynamics. It's the stage when you're 'awakened', understanding the underpinnings of the integrated structures of complex civilisation and the earth. But it often comes with the weight of an awareness that you - you - can't actually fix any of it, while never again being unaware of just how much there is to fix. The only way to break out, is to rise to the eighth. The catch is, you cannot think your way up there - you can only get there with a leap of faith. Where the peace of wisdom awaits. It's an absolutely terrifying leap. It's even more terrifying, the stronger and more dependent you normally are on analytical logic. So to ease the torment you drop down to one of the lower levels and try to forget. This person that I knew, he usually chose the self-interested fifth, occasionally finding it in himself to rise to the more humanitarian sixth (which is my personal default). But if you're not careful, it ages into a militancy and a bitterness. A rage and a helplessness. An intolerance and a selfishness. An emptiness and a nihilism. A self-righteous extremism.** If you think about it, every major religion is really designed to guide man through these levels of consciousness. Just because many of us stop at the different levels, doesn't mean that the fulness of the different religions end there. No. In fact, they're meant especially for those who can get all the way to the edge of seven, by which time you have to choose to jump. Prepared to learn to walk across the sky. It's actually quite important for everyone else, that you can. For it makes the difference between transforming and destroying, healing and poisoning. Varanasi city vs Varanasi countryside The train finally began moving, trundling along its tracks on its journey to Lucknow. It wasn't a terribly fast train, but it was pleasant enough. After a while, I worked out that the bottom bunk was unoccupied. So I crept down to sit in it, because it had a window looking out. While the day was still light, I wanted to see what the land looked like, leaving Varanasi for the countryside. The land opened up, stretching far and verdant. Trees dotted the fields and sometimes forming windbreaks. There were rice fields with shoots coming up green. There was a kingfisher on the wing, flashing blue. Every so often was a curious stack rising up from the ground, tall and conical and made of brick. I later learned they were brick kilns. A flock of egrets taking flight. Conical stack of a brick kiln Country mouse vs City mouse It might be controversial to say so, but I found the Indian countryside far more charming than its ancient Kashi. This is not terribly surprising. I rarely regret leaving cities. Not even when I liked the people and had a good time. Most of my friends live in cities. And I love them, but with few exceptions I did not love their cities. But why? Was it because I live in a city myself, and so take it for granted? Or was there something about the countryside that felt truer to life? The thing is, cities rarely feel like they were built for the people currently living in them. It's like we live there - or try to - in spite of the city's systems getting in our way. I suppose at some point in history it was not so. Surely a city's systems must have been built to facilitate the lives of a great many people in a very small space. But you see, as the city grows, new solutions get tacked onto the old, to try and solve new and newer problems. And I can feel that layering of obsolete structures that you have to work around. If you live there, it's so much a part of the city that you stop noticing it. Until you get out, and live in the countryside for a while, where there has not been a need for complexity. Free for a while from the keys and the passes, and the masks and the suits of armour. For the birds and the fish and the fields and the trees - don't care. Notes: *At the time of my travel, you can't get registered unless you had a local Indian mobile phone number. And you can't easily get this even when in India, as a foreigner - but that's a different story. **At the time of this update (2020), this can be seen in the climate despair of Gen Z, and its attendant omnidirectional rage. As a Xennial, I have already passed through this phase and, alhamdulillah, managed to learn to grasp balance.

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How Varanasi Showed Me the Truth of Unequal Life

What I Really Found Instructive When I Went to Sarnath

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My Unexpected Varanasi Tour with a Helpful Shiva Devotee

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