|One of the loyal guards of the temples|
The temples in Kathmandu are unique, for though some are labeled Buddhist, or Hindu, it’s hard to say who the majority of the worshippers are, for followers of both religions will stake some claim to each temple. The Pashupati is, however, a predominantly Hindu temple. And it also serves as the crematorium, where all the dead are burned. But, like anywhere in the world, you have to have money to have the privilege to be cremated there. I don’t know where the corpses of the poorer folks go. I’ve also heard of some rich folks who take their deceased to far away places in India, which are supposed to be very holy, to burn them from over there. Especially to Varanasi on the River Ganges. Maybe they’re also worth a visit. Someday.
|Preparing the body for the after-life|
|Ready for cremation|
On one side of the river, they’ve built what could be taken for a pavilion, with a “viewing spot” at the top, and during the tourist season, you find this whole place sagging with tourists who watch the activities being played at the other end of the river. Those with powerful zooms on the cameras capture the minutest details of the mourners, and of the dead. I wouldn’t like to be cremated in such a place, where my funeral would be a show for tourists who will only display my last photos on Facebook alongside photos of monkeys and elephants and other attractions they’ve photographed in their holidays.
|This is a daily sight for the Saddhus who live in the temple compound.|
This is probably the most depressing blog I’ve had to write, but then, it’s the only way to capture the grim mood of that place. That graveyard.
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