Lolark Sasthi..

In these last months the Festival Season has kicked off here in India. I've turned up to university more than once only to find my building all chained up and a bunch of young guys laughing at the hairy foreigner who didn't know it would be closed because of Festival X, Y or Z. Just this month we've had Navratri (a 9 day festival to celebrate Hinduism's Mother goddess in her various manifestations), Durga Puja (which celebrates Hinduism's warrior goddess Durga by filling the city with hand crafted statues of her likeness, and once the rituals are completed the statues are paraded through the city to the Gunga where they're thrown into the river), Dussehra (the 10th day of Navaratri which celebrates Rama's defeat of Ravana, the demon king from Sri Lanka) and in a couple of weeks it'll be my favourite; Divali (which is meant to represent either the killing of a demon fella by a couple of Hindu gods or in other traditions when some different Hindu gods returned from their exile; I've heard conflicting stories), but in reality, it's a wonderful excuse for everyone to load up on fireworks and go to war with one another! It's terrifyingly amazing!

But these photos here are from a different festival, a local one that took place last month known as the Lolark Sasthi. It's an amazingly colourful festival that occurs right outside our old house here in Banaras. The Kund ('Well' - 'Sacred Body of Water') is an Ancient Well that was quite literally below our bedroom window and we used to get the most amazing views of the various Pujas ('rituals') that took place there as we peered straight down into it. And whilst everyday something small would take place, it was the once a year blow-out festival that would literally attracts thousands upon thousands of men and women to bath in the waters and make access to our front door a complete nightmare.

My understanding of it's meaning is that on a certain day of the year when the sun reaches a certain point in the sky it shines directly into the Kund, creating a particularly auspicious moment. By bathing in the waters on this day and offering certain fruits and vegetables to the sun god Lolark Aditya, the pilgrim hopes to attract his favour and thus fall pregnant (with a male child). I'll admit that it's that bracketed part of the last sentence which irks me the most! India's Dowry system means that often Daughters are despised as they represent to the parents a significant financial expense whilst at the same time Sons are greatly prised for they represent to the parents a new Goat, block of land or a foreign BMW when it comes time for their son to marry.

The view from our old Bedroom window

But putting that to the side, one thing is for certain; the Lolark Sasthi is a colour feast for the eyes! After taking your dip in the waters, pilgrims remove their old clothes and leave them on the steps, walking away dressed in brand new outfits. It doesn't take more than a few hours before the entire area is covered in layers upon layers of brightly coloured sopping wet Saris and the water is full of various Melons and Loki (a phallic vegetable if ever there was) which the Pilgrims will abstain from eating until they birth a Son.

Having myself gone through many years of struggling to conceive a child with my wife, my heart breaks for many of the Men and Women I see descending those steps with that look of pained hope in their eyes as they seek to win the favour of a Sun god who is largely ambivalent towards them. I do pray for them to my God; the Son of God, that in His great love for them he would open the wombs of many of these sweet women who feel the shame of not being able to bare children at all. I pray that these families would be blessed with children (boys AND girls) who they would adore, love and cherish and who would grow up to be Men and Women that would radically change this cultures perception of the worth of girls from a curse to a blessing. And in amongst all this beauty and colour, it is nice to imagine what a place this could be!