Beauty of kashi banaras (India)
To call it the city of Banaras is to call it the city of Mahadev, for it flows in the wind like love. Everyone’s heart is like pure gold. Varanasi is famous for its ghats, its devotion to Mahadev, and Maha Aarti. My new story will also start from there and will also end in Benares Ghat.
Varanasi city, Assi Ghat, morning
God is truth. Truth is Shiva, Shiva is beautiful.
Wake up and see that the light of life is on.
The Mahadev temple is built at Assi Ghat in Varanasi, where the morning begins with this devotional song. And only one voice used to wake up these Banaras like him, and that was Kashi’s. Yes, Kashi, is a simple girl who lives in Varanasi city. Who is also a great devotee of Mahadev and also a teacher? (“Hey, that’s Kashi’s voice; it’s four in the morning,” said the priest as he stood up.) Kashi used to go to Mahadev temple only at four in the morning. He himself used to clean this temple and perform aarti. The people of Varanasi also had their matinees because of the sound of their aarti.
Satyam Shivam Sundaram. Satyam Shivam Sundaram.
Satyam Shivam Sundaram, Sundaram
Satyam Shivam Sundaram, Satyam Shivamasundaram (God is truth) Sundaram (Truth is Shiva) Sundaram (Shiva is beautiful)
Satyam Shivam Sundaram, Satyam Shivam Sundaramastyam Shivam Sundaram…
After performing Kashi aarti, the plate of aarti was given to everyone. The sun also came out in all its brilliance. And the number of people has also increased a lot. She left Mahadev temple after giving everyone aarti.
Kashi had just left the temple after performing an aarti when the Math Mahants found him coming from the front.
She said, “Thank you, Mahant Ji,” curving both hands politely.
Blessing her, Mahant ji asked, “Hello Kashi Bitiya Pranam Kaise Ho Bitiya.”
Kashi smiled, lowered his head, and said, “Yes, we are Mahant Ji.”
“Aarti Ho Gayi Ka Bitya.”
“Very well, we were just getting home, it’s getting late for school.”
“Hey go girl, be happy.” Mahant Ji went ahead with the blessings. Kashi also passed the ghat and walked the streets of Varanasi.
The abuses in Benares are certainly strong, but there is also a lot of movement. You can never find silence here; sometimes even the night echoes with the names of Bholenath. The name of the shop that stopped in Kashi was “Sharma Sweets Bhandar”.
He said to a fat old man who was sitting in the shop, “Kaka Pranam, please quickly tie up Kachori and Jalebi.”
Hey Kashi Bitiya, you came, oh you Kachori and Jalebi, we watched the dam just now and you came to see, “(was the owner of the Sharma Ji store) Yeh Bol Sharma Kaka handed the bag to Kachori and Jalebi.
Giving Kaka money, he asked: “Thanks uncle, come on and Jai is aa raha hai nahi sakte hai nahi hai'”.
Then Jai, who was 8 years behind Sharma Kaka, said: “Nahi didi hum to kab ke ready ho gaya”. Kashi smiled at the sight of him and returned home with the bag.
After returning to Kashi’s house, taking off his shoes in the courtyard, folding the Tulsi in front, and putting away the flowers brought from the temple, as soon as he entered the house, his Baba Anand Tripathi was sitting.
His Baba said, without looking at him: “Aa Gayi you, Kashi.”
Kashi, while putting Kachori and Jalebi’s bags on the table, said, “How do you know it’s us?”
He placed the newspaper on the table in front of the corner and said, “To the sound of your anklets, the voice of what we’ve carried for you since childhood.” Kashi put breakfast on the table and called his baba for coffee too. After giving them breakfast, he left school and went to his baba ashram (Anand ji’s friend Rajendra Pratap Sisodia Ji had an ashram, which he himself used to see his workload, and his friends used to see his workload). works of the royal houses of Indore. He was one of
He used to do his business, he came once a year to meet everyone, Kashi was more than his daughter to him, he was the only one in his family, so he devoted all his love to Kashi).
When Kashi arrived at school, it was only a few minutes before the school bell rang. As soon as the bell rang, all the children came to pray and lined up on the floor. All the school teachers came and stood in front of their class. When the prayer began, all the children began to pray together. After the school assembly, all the children returned to their respective classrooms. Kashi arrived at the teachers’ lounge and started to get her things out of there. Just then, Shalani came after her and wished her good morning.
Oh, you came, she replied, as she stared down at him.
“What should I do now, like you, I didn’t get the contract to create Varanasi, so I guess I’m sleeping next to you too and I’m late,” Shalani said, pulling the attendance register out of her locker. . and I laugh for days
“Come on, now go to class early,” said Kashi, and went home.
Anand Ji had come to the ashram. This ashram was very large, in which provision was made for widowed women, old men, and orphaned children. All the widowed women here worked and made a living with them. Older men and women were also served here. And the orphans were educated. Anand Ji had retired from his teaching job, so he thought it best to come here and spend time with each of them. He spent the whole day in this ashram. There was no one in his life except Kashi. Kashi’s mother died when she was a child, so she raised herself.
It was in the afternoon when she worked for Anand Ji. She hadn’t even eaten anything. Then her manager, Dubey Ji, said, “Sir Khana laga du midi ho hai.”
Looking at a folder, she said, “Nahi Dubey hee, not yet.”
“Why not now, you’re just going to eat now, you’re going to eat with Baba and us” when the two of them heard that voice, they saw Kashi enter to get the box of food.
She came in and greeted Dubeyji and said, “Let’s get up early.” saying that she placed the food on the table.
She opened the lunch, she said, “And Uncle Dubey, did you eat it or not?”
Giving them a glass of milk and holding the Ramayana with his forehead closed, he said, “Baba, let us drink milk now and sleep and observe the Ramayana now.” Anand ji also sat on the bed with a drink.
Kashi, while deciding on the clothes, said, “Baba, even today, these people came to earth, I refused.”
He expressed his anxiety by saying, “Kashi son, why don’t you fight these people if they want this property, then leave them? To us kids, your life is precious.
He talked so much that you left there to put Baba to sleep: “Nothing will happen to us and we don’t want to give this land to anyone and we won’t give this mother that she gave us.
She got stuck in the ceiling. It was a little cold. Looking at the moon, she said, “Someone can be like that, Mahadev can be so crazy about a land, when he’s not talking, so why again and again”, whenever he was angry, he used to complain with such Mahadev ja… ……
On the other hand, Abhay was on the big balcony of her room and she looked at Asma and said, “I don’t like to hear you and you’re a little girl who just didn’t tell me, she played a prank on me.”, now I will tell you who I am. I’ll wait and watch,” Abhay said eagerly.
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