From College to the Ganges: A Journey of Recollection

I have lived in Australia for 32 years, and each year, Diwali brings joy and tradition into my home. But every Diwali, as I light the Diyas (cup-shaped oil lamps), memories of a special journey from my college days come alive. It was a trip filled with adventure, peace, and unforgettable experiences—a journey that still warms my heart, much like the glow of the Diyas.

Back in October 1980, during Diwali, our institute, Khalsa college in Amritsar closed for a week. Most students went home, but a group of Kashmiri students, including me, decided to stay back for various reasons. I had long dreamt of visiting Haridwar and Rishikesh—places my parents and elders often spoke of with reverence. This break was the perfect opportunity, and I was determined to make it happen.

“I shared my plan with my friend Vinay. He smiled and replied without hesitation, 'Why not? Let’s do it!' and agreed to join me.”

Though I hoped more friends would come, most were not interested.

That morning, while having breakfast, I ran into another friend, Ravinder. I mentioned the plan to him, without a second thought he said enthusiastically. “Count me in!”

By the afternoon, three of us were packed and ready to catch the first train.

We headed to Amritsar railway station with our bags, where the train to Delhi was waiting at the platform, its soft hum seeming to welcome us. We found seats by the window and soon began our journey. As the train chugged through Punjab, the golden fields stretched endlessly under the warm sun, creating a calming backdrop.

By early morning, we reached Laksar to change trains for Haridwar. After a smooth transfer, we finally arrived. The air was filled with the sounds of temple bells and the fragrance of incense (locally called dhoop). It felt like a different world—one promising peace and serenity.

Haridwar’s streets were alive with the honking of rickshaws, the bustling pilgrims, and the calls of vendors selling their goods. We took a cycle rickshaw to find a place to stay. Along the way, the driver shared stories of Haridwar's history and pointed out landmarks like Har Ki Pauri. He eventually dropped us at a Dharmshala, a simple but welcoming resting place for pilgrims.

After a quick meal of poori-sabzi at a roadside dhaba, we explored the Bharat Mata Mandir, a temple dedicated to Mother India. Its eight stories were filled with carvings and paintings that celebrated India’s heritage. Later, we visited the Sapat Rishi Ashram, adding a deeper spiritual touch to our trip.

As evening fell Ravinder was keen to perform evening aarti. We joined the crowd at Har Ki Pauri for the Ganga Aarti. The atmosphere was magical. The sound of Shankhas (conch shells) and chanting filled the air as priests performed the ritual, waving lamps in perfect rhythm. The light of the flames reflected on the river’s surface, creating a sight I will never forget. Standing by the holy Ganga, three of us felt a profound sense of peace and connection.

The next morning, we took a train to Rishikesh. At first, the town seemed small and quiet but a friendly Tonga (a two-wheeled cart pulled by a single horse) driver assured us, “The real Rishikesh is just a little further. Hop in, I’ll take you there. “

He promised to show us the true beauty of Rishikesh, and we trusted him. The ride was refreshing, with cool breezes and serene views. As the Tonga stopped near Geeta Bhavan, a surge of emotion overwhelmed me. I couldn't hold back my excitement and joyfully shouted to my friends, "This is the place, guys!" Both Vinay and Ravinder agreed with me, saying this was one of the most serene and peaceful places they had ever experienced. We stopped at Geeta Bhavan, a peaceful spot to rest, before securing a room at Parmarth Niketan Ashram, located on the banks of the Ganga.

The ashram had an air of tranquillity. Early morning prayers and yoga were part of the routine, though Vinay found waking up at 5 a.m. challenging. Despite this, the serene surroundings made it all worthwhile.

Rishikesh exceeded our expectations. We visited the famous Laxman Jhula, a suspension bridge that swayed gently with the breeze. The quiet ashrams and the sound of the flowing Ganga gave us a sense of calm. One evening, we enjoyed a delicious meal at Chotiwala restaurant, a place known for its welcoming atmosphere. Even today, I hear it continues to delight visitors.

On our third day, we explored more ashrams, learning about the simplicity and fulfillment they offered. A highlight of the trip was visiting Maharishi Mahesh Yogi’s ashram, where I was introduced to Transcendental Meditation. This practice left a lasting impression on me, and I later sought proper training in Jammu. It has been a source of inner peace ever since.

All journeys must end. On our final day, we returned to Haridwar by train and then headed back to Amritsar. As the train rattled along, we laughed and reminisced about the past few days. The memories of the serene Ganga, the peaceful ashrams, and the friendships we strengthened would stay with us forever.

This trip wasn’t just about visiting places; it changed us. It taught us to find joy in simplicity, to seek peace within, and to treasure the bonds of friendship.

Even now, as I light the Diyas on Diwali, the memories of that journey shine brightly in my heart, reminding me of its beauty and meaning. I remain grateful to Vinay and Ravinder for joining me on this journey, making it even more special with their companionship.