The roads leaving Rishikesh were majestic. One could feel the fresh air swooping accross the face. Onto my left were the mountain ranges & towards my right was the holy Ganga gushing down in power & balance. The atmosphere itself was scintillating yet enchanting.
Nature demands respect and truthfulness. It shows no mercy on the weak ones yet provides opportunity to the weakest. It enhances strength and never compromises on dedication.
The little twigs growing along side the huge trees gave me an insight on how one should percieve things in life.
The sun does not compare and it shares the same amount of light with everything on the universe. It is for the little twig or for the already grown tree to make it's way to reach the top. Fight for what is just and never loose hope.
It's 7:00 am and just reached Devprayag. Seated with the best view in the world; I see River Alaknanda and River Baghirathi meet. This is the very place they conjoin and become Ganga. As the aroma of tea leaves left me wanting for more, I remembered a story -
The story goes that Sati marries Shiva against the wishes of her father, Daksha, who wants this daughter to marry a god, rather than an ascetic. In retaliation, Daksha organizes a fire-sacrifice and invites all his sons-in-laws except Shiva, to the ritual. Angry at the exclusion of her husband, Sati confronts her father, who mocks Shiva’s ascetic ways in front of all the assembled guests.
Unable to bear this public humiliation, Sati kills herself by leaping into the sacrificial fire thereby polluting the ritual space and causing the yagna to a halt. When Shiva learns of this event, he experiences deep rage and sorrow. Casting away his usual calm indifference, he transforms into Virabhadra, a fierce warrior, and goes on a rampage attacking everyone who had been silent witnesses to Sati’s death. He stops only when Daksha is beheaded. But the vengeance does not take away the sorrow.
Shiva then goes around the world carrying the charred remains of Sati’s corpse, tears rolling down his eyes, moaning. All those who hear him feel the depths of his pain.
Shiva places the dead body of Sati over his shoulder and starts to dance. It causes huge destruction of the world. In order to save the world and the entire living being, Lord Vishnu uses his Sudarshan Chakra to cut down Sati's body into pieces .Wherever a piece of the dead body of Sati falls, that place is considered as a Shakti Peetha. There are 51 Peeths spread around Pakistan, India, Nepal, Bangladesh and China.
I hope one day I get to visit these 51 Shakti Peeths. These stories are not just meant to be. They teach us, guide us and awaken us from the worldly sins. Marital love, relationships, parental love and love for all creatures should never be undermined and altered. It is above all. The loss of a mother, a father, wife, husband, a son, a daughter is the greatest loss of all. In the earlier story, Sati rose up to her father's banter, she questioned and fought for the equal rights for her man ;her husband. On the otherhand, Shiva had warned Sati of the mishappenings that would occur if she went on the Yagya.
Shiva denounced his position from the Tri-Dev and roamed the earth in a quest to collect & find the 51 pieces from Sati's body.
As I zoomed past various ghats and mandir, the idea of meeting Shiv at Kedarnath uplifted me to a greater level. I was more open to new thoughts and ideas. The very basis of human growth, power & freedom is knowledge. I was jotting everything inside me, as I passed the majestic lanes towards Gaurikund ( base camp of Kedarnath )