Sikhing Some Peace and Quiet
Trip Start Jul 25, 2006
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I had arrived in Amritsar on the train from Delhi. Walking out into the parking lot of the train station, a bus pulled up; a free shuttle to the Golden Temple (or Hari Mandir, the "Temple of God). The passengers seemed a bit amused to see me and my backpack, but all squeezed in even tighter, and I was helped onto the bus with smiles from everyone.
Arriving at the temple, I lugged my backpack inside the compound to the massive buildings that served as shelter for thousands of pilgrims. The temple has a small section with three bed rooms, and a larger dorm for foreigners to stay. There is no cost to stay in the temple complex, but donations are encouraged. I stayed in one of the three bed rooms. The mattresses were thin and hard on wooden planks, and it was hard to tell the last time the sheets had been washed, but no matter. When you excited the dorm, to the left was a large courtyard with facilities for ablutions in the middle of the space. Communal squat toilets were to the back, kept clean by the constant vigilance of volunteers. Every night, hundreds of people bedded down on the stone floor of the courtyard, given blankets and thin roll up mattresses by the temple. Bodies lie everywhere at night, the night song of hundreds made up from snores, flatulence, and wheezing breaths of tightly packed pilgrims.
The inclusiveness of the kitchen is indicative of the entire temple. Everyone is welcome at the temple. You are requested not to smoke, use drugs, eat meat or drink alcohol within the temple compound. Out of respect, your head must be covered (free bandanas are provided if you don't have your own), shoes must be left outside, and your feet must be washed in the pools placed at all entrances to the temple
When you walk into the temple your first sight is the massive pool in which the temple itself juts out into. The pool's water is supposed to have healing powers, and there are designated places around the edges where the faithful can bath. A blazingly white marble walk way surrounds the pool, with pilgrims and visitors circling clockwise around the temple. At the end of a walkway jutting out in the centre of the pool lies Hari Mandir. Even photos can not do justice the beauty and serenity of this sight. It's turrets, roof, and walls are covered in hundreds of kilograms of beaten gold.
Trickling out of speakers all around the temple is the singing of the Guru Granth Sahib Ji, the 11th and last guru of the Sikh religion, by priests from inside the Golden Temple. The Guru is the most sacred book of the Sikh religion. Anywhere in the world where the book goes is considered pure and sacred by Sikhs. The singing has a peaceful beauty that adds greatly to the feeling of sacredness and serenity around the pool. The book is brought out in a procession at around 4 am by the priests and "put to bed" each night in a ceremony where it is carried back to its resting place inside the main temple complex building.
Despite the wonderful peacefulness of it's setting, the Golden Temple has seen its share of blood and conflict. It was razed to the ground a few times by marauding Muslim armies in the 18th and 19th centuries
Walking around the compound, it is difficult to believe and imagine the acts of just over 20 years ago. Thankfully, the only conflict I saw while there was the fighting for my attention of some Sikh teenaged boys to be photographed by my camera. It really was one of the most peaceful and moving of any of the "sacred" sites I have been to in the entire world.