When Ganga was born, Haridwar
and Banaras did not exist either. That would
come later. Even so: the world was already old
and sufficiently civilized to boast of kings and
kingdoms and shaded forests.
So it
came to pass that an angry and aging mother
named Aditi sat down to fast and pray that Lord
Vishnu -the preserver of the world -would aid
her in a moment of distress; her sons, who ruled
several planets in the universe, had recently
been vanquished by the great king Bali Maharaj,
who wanted to become the sole ruler of the
entire celestial world.
As
the humiliated mother of defeated sons, Aditi
refused to eat, and closed her eyes, with a hurt
soul eager for retribution. She kept praying to
Vishnu, till at last he appeared after twelve
long days of penance. Moved by her devotion and
strength of purpose, Vishnu promised the
aggrieved mother that the lost kingdoms would be
restored to her sons.
And
so Vishnu disguised himself as a midget Brahmin
ascetic answering to the name of Vamandeva. He
appeared at the glorious court of Bali Maharaja
to plead with the victorious king to give him
"just" three pieces of land. Dulled by a sense
of invincibility and amused by the midget, the
great king lightheartedly consented to the
appeal.
In
that very moment of thoughtless consent,
Vamandeva decided to take his chance and started
expanding his form to gigantic proportions. To
the king's horror, the giant dwarf walked his
first step, which, to the everlasting despair of
Bali Maharaj, covered the whole universe. That
is how Aditi got her sons' kingdoms back. But it
was the second step that assumed crucial
significance. Vamandeva then kicked a hole in
the shell of the universe, causing a few drops
of water from the spiritual world to spill into
the universe. These precious and rare drops of
the Other World gathered into the flow of a
river that came to be known as the Ganga. That
was the sacred moment when the great Ganga
emerged came into being to become integrated
with history.
Ganga's
dilemma
But even so, Ganga remained in the
heavenly universe, fearing that stepping onto
the earth might render her unsanctified because
of the multitude of its sinners. Indra -King of
the Heavens -wanted Ganga to remain in his
domain so that she could soothe the cods with
her cool waters, rather than move to some other
world. But in that earthly world of sinners,
there was the great kingdom of Ayodhya ruled by
the childless king Bhagiratha, who desperately
yearned for Ganga to come down and wash away the
sins of his forefathers. Bhagiratha hailed from
a royal family that claimed its ancestry from
the Sun God himself. Even though he ruled over a
peaceful country, with hardworking, honest and
happy people, Bhaigiratha remained lancholic,
not only because no child had sprung from his
loins to continue the illustrious dynasty, but
also because he was bearing the heavy burden of
completing the task of bringing salvation to his
ancestors.
And
then there was something else. A long time ago,
King Sagar, the then ruler of Ayodhya, had sent
his grandson Suman to search for his 60,000 sons
which were borne to him by his second wife
Sumati. (She had actually borne a gourd which
burst open to give way to these sixty thousand.)
Now these sons, who were fostered by nurses in
jars of ghee till they grew up to youth and
beauty, had disappeared mysteriously while they
were searching for a lost horse let loose by
King Sagar as a part of the great sacrifice
known as the Ashwamedha Yagna. If this sacrifice
had reached its logical conclusion, Sagar would
have become the undisputed master of the Gods.
Searching for his uncles, Suman
encountered four elephants in the four corners
of the world. These elephants were responsible
for balancing the earth on their heads, with all
its plenteous hills and forests. These elephants
wished Suman success in his noble enterprise.
Finally, the dutiful grandson came across the
great sage Kapila who, impressed by Suman's
demeanor, told him that all sixty thousand
uncles had been turned to ashes by his angry
gaze when they tried to blame him for stealing
that special horse. Kapila warned that the dead
princes would not arrive in heaven by immersion
of their ashes in just any river water. Only the
celestial Ganga, which flows with its sacred
water in the heavenly world, could provide
salvation.
Down to
earth
Time
passed. Sagar died with a heart grown heavy with
his wish for the salvation of the souls of his
sons. Suman was now the king, and he ruled his
people as if they were his own children. When
old age crept upon him, he offered the throne to
his son Dileepa and proceeded to the Himalayas
to practice ascetic disciplines he wanted to
impose on himself. He wanted to bring the Ganga
down to the earth, but died without fulfilling
this desire.
Dileepa knew how deeply his father and
grandfather had longed for this. He tried
various means. He performed many yagnas on the
advice of sages. Pangs of sorrow at not being
able to fulfill the family's aspiration infected
him, and he fell ill. Seeing that his physical
strength and mental stamina were declining, he
placed his son Bhagiratha on the throne;
entrusting him with the mission of completing
the task still left undone.
Bhagiratha soon handed the kingdom over
to the care of a counselor and went to the
Himalayas, performing terrible austerities for a
thousand years to draw the Ganga down from the
skies. Eventually, humbled by the dogged
dedication of the ascetic king, Ganga appeared
in human form and agreed to purify the ashes of
Bhagiratha's ancestors.
But
the great river feared earth, where sinful
people would bathe in her waters, sullying her
with bad karma. She felt that if the sinners of
the earth, who do not know what kindness is and
who suffered from egoism and selfishness, came
into contact with her, she would lose her
sanctity. But the noble Bhagiratha, eager for
the salvation of his ancestors' souls, assured
Ganga: "Oh! Mother, there are as many sacred and
devoted souls as there are sinners, and by your
contact with them, your sin will be removed."
When
Ganga agreed to bless the earth, a fear still
persisted: The land of the sinners could never
possibly withstand the great pressure with which
the frothy waters of the holy Ganges would
descend upon ungodly earth. To save the world
from unimaginable calamity, Bhagiratha prayed to
Lord Shiva -the God of Destruction -who that
Ganga would fall first on the matted locks of
his head to enable the waters to exhaust their,
furious energy beforehand and then descend to
the earth
with diminished impact.
The joyous moment
The
great Ganga rushed in a mighty torrent onto
Shiva's gracious head and, making her way
through his tangled locks, the Mother Goddess
fell upon the earth, in seven distinct streams:
Hladini, Nalini and Pavani flowed east,
Subhikshu, Sitha and Sindhu flowed west, and the
seventh stream followed the chariot of
Bhagiratha to the place where the ashes of his
great-grandfathers lay in heaps, awaiting their
journey to the heavens.
The
falling waters crashed like thunder. The earth
was slashed into a silvery white ribbon. Every
earthly being marveled at the arrival of the
majestic and beautiful Ganga, who rushed on as
though she had been waiting for this moment all
her life. Now she plunged over a cliff; now she
made her way through a valley; now she took a
turn and changed course. All the while, during
her dance of joy and exuberance, she followed
the delighted Bhagiratha's chariot. Eager folk
flocked to wash away their sins and Ganga flowed
on and on: smiling, laughing and gurgling. Then
the holy moment came when Ganga flowed over the
ashes of the 60,000 sons of King Sagar and so
unshackled their souls from the chains of rage
and punishment and delivered them to the gilded
gates of heaven.
The
waters of the holy Ganges finally sanctified the
ancestors of the dynasty of the Sun. Bhagiratha
went back to his kingdom of Ayodhya and soon,
his wife gave birth to a child.
Epilogue
Time
passed. Kings died, kingdoms disappeared,
seasons changed, but the celestial Ganga,
even at this moment, is still falling from the
heavens, rushing and frothing through Shiva's
tangled locks, down to the earth, where sinners
and worthy men alike flock to her waters. May
her journey continue past the end of time.