Nandigram

Nandigram is about 20km from the hotel where I was staying, so I knew getting there was not going to be as easy as I would have wanted, especially given the lack of transport in and around Ayodhya. Luckily, the rickshaw driver that had taken me around the day before had said he would drive me, so at least I had a way there and back.

I was told by him the only place one can really visit in Nandigram is Bharata Kund, the place where Bharata spent most of his time during his 14 year leave from the kingdom. I had tried to find other places but Nandigram is not very well documented, so my trip to there was to visit this place.

It is special as it is said to be the location where Bharata performed funeral rites for Dasaratha, but also because it is where he lived after doing so.  Something which makes it one of two places in the world where certain funeral rites can be undertaken, which would appease seven of ones previous generations of ancestors, according to those who I spoke to. Additonally, Bharata’s qualities of selflessness, devotion and non possessiveness are said to still reside there.

The space itself was beautifully simple. A pool of water, surrounded by small shrines marked Bharata Kund, the water possessed a poise, and its stillness made one feel as though time itself was slowing down. Bharata, voluntarily left everything behind, out of his devotion to Rama. He ruled the Kingdom without ever being king, and that can be felt in the humility of Nandigram.

I spent a wonderful hour soaking this all up, but as is often the case, things can sometimes be too good to be true and it was at this point that the rickshaw driver started to pester me.

We had agreed a price at the start which by UK standards was cheap, but in India was expensive. I knew this at the time but struggling to find another way of reaching Nandigram I tried not to think too much of it. But as I spent more time there, there were persistent requests for more money, he followed me around as if trying to wear me down. He continued to annoy me so much and for such a long time, that for the first time, I think in my life, I ended up shouting at someone with a real force. After this he stopped asking for money so something must have worked, but it was a shame it happened in such a peaceful place.

In ‘At the Eleventh Hour’ Swami Rama tells Panditji that ‘deception is powerless to withstand the air of Nandigram’ and maybe my anger was so vivid due to an inability to hide it. In the same way, maybe the driver kept asking for money because he simply could not help it.

Looking back on the experience I am glad it happened when it did. This newly found forcefulness has so far stayed with me when I have needed it, and I have already found that I am being hassled less and less by those around me.

I feel with each day increasingly grateful to be having the experiences I am.