Travel India,
Gangas River,
Towards the end of November, a cool breeze has spread across the sky, the mind wants to get out with a lot of blankets, but time and money are both increasing, pulling back the will. Suddenly, fourteen adjacent Saturn and Sunday holidays emerged, and immediately I decided to go to Gangasagar. It is not possible to get much more than nutritionally inexpensive. The nourishment is still late, but a mild cold wave has arrived in the weather. So this time I thought it would be good to hope that the holy place of the Ganges in the sea would be like that.
In the morning, in the city of winter, it was just beginning to dawn, with a set of clothes in a bag, some essential drugs and a towel filled with guinea. On the way out of the house, an empty S3B like the angel appeared, within minutes of the empty road, we arrived at the Shealdah railway station and then John cut the ticket for 20 bucks and went to the South section and sat down at the 3-1 namespace locale. As the train progressed, the crowds in the room increased, slowly the people almost got up and sat on our necks.
The room was full of shouting, quarrelsome jerks. After running this way for two and a half hours, the car arrived in Lakhicantpur, the room was empty a little. Since no one had eaten in the morning, I bought some of what was available from the train hawkers here, and somehow I had severe gastrointestinal irritation. After about fifteen minutes, the train left after standing here, and suddenly I saw most of the people in Kamra preparing to leave. The train stopped at the Kakadwip station, and we were down with everyone, even though the wish was to go to Namche. Everyone said that the benefit of going to Gangasagar from here. Seeing everyone getting off the train, crossing the overbridge across the line, we followed them.
Outside the station, a lot of tots and engine van folk are doing dakadaki (dragging) to get to the steamer ferry. I pressed 20 bucks per person on a toto, within twenty-five minutes I reached the steamer ghat. The non-money ticket was cut with ten rupees (one not refunded) and I stood on a wooden bridge. At that time, the clock will drop to 5-7mm and our Vessel will be 5-7mm. In front of the locked iron gate, the crowd slowly gathered to get to the top. Going over the bridge, the time has come, so the iron gate and the ticket showcased, and people started to get up in front of a vesel. We were in front of the crowd, so we got a quick seat and got a seat. The steamer began to fill slowly. There were crowds of people filled with milk railing, nothing but people sitting in the seats. With a loud noise, the steamer left, sitting and seeing nothing, so he got up and went to the railing and found that the Vessel was moving in the middle river immediately, as far as the two eyes could see only water and water. The spectacular view of the water, the spectacle of the small waves on the water and the glow of the sun as a mirror. Before the start of the journey, I saw fish and bird food being sold at the mouth of the bridge, but I could not see the fish from the Vessel, but at the end of the journey I met the bird. The birds fly and eat the food that is being thrown, that scene is also beautiful. Half an hour later we reached Kachubaria, a city on the other side of the river.
Then I went to the bag neck and grabbed the magic van. In one of the seats in the front of the car, the two of us sat on the balcony, we walked towards the Gangasagar, the rent was 30 rupees. Ten to twelve people filled their stomachs, the car filled up and the car ran loose. As the beautiful velvet, the road began crossing the streets, houses, shops, jute ponds, paddy land, etc. It started to go down and the passengers, including us, started to get empty. At our request the driver dropped us right in front of the gate of the Bharat Seva Shram. On the inside, I met Nimai Maharaj, the head of the union, to rent a house for rent. The house is good, but the common bath and the inside have two shelving leaves and four pillows on it. At the end of writing Bhagis name Dham, two sheets were given to us so we had some left over. You can spend the night with one another to get one of them. There is nothing on the table, chair, mirror, cupboard. We have to continue one night somehow, but I knew that this was the best place to spend a night in Gangasagar. Almost immediately, a few more Bengali families came and came there, and they also got their house. All the houses of the same kind, however, are large in number, with huge houses on either side of the middle temple. In front of the green field there are three huge white domes of white stone and all the functions of the Sangh around it. The houses are beautifully decorated with trees, all the roses and other flowers of different colors and different sizes are, in a word, a very attractive environment.
Late afternoon lunch is in a hotel outside the restaurant, with 4 bucks, rice, dal, aluvaja, potato coffee curry, sliced papaya fish and no last lick. Although the quality of the hotel or the quality of the cooking is very simple, then all is well in the face of hunger. After eating a bit of stomach, I went out in the afternoon to visit the sea, and within a few minutes I walked straight in front of Kapil Munir's ashram. There is a Saturn Tagore temple in Paro, Guinea, no head and no thugs there on Saturday times, and after reaching the pooja, we reached the temple of Kapil Munir. The temple is white stone, but the top of the temple is red but colored. At times, the crowd of the devotees inside the temple is very low, but the priest is managing everything very urgently. Like every temple in India, there are crowds of beggars outside the temple and beside it there are dubs of various quality and size. The road in front of the temple is straight and mixed in the sea, thugs Ganges. Today, as the food is consumed throughout the day, the philosophy and worship will be tomorrow morning. Therefore, after dab and eating his carcass, we proceeded on the slow foot towards the sea. The road can be seen in front of the eyes but a lot. When I reached the sea, the sun god sat on the jet. His golden rays spread in the river water. The water is far away at the bottom and we are walking to get a touch of it. Underneath the feet there is only mud, no sand marks. During the tide, I could see that the water of the sea came up far, and many signs were visible. Turning around, I see that the statue of Ganga's mother on the back of Capricorn is encased on her back, with her apple coated all over. Now they are on hard ground, but the tide is on the water.
Meanwhile, slowly the evening came down, the darkness began to come in four directions, the streetlight was burning in the shops of electric light, we were on our way back. After getting a toteo a little early, I reached it quite comfortably in front of the Bharat Seva Shram, taking only 5 bucks. Meeting Nitai Maharaj again in the front office, he gave us a taste of their banana tree banana. Then there were different types of stories, and I learned that the temple will start at 7.30 pm. Named long ago, this time everyone sat in the temple to sit on the floor to watch Holi Aarti and hear his name. Before we arrived, we saw many people sitting in a place of convenience, showing them we had joined there. Before the Aarti, Nimai Maharaj started discussing the theory for quite some time. His Aarti dances in front of the picture of Shri Sri Pranabanand Maharaj, the founder of the monastery. At the end of the arati, there is a hollow flower, which is to be given in a special container in front of the photo. Then Prasad was found, then the Maharaja requested to have dinner with them there. Even though these foods are only available to them, they cannot be requested. As a result, I ate dinner with rice, pulse and potato shrimp curry. Then I went to the house and saw a horrible situation, wet clothes were covered all over the floor. A group of boys and girls are screaming and all the peace of their shouting is coming to a place where they can walk.
Before dawn, they were afraid to open the door again in the chase of their vocal, fifty-five people in the entire five-room house. However, they are going to get out of Sakkal Sakkal in the sea, we
wish to worship at the Kapilmuni Temple with the head of the sea water. When I reached the water of the sea, the worship increased. The waves in the water are very small and the ankles are not drowning in that little water, stay away. So we pushed the water on the head and we proceeded towards the temple of Kapilmuni. The government has put dal shops in a nice paved place on the side of the road, so their people have come down the street to catch the customers. All kinds of shells, shells and oysters are sold in the shops, various accessories of puja etc. The door-to-door house is going to be surrounded by a huge panchal, which seems to be coming in advance. After returning breakfast with the help of Luchi Curry, we are preparing to return to the Ashram. I wish I had come to Kakadwip and returned from Benubun on the steamer by train, because leaving the train from there, there is a guarantee of getting a seat and that direction will be seen soon. But on the left of the rule, it is a magic car to go to Payungelam Kachubaria in front of the mouth instead of the share car going to Benubun. Beas followed the same path again. Get out of the car and run again and get a ticket for the steamer, and then quickly go to the steamer. This steamer / vessel, however empty, compared to the previous one, has become a large sack. Every Sunday or from there comes to Kolkata. Again, for half an hour river travel or crossing, it is advisable to call it a river because it is not seen on the other side and there are small waves in the water and there is sunshine in that place.
This time again there are a few dolphins who are going almost immediately with us, but after a while they are lost. There is a huge tower in the middle river, when the steamer passed by it, but came back quite far. After getting down from the steamer, crossing the bridge and walking around to catch a lot of holo toto, I see that the bus stand. Another bus is doing dakadaki for Kolkata. There were only two seats on the bus, so we got up and left the bus. The bus was moving at the speed of the breeze. The music that was going on so long in the bus, our ears fluttered at the sound of that screaming horn. Diamondharbar fell on the road, the bus was passing along the Ganges. This Ganges is quite a bit different to Titumbu in the water, though the place has been around a long time now it is quite difficult to recognize. The bus reached Kolkata without leaving Kachubaria around 11:30 pm. Then it takes another half an hour to reach the house by bus. There are sayings of all the pilgrims repeatedly and once in the Ganges, we saw the calm tomb of the sea and the glorious pilgrimage of how easily I recovered.
Gangas River,
Towards the end of November, a cool breeze has spread across the sky, the mind wants to get out with a lot of blankets, but time and money are both increasing, pulling back the will. Suddenly, fourteen adjacent Saturn and Sunday holidays emerged, and immediately I decided to go to Gangasagar. It is not possible to get much more than nutritionally inexpensive. The nourishment is still late, but a mild cold wave has arrived in the weather. So this time I thought it would be good to hope that the holy place of the Ganges in the sea would be like that.In the morning, in the city of winter, it was just beginning to dawn, with a set of clothes in a bag, some essential drugs and a towel filled with guinea. On the way out of the house, an empty S3B like the angel appeared, within minutes of the empty road, we arrived at the Shealdah railway station and then John cut the ticket for 20 bucks and went to the South section and sat down at the 3-1 namespace locale. As the train progressed, the crowds in the room increased, slowly the people almost got up and sat on our necks.
The room was full of shouting, quarrelsome jerks. After running this way for two and a half hours, the car arrived in Lakhicantpur, the room was empty a little. Since no one had eaten in the morning, I bought some of what was available from the train hawkers here, and somehow I had severe gastrointestinal irritation. After about fifteen minutes, the train left after standing here, and suddenly I saw most of the people in Kamra preparing to leave. The train stopped at the Kakadwip station, and we were down with everyone, even though the wish was to go to Namche. Everyone said that the benefit of going to Gangasagar from here. Seeing everyone getting off the train, crossing the overbridge across the line, we followed them.
Outside the station, a lot of tots and engine van folk are doing dakadaki (dragging) to get to the steamer ferry. I pressed 20 bucks per person on a toto, within twenty-five minutes I reached the steamer ghat. The non-money ticket was cut with ten rupees (one not refunded) and I stood on a wooden bridge. At that time, the clock will drop to 5-7mm and our Vessel will be 5-7mm. In front of the locked iron gate, the crowd slowly gathered to get to the top. Going over the bridge, the time has come, so the iron gate and the ticket showcased, and people started to get up in front of a vesel. We were in front of the crowd, so we got a quick seat and got a seat. The steamer began to fill slowly. There were crowds of people filled with milk railing, nothing but people sitting in the seats. With a loud noise, the steamer left, sitting and seeing nothing, so he got up and went to the railing and found that the Vessel was moving in the middle river immediately, as far as the two eyes could see only water and water. The spectacular view of the water, the spectacle of the small waves on the water and the glow of the sun as a mirror. Before the start of the journey, I saw fish and bird food being sold at the mouth of the bridge, but I could not see the fish from the Vessel, but at the end of the journey I met the bird. The birds fly and eat the food that is being thrown, that scene is also beautiful. Half an hour later we reached Kachubaria, a city on the other side of the river.
Then I went to the bag neck and grabbed the magic van. In one of the seats in the front of the car, the two of us sat on the balcony, we walked towards the Gangasagar, the rent was 30 rupees. Ten to twelve people filled their stomachs, the car filled up and the car ran loose. As the beautiful velvet, the road began crossing the streets, houses, shops, jute ponds, paddy land, etc. It started to go down and the passengers, including us, started to get empty. At our request the driver dropped us right in front of the gate of the Bharat Seva Shram. On the inside, I met Nimai Maharaj, the head of the union, to rent a house for rent. The house is good, but the common bath and the inside have two shelving leaves and four pillows on it. At the end of writing Bhagis name Dham, two sheets were given to us so we had some left over. You can spend the night with one another to get one of them. There is nothing on the table, chair, mirror, cupboard. We have to continue one night somehow, but I knew that this was the best place to spend a night in Gangasagar. Almost immediately, a few more Bengali families came and came there, and they also got their house. All the houses of the same kind, however, are large in number, with huge houses on either side of the middle temple. In front of the green field there are three huge white domes of white stone and all the functions of the Sangh around it. The houses are beautifully decorated with trees, all the roses and other flowers of different colors and different sizes are, in a word, a very attractive environment.
Meanwhile, slowly the evening came down, the darkness began to come in four directions, the streetlight was burning in the shops of electric light, we were on our way back. After getting a toteo a little early, I reached it quite comfortably in front of the Bharat Seva Shram, taking only 5 bucks. Meeting Nitai Maharaj again in the front office, he gave us a taste of their banana tree banana. Then there were different types of stories, and I learned that the temple will start at 7.30 pm. Named long ago, this time everyone sat in the temple to sit on the floor to watch Holi Aarti and hear his name. Before we arrived, we saw many people sitting in a place of convenience, showing them we had joined there. Before the Aarti, Nimai Maharaj started discussing the theory for quite some time. His Aarti dances in front of the picture of Shri Sri Pranabanand Maharaj, the founder of the monastery. At the end of the arati, there is a hollow flower, which is to be given in a special container in front of the photo. Then Prasad was found, then the Maharaja requested to have dinner with them there. Even though these foods are only available to them, they cannot be requested. As a result, I ate dinner with rice, pulse and potato shrimp curry. Then I went to the house and saw a horrible situation, wet clothes were covered all over the floor. A group of boys and girls are screaming and all the peace of their shouting is coming to a place where they can walk.Before dawn, they were afraid to open the door again in the chase of their vocal, fifty-five people in the entire five-room house. However, they are going to get out of Sakkal Sakkal in the sea, we
wish to worship at the Kapilmuni Temple with the head of the sea water. When I reached the water of the sea, the worship increased. The waves in the water are very small and the ankles are not drowning in that little water, stay away. So we pushed the water on the head and we proceeded towards the temple of Kapilmuni. The government has put dal shops in a nice paved place on the side of the road, so their people have come down the street to catch the customers. All kinds of shells, shells and oysters are sold in the shops, various accessories of puja etc. The door-to-door house is going to be surrounded by a huge panchal, which seems to be coming in advance. After returning breakfast with the help of Luchi Curry, we are preparing to return to the Ashram. I wish I had come to Kakadwip and returned from Benubun on the steamer by train, because leaving the train from there, there is a guarantee of getting a seat and that direction will be seen soon. But on the left of the rule, it is a magic car to go to Payungelam Kachubaria in front of the mouth instead of the share car going to Benubun. Beas followed the same path again. Get out of the car and run again and get a ticket for the steamer, and then quickly go to the steamer. This steamer / vessel, however empty, compared to the previous one, has become a large sack. Every Sunday or from there comes to Kolkata. Again, for half an hour river travel or crossing, it is advisable to call it a river because it is not seen on the other side and there are small waves in the water and there is sunshine in that place.
This time again there are a few dolphins who are going almost immediately with us, but after a while they are lost. There is a huge tower in the middle river, when the steamer passed by it, but came back quite far. After getting down from the steamer, crossing the bridge and walking around to catch a lot of holo toto, I see that the bus stand. Another bus is doing dakadaki for Kolkata. There were only two seats on the bus, so we got up and left the bus. The bus was moving at the speed of the breeze. The music that was going on so long in the bus, our ears fluttered at the sound of that screaming horn. Diamondharbar fell on the road, the bus was passing along the Ganges. This Ganges is quite a bit different to Titumbu in the water, though the place has been around a long time now it is quite difficult to recognize. The bus reached Kolkata without leaving Kachubaria around 11:30 pm. Then it takes another half an hour to reach the house by bus. There are sayings of all the pilgrims repeatedly and once in the Ganges, we saw the calm tomb of the sea and the glorious pilgrimage of how easily I recovered.
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