Time does heal the suffering. Once stranded with no money to even buy a cup of tea at the middle of Narayanghat, we were at Dhalkebar to see the sunrise from the balcony of Manakamna Hotel. Thanks to Tara dai again, who on an uncanny fashion handed us the zeal to visit the eastern part of Nepal.
Maybe, it does not make much sense. Did you happen to read the story behind how we made it to Janakpur at around 2:30 am in the morning?
Here, probably you should read:
Now that we had had some rest; 4 hours of sleep in a comfy hotel room, we planned on heading out to the major site Janaki Mandir. It was probably seven in the morning and after some chit chat with the hotel owner, we headed out to kiss yet another beautiful day. We took a bus to Janaki Mandir from Dhalkebar.
I had a feeling in me that this journey would not only remain in us as an unforgettable memory, but also would help us find our truer self that we had been searching for so long. With the rays of the sun piercing through the windowpane of the bus, it showed us the lifestyle of people living in the heart of Janakpur: Dhanusha.
We could smell the burning of incense inside the bus. It was one of the first prayers that we would witness in our journey of seeking the almighty. We were then offered some “Prasad” with some petals.
Would not I be lying, if I said I was too atheist to not feel the holiness, the calmness in my mind?
We were excited that we would see the fine artistic Janaki Mandir, which we had read about in books and over the internet. But, who had thought it would change the perception of thoughts over life, birth and the undeniable, inevitable death?
In the midst of growing developmental activities, Janakpur marks as one of the developed cities of Nepal and holds a very significant importance in the Aryan civilization. However, have we succeeded in preserving its authenticity: the art and the culture gifted to us by our predecessors?
Welcomed by the Mithila Art and culture, we were in awe that it had never made it to the limelight of any media and publications. We were at Ram Chowk after an hour of the ride. In every blink of an eye, it would be a matter of surprise, not to see the Mithila art. You could see it everywhere: even in the walls of old dusty houses; almost faint and needing some immediate cure.
King Janak and his daughter Sita – believed to be earth-born – alone makes Janakpur one of the holiest places for any Hindu. Talk about an epic Ramayana, verbose with 24000 verses. Sita is the sole reason for its existence.
When we passed through Ram Chowk for Janaki Mandir, we kind of had to curse the Nepal government for poor maintenance of such a holy site. Traffic, roads full of ditches, and vendors at every corner of the streets, red stain of Betel spit on the pavements, made the whole site look dreadful. One had to walk watching the bikes and roads ahead that you would miss the ponds, and artistic Mithila sidewise.
We were at the premises of the holy Janaki Mandir. We stood at the entrance for a while gazing at the happenings. People – selling garlands, photos of gods and goddesses, statues – came rambling down to us and offered us a sweet deal to have their business boom in a way. However, we were not the right customers. They knew it beforehand then we did.
Janaki Mandir on our eyesight, and people with different intentions and expectations. It’s like being in an orchestra and listening to the different instruments contributing their finest. We took some pictures and headed inside the temple to get the best view of the holy site.
ALLURING JANAKI MANDIR LOOKS SURREAL
I was all felt with guilt, considering all the modern advancements that we have neither been able to preserve nor promote the majestic Janaki Mandir and its surroundings. With a stroll around the temple for an hour or so, we headed to another famous and holy site: The Ram Sita Mandir.
Considered to be the place where two of them got married, we had to pay a decent amount to get inside. It truly stands out when one knows the history and importance of this particular place. It is no longer as you would expect to see it, however. Modernization has made it look fancier, and looks like a place where modern Romeo and Juliet would get married.
We went to some hotel nearby and ordered some breakfast. We had not eaten anything yet. For a price that we paid, we could not expect it to be more hygienic. However, it could have been better. It was almost noon, and we had to get back to Kathmandu. But, not yet! We went to visit some border side areas and planned on having the first meal of the day. Damn, if I could empty the plate. All I could see to my side were the flies dancing and buzzing around the open casket of food served to us.
We were not yet ready to hit the capital. We still wanted to explore more: this time to the Koshi Bridge. But, an alcoholic guy pulled us back, and made us stay in Jankapur for the rest of the day before heading to the capital.
Rest of the day in Jankapur! In the next part of our Janakpur diaries. If you like our blogs, do not forget to share, and follow us on our social networking medias.