
This platform has been prepared for the next mourning party to arrive.
This was a woman - a mother. Her head was exposed as I watched her son begin the ritual. Heart rending stuff. The priest covered her head a few minutes later. I just couldn't take a picture before this point.
I took this from the other side of the river. The platform on the left is the same as the one in the last picture. The decorated platform on the right is waiting for someone of higher station - possibly a member of the military. The alcoves behind the platforms are where the mourners wait.
It sounds incredibly gruesome to western sensibilities but I don't think it is. There is no denial when you see one of these parting scenes. It is respectful and the living have a somewhat complicated grieving ritual and schedule ahead involving head shaving and fasting.
It sure ain't the Liberty Bell! This is one of many temple bells with the year inscribed 1964 (Nepali year) which means it was made in 1908.

My reluctant Sadhu. He wasn't thrilled to have his picture taken since no rupees were to cross his hand. But he sneaked a peek anyway.
Other parts of the complex include gender separated homes for the dying. People from far away want to die at or near Pashupati. Ironically there are also two homes run by the Sisters of Charity (Mother Teresa's order); a home for the elderly and a home for children. Bless these women who are called to just BE with the suffering - all day, every day. They amaze me.
Namaste.




6 comments:
Stopping in from SITS to say good morning ! What an interesting post !!
That's really interesting. Thanks for educating us!
Your pictures are the best! Thank you for sharing.
Funny how your "hastily grabbed photo", that last one...came out beautiful! As if posed in the perfect symmetry of the architecture.
Thank you for respectfully showing a facet of local custom usually not found in travel magazines. Was it coincidence being posted on the day 'W' lost his job?
Fascinating, as always!
The whole process makes more sense to me. Burial always seemed an odd choice - but I've been fortunate (knock wood) to not loose any close family, yet.
I imagine a place of rest can be comforting for some.
Thanks for an incredible tale.
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