Rishikesh: Parmarth Ashram and Aarti

Bella Sol Padilla

Today, we had the opportunity to take a day trip to the beautiful city of Rishikesh, which is just a short drive away from the Ashram where we are staying. Rishikesh is a very holy place located on the banks of the Ganga river. It is also a notorious spot because it’s where the Beatles visited on their trip to India in 1968. We had the opportunity to actually visit the Beatles’ Ashram. After our short drive, we walked the streets and took a hike up to the Ashram. Nestled between the Himalayan mountains, the Ashram’s scenery was breathtaking. Among the bungalows and meditation caves, there was a mosque. As we explored the mosque, we climbed to the roof where there were more meditation caves. I climbed the ladder to reach the hut, and from there, I took in the view of the city and the mountains. I felt the breeze flow through my clothes and scarf. It was truly a thrilling experience.

After visiting the Beatles’ Ashram, we had the lucky chance to have a Satsang with Sadhvi Bhagawati Saraswati. She is a renunciate and resident of the Parmarth Niketan Ashram, where she hosts Satsang and participates in Aarti. During our Satsang, we had the opportunity to ask her questions about spirituality. Her presence was absolutely divine, and she spoke so much truth that I was deeply touched by our interaction. The structure of a typical “Values Class” interview was completely wiped away. Instead of an interview, we had a heart-to-heart conversation. She spoke about her life struggles and the path she took to become a spiritual leader. We got to ask her questions about how to find our own path as we get ready for the next steps into adulthood. Our time with her moved me in such a way that I found myself at the brink of tears. I feel blessed to have seen what Rishikesh had to offer.


Ona Musoll-Buendia

Today, from the Sri Ram Ashram, we took a day trip to the beautiful, lively city of Rishikesh, located beside the Holy Ganga River. Our whole day was filled with amazing experiences: visiting the Beatles Ashram, exploring a market, and speaking with Sadhvi Bhagawati Saraswati. However, the most impactful experience for me was the sunset Aarti at part of the Ganga located outside of the Parmarth Niketan Ashram.

Aarti took place on the bank of the Ganga River. Upon arrival, I removed my shoes and socks to feel as connected to the marble ground as possible. We were then ushered to the main platform where the ceremony was taking place. I sat right in front of the three men and boys who were leading the prayers. In front of the platform, a huge statue of Lord Shiva resided, flanked by two Indian flags. Indian music played loudly as the men chanted their prayers quietly. In front of them, there was a red and white rectangular fire pit adorned with marigolds. Inside, ceremonial kindling and purifying oil were added to feed the fire. Each time they said a prayer, the boy in front of me would hold a pinch of it, seemingly to bless it, before throwing it into the flames. The smoke from the fire enveloped my face as I heard the overwhelming yet peaceful overlap of the music and chanting. It helped me focus solely on what was happening in front of my eyes.

Looking around, I noticed people experiencing the Aarti in different ways. Some sat in prayer position, meditating, while others jumped up and down, dancing to the music. I appreciated seeing how Aarti could be interpreted in various ways, as it made me feel comfortable experiencing it in my own way.

As the sun set, its golden glow reflected off the side of the Shiva statue, casting beautiful shadows. The Ganga water glimmered in the dim light as it flowed slowly. Once it was dark, Sadhvi Bhagawati Saraswati and H.H Pujya Swami Chidanand Saraswatiji emerged and led a prayer. Closing my eyes, I felt extremely calm, my hands in prayer position. I reflected on my identity and made a vow to always remain true to myself, unaltered by anyone or anything. Ashram boys dressed in orange and yellow brought out small oil lamps resembling metal round trays with fires burning from resin. I was fortunate enough to receive one of these lamps and participate in the light offering.

The sunset Aarti was a magical, spiritual experience for which I am immensely grateful to have been a part of.

Aarti at Har ki Pauri

Priyanka Bharghavan

Experiencing Har ki Pauri at the Ganga river was one of the most magical experiences of this trip. Every evening, people in Haridwar pray at the banks of the river where, according to mythology, the god Vishnu descended from heaven and left his footprint. At Har ki Pauri, the people provide offerings to the goddess Ganga and perform Aarti, or their evening prayer. It was moving to see thousands of people united by devoted prayer. From our seats on the bridge, we could witness the whole function. It began with a procession of priests walking to the river while chanting. During Aarti, everyone joined in the priests’ chanting, and raised their arms in an oath to be better, kinder people.

As the sky grew dark, the priests passed around a torch that lit the riverbank. Everyone around us began lighting candles, torches, and flower boats. The muffled sounds of chimes and songs echoed from the loud speaker. I will never forget the view of the fire, light, and their reflections in the Ganga, brought to life by music and prayer. 

When Aarti was finished, we somehow managed to make our way through the throngs of people to the Ganga. We gathered at the bank to offer our flower boats to the river. I smelled the flame and rose petals as the candle was lit, gently placed it in the cool water, and watched it ride down the soft current of the Ganga .

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A Dream and a Prayer

Param Walker

From a very early age Baba Hari Dass had a dream. He lived near an orphanage where the staff were cruel to the children. Around the age of 8, Babaji decided that one day he would build an orphanage where the children were treated with love and kindness instead of cruelty. He first started Mount Madonna Center where he taught yoga classes. Next came other projects, including Mount Madonna School. Eventually, he decided it was time to start work on his true dream. In the late 80’s he and his yoga students broke ground on the Sri Ram Ashram, outside of Haridwar, India. In 1987 the Ashram received its first child. Growing up at Mount Madonna Center, I heard this story multiple times and every time I got more excited for the day when I could finally visit.

Immediately upon arrival at Sri Ram Ashram, I was greeted with dozens of smiling faces that made me feel at home. We are not treated like visitors here; we are treated like family. Vansh and Rohit are my younger brothers. I push them on the swings and rough house with them. I treat the older kids like siblings as well. I talk with them and I’m not afraid to occasionally make jokes at their expense. Staying here at the Sri Ram Ashram has made me the happiest I have ever been.

Yesterday we were taken to Har Ki Pauri along the river Ganga for Aarti. Here the river is considered a deity and it is prayed to the same way someone would pray to Hanuman, Shiva or Ram. Songs are sung, prayers are chanted, and large fire lamps are lit and swung around. I have been to Aarti at Mount Madonna Center but it is a totally different experience. On a busy day maybe a few hundred people will show up compared to the thousands that showed up along the Ganga. To me, that is where the differences end. It doesn’t matter where you are, how you pray, or who you pray to. All devotion is the same to me. It was interesting to see that everyone who attended Aarti knew exactly what to do, and what prayers to say. The beauty of this experience will stay with me forever.


Caroline Smith

Walking through the crowded Haridwar market, dodging the motorcycles and bicycles going too fast for the small pathways, I noticed a perfect chaos. It seemed dysfunctional and disorganized but somehow it worked. At first, the motorcycles honking their horns was just loud and annoying but I soon appreciated that the startling noise as a warning to get out of the way as they sped past. After an hour of shopping and bargaining, with a lot of help from our friends at the Ashram, it was time for Aarti. We were told that Aarti at Haridwar was a huge, colorful event, with thousands of people in attendance. Despite this information, I was in no way prepared for the experience. I will never forget looking down from our perch on the bridge at the masses of people below. I looked through the crowd and focused on individual faces, some with beaming smiles, some with stoic stares concentrating on the ritual, and some with tears of joy rolling down their cheeks. I looked down at the river Ganga below us, the flaming flower boats floating by, away from the crowds. I saw barely clothed men bathing themselves in the holy water, and others splashing handfuls on their heads. There was so much happening and I wanted to take it all in because, for me, it was probably a once in a lifetime experience. That’s when I realized that this unbelievably remarkable tradition, happens daily. Every day, flower boats are lit with matches and sent down the river, and thousands of people gather at the edge of the Ganga to share this experience. I am grateful to have had the opportunity to be a part of something so important and pivotal in the Hindu culture, and hope one day to participate in it again.


Amelia Busenhart

My chest tilted forward and my heart fell onto the steps of the Ashram as Preethi jumped onto my back, kissing my cheek goodnight. After a day of her explaining to me that she wanted to be a dentist, and how my teeth “really need some green braces,” we were sisters.

At the Ashram I feel whole, and most of all I feel loved. A parade of smiles encircles me as I am asked a multitude of questions. Priyanka asks me if I am scared to leave my family to go to college. I sit against the cold wall knowing the answer is yes but reluctant to tell her. She notices my hesitancy and takes my hand tightly and says, “It’s okay, I am too.” I have never met someone as full of color as Priyanka, her vibrancy shines through as she shows me her favorite dances. Her kindness exists in the way she holds baby Arjun close to her chest, kissing his tear filled eyes. I knew as soon as she grabbed my hand it would be a hard goodbye.

At the Ashram I have come to the realization that you only need a smile and a swing set to make a friend. “Very, very high,” Sanjana yells at me as I push her through the Indian heat. I must admit I would stop the high pushes just to hear her yell through her giggling, “Very, very high.” Baffled by the children’s inability to get bored after swinging for hours, I look around at my surroundings and I am filled with complete, and utter content. I love it here.

Mount Madonna students attend Aarti in Haridwar

Gallery: Aarti at Har Ki Pauri