Rebirth of India: Superior

After finishing the big event of sniping the ruble, Shakru was finally able to relax completely, because the current wealth was enough to meet his entrepreneurial and living needs. It was enough to keep half of the profit this time for speculation in the future financial crisis. The rest was still honestly doing business, after all, doing business was more fulfilling.

But before that, Shakru decided that he should take a good rest for a while and walk around, because since he crossed into this body, he was busy every day on how to use known opportunities to speculate and make money. Every day, his spirit was tense. He had been in India for more than a year, not to mention other places, even Delhi next to New Delhi had not been to, so he planned to take advantage of this free time to go out and walk around, otherwise he would be busy again in April.

Shakru's first stop was Varanasi, also known as Benares. Varanasi is a Sanskrit name. It is a holy place for religions such as Hinduism and Buddhism. It is considered to be the oldest and most sacred place in India.

The reason why Shakru chose this place as his first stop is that the father of this body had the greatest wish before his death to have his ashes scattered into the Ganges River in Varanasi. Shakru felt that he had taken over the body of someone else's son, so he wanted to do as much as possible for the father and son.

In the minds of Hindus and Buddhists, the Ganges is not only the mother river, but also a sacred waterway leading to heaven. It is a blessing to come to Varanasi once in a lifetime, drink a mouthful of Ganges water, and take a bath in the Ganges. Many elderly people who feel unwell slowly walk to Varanasi and sleep by the Ganges, just wanting to end their lives by its body and then scatter their ashes into the Ganges.

It was very smooth to take a plane from New Delhi to Varanasi, but after arriving in Varanasi, Shakru's good mood was gone at all, and the street in front of him was not wide. Ancient streets, mottled walls, broken stone gates, pedestrians, bicycles, tricycles, horse-drawn carriages, stalls crowded in the streets. Those dilapidated houses and cow dung and garbage everywhere made me wonder if I had come to a slum.

Passing a corner, a bad smell came. At a glance, someone was urinating against the wall! ! And there was only a wall next to them. What's more surprising is that this behavior is not sneaky, but open, because this wall is a urine pool for them, but there is no door to cover it. Incredibly, small stalls and shops selling fruits or groceries are just around the corner.

Even more bizarre is that there are many animals living in the city. Although there are "holy cows" on the streets of New Delhi, compared with this place, it is simply a model of a hygienic city. Shakru can hardly tell whether it is human and animal coexistence or human and animal mixing here? In the crowd, goats wandered around, dogs tried to steal food from roadside stalls but failed and were kicked, chickens crawled under the wheels of rickshaws, and monkeys jumped down from the roofs. People walking on the road were either knocked down by pigs walking around or blocked by the slow-moving sacred cows, and elephants urged them from behind.

In India, cows seem to be quite aware of their "sacred cow" status and their attitude is very arrogant. They often walk in a swaggering manner on the busy road, or leisurely walk into a 1-meter-wide alley, forcing people to retreat and wait for it to pass before entering. A cow slowly walked into a small store and ate the food in the store.

It is said that there are more than 200 million cows in India. Although many of them are skinny, if this number is close to the truth, the number of cows is half of the population of India. In the previous life, someone asked on the forum, "Does Hinduism prohibit people from eating cows no matter how hungry they are?" Shakru was not very clear about the specific situation, but he knew that beef could be eaten in hotels and high-end restaurants. There are many shops selling exquisite cowhide bags or shoes on the street. It is said that cowhide products account for a considerable proportion of India's export goods. In other words, India raises and slaughters quite a lot of cows.

Since he had to go to the "Ganges Morning Bath" early the next morning, Shakru went to bed early, and even Zeta came to him to drink, but he was rejected.

The next morning, Shakru brought Zeta, um, to be precise, Zeta brought Shakru to the bank of the Ganges, because Zeta had been here before, so Shakru brought her this time as a guide.

It was not easy to walk on this road. The quality of the road was secondary. The main reason was that there were too many beggars on the road. They surrounded everyone and shouted at the top of their voices: "Uncle, give me one rupee!" Some people stretched out their hands and lost a finger because of leprosy, and there were children crawling on the ground without legs. In short, the scene was extremely chaotic.

Fortunately, they were all surrounding foreign tourists, not the obviously high-caste Shakru, but even so, the road was too difficult to walk.

Shakru complained: "Priti, why are there so many people coming to the Ganges today?"

Priti smiled bitterly and said: "Boss, today is a small day. If it were a holy day, the number would be several times more, especially on the Buddha's birthday (it is said that Sakyamuni was born on the full moon day in May). All the free accommodations in the temples are overcrowded, and some people even sleep directly on the street."

It was not easy to reach the bank of the Ganges. Since it was for scattering ashes, Shakru rented a boat. Unexpectedly, there were also troubles on the river, because many vendors were rowing small boats on the river waiting for tourists to sell their goods. It took another half a day to get rid of them.

After scattering the ashes according to the Hindu ritual, Shakru had the time and mood to look at the banks of the Ganges, but he was not in a good mood at all, because there were all kinds of dirty and dilapidated houses on both sides of the river. There was no old house, nor a new house. They were all those low-quality cement houses that were hastily built forty or fifty years, each with large and small steps leading to the water.

Most of the houses were cheap inns. Some of the tenants stayed for a day or two to take a bath, and some stayed for a long time to wait for death. Those who waited for death also had to take a bath every day, so the houses and steps were crowded with all kinds of people.

PS: When writing about India, the Ganges is an unavoidable topic, but to be honest, I really don’t want to write a chapter like "Morning Bath in the Ganges", because from our point of view, it is really disgusting, but as I said, if you don’t write about India without writing about the Ganges, you always feel that something is missing, so please be mentally prepared for the following chapters before reading! Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotia.net