Judah Hyam Synagogue in Delhi

Hi All,

  I’ve written about the Taj Mahal and the Ganges, probably the two most recognizable names one associates with India other than Gandhi. Now I’m going to just write about the "not famous stops" of our trip, the visit to the Synagogue in Delhi, the Public Library in Jaipur, and the sugar cane field on the road back to Delhi from Haridwar.  We did see other lovely and famous structures such as the Amber Fort in Jaipur and the Mosque in Fatehpur Sikri.  And I have lots of people pictures and animal photos too.  So these India emails may go on forever…..

Ruth Johnson

DoraMac

Judah Hyam Synagogue and Ezekiel Isaac Malekar

One of my best memories of Delhi will be our visits to the Judah Hyam Synagogue and its congregation. { 2 Humayun road (Opposite the Taj Mahal Hotel: near Christian Cemetery) New Delhi – 11003, India. www.jewishdelhi.org .} I had searched the Internet for synagogues in Delhi and found the address for Judah Hyman. Our first Thursday afternoon in Delhi we asked our driver Sandeep to take us there. Sandeep knows every monument, most restaurants and hotels, and the how to drive to the airport in his sleep. But he doesn’t really know how to find something by its street address. It was also his first contact with the word “synagogue” and we made the mistake of explaining it as similar to a church and that added to the confusion for someone who is a Hindu and had never met anyone Jewish before. Because we wanted to find it and Sandeep wanted to please us, he persisted until we finally did find the synagogue exactly where my information said it would be. However, the synagogue is pretty much hidden behind a fence and only when we called the synagogue and were told to look for a blue gate and police out front did we find it.

We were greeted by Ezekiel Isaac Malekar, Honorary Secretary with warmth and instant friendship and felt truly welcomed to the synagogue. Mr. Malekar is an attorney by profession. But with no Rabbi for the small Jewish community of about 200, it is he who leads the congregation during services. And can he read fast! We were shown around the small, very lovely synagogue and invited back for the Friday night services and to hear the guest speaker. I received the following email from Ezekiel to help with the correct information about him and the speaker at the Friday night service. The talk by Retired Air Chief Marshal Nirmal Suri, a Hindu was very interesting. Before the service I spoke with two priests and later an Imam came. It was quite an amazing gathering and I wish we could have stayed after the service but we had asked Sandeep to collect us at 7:30 and the service ended at 8pm so we rushed away after some quick good-byes. The Jewish couple sitting next to me was from Staten Island and there were other Jewish tourists there also.

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Ezekiel at Friday services

Ezekiel was so energetic and charming that you just wanted to be around him and hear what he had to say.

He had the voice of a story teller, like Eli Wiesel. We also celebrated the birthday and engagement of his daughter Shulemit to a young man from Bombay.

Ezekiel’s email….

“ I was very joyous to welcome you all to our synagogue. The name of the speaker is Air Chief Marshal Nirmal Suri, former Chief of the Air Staff who delivered talk on Inter-faith dialogue as well as explained basic universal human values (that is love, truth, peace, non-violence and righteous conduct) in Judaism and other religions. For your information, I am an attorney and voluntarily conducting the services in the synagogue as well as taking care of the synagogue and conducting Hebrew classes and maintaining library. I have also performed inter-faith weddings as well as bar and bat-mitzvah. I have been actively involved in inter-faith work for the last 30 years and representing Judaism at the national and inter-national pray meetings, seminars and conferences, etc. For my work, I am in recipient of many awards such as Ambassador of Peace award, Doctor of Jewish Welfare and Mahavir and Mahatma Award for preserving Jewish culture and identity in India. To know more about me, you may find more details on Google search by inserting my name "Ezekiel. Isaac Malekar". Last year H.H. Dalai Lama also visited the synagogue. My mission is to keep the light of Judaism burning in this part of the world and to achieve this mission, I need your blessings and good wishes.”

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Judah Hyam Synagogue

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Quiet on Thursday afternoon but almost full on Friday night.

Ezekiel “invited” Linda and me to sit in the front row as those seats were empty just as the talk was about to begin. It was an “invitation” we felt we couldn’t refuse. I did follow along in the Prayer Book though my Hebrew is horribly rusty and the prayers were sung to different melodies from those I remember from our synagogue in New Bedford.

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The cemetery next to the synagogue.

An Indian family lives in the cemetery acting as caretakers.  The man I spoke to had taken over the job after his father.  He had a daughter and perhaps she will take on the task next.  We had seen something just like this in the Jewish cemetery in George Town, Penang.  I gave his some money as a donation for the upkeep as I did in George Town.

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Ezekiel and some of the community who had come to hear the speaker. The man in the white turban is a practicing Jain.

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One of the Torahs.

Ezekiel, I hope this is all correct.  If not, please let me know so I can fix it. 

Haridwar Mountain Temple

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The temple on the top of the mountain over looking Haridwar

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Our view from the cable car.

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Another view of the river.

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Most people walked but we just didn’t have the time: we had a 6 hour drive back to Delhi.

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We had to remove our shoes…the floor was kind of yucky.

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The temple was very crowded.

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Sandeep had bought these items to have blessed for his family at home.

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Orange was the good luck color for Haridwar and for Shiva, I think.

Hari means “god” and dwar means door or gate so Haridwar is the place that is the gateway to god.

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Back at our car I saw this man having his ears cleaned.

Then it was back to Delhi

Ru

DoraMac

Haridwar Festival

Randal opted out, but Linda, Michael and I went off to watch the nightly ceremony along the Ganges in Haridwar. Sandeep told us that twice each year, villagers come to Haridwar to collect water to “walk” back to their villages. Some of the water is for the local temple and some of it is for the villager’s home and family. Luckily our visit coincided with one of the semi-annual events. It really was quite fun and the locals made us feel welcome, posing for our photos, posing with us for photos, and taking photos of us. Even here in Cochin people ask if I will pose with them for photos!

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Ruth, Michael and Sandeep: Linda is taking the photo.

I spent a good deal of time with a red dot on my forehead.

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Making the carriers for the holy water.

Many walkers opt to carry the Ganges water on these brightly decorated carriers. Once they are finished and the journey is started, they cannot touch the ground. And no one can walk under them.

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These men were leaving Haridwar carrying the “kawad” of Ganges water.

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Truck beds become living quarters for those who come to Haridwar either to bathe or to collect the water for their village. The next day when I described it to Randal I used the word sleeping bags and Sandeep emphatically told us that no one had sleeping bags. They just had blankets to wrap up in; sleeping bags would be too costly.

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Pulling the wagon with a tractor.

These wagons coming from the villages and are one reason the traffic goes only 30 kilometers per hour.

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Working on the kawads.

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The men not only posed, but asked to have their photo taken. They also wanted us to pose with them for their photos. We were the stars of the show.

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It was very much a festival atmosphere for the whole family.

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We walked from the camping area to the part of the Ganges where people were bathing and where the evening ceremony took place.

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Collecting Ganga water.

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The water moves very swiftly so chains are provided for bathers to hold on to.

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These bathers wanted their photo taken too.

No women seemed to be bathing and everywhere were much shyer about having their photos taken.

Then it was time for the evening ceremony…

“During a visit to the holy cities of Varanasi and Rishikesh/Haridwar, make time to partake of the most popular ceremony in Hindusim, Arti. Performed daily, several times throughout, Arti is a greeting ceremony offered to the murti and also gurus, holy people, and other representations of the divine.

Arti is often called “the ceremony of lights” but usually involves offering more than just a lamp.

The priest or worshiper offers various auspicious articles by moving them in clockwise circles before the deity. At the same time he or she rings a small hand bell, while meditating on the forms of the deity.

During the entire ceremony, which normally lasts from five to thirty minutes, the worshipper offers incense, a flower, water, a five-wick lamp, a lamp with camphor and other items. The ceremony is often announced and concluded by the blowing of a conch-shell.

During the ceremony the offered lamp is passed around the congregation; members pass their fingers over the flame and reverently touch them to their foreheads. The offered flowers are also passed around worshippers and the water is sprinkled over their heads.

Arti is usually accompanied by singing (bhajan/kirtan) and out of respect worshippers usually stand for the entire ceremony.

Source – The Heart of Hinduism

Morning Arti begins before sun up, which means you’ll be crawling out of bed in the 5 o’clock hour to reach the temple in time. Tourists aren’t a common sight at this time but of course welcome.

Evening Arti is when you’ll encounter the most tourists. Varanasi has an amazing display right on the Ganges. To enhance your participation and/or observation, find a boat-for-hire down river from Dasaswamedh Ghat. Row into the area of this main ghat where the ceremony takes place. You won’t be alone as many other tourists and some locals will be gliding up to view the Arti. Along the way you’ll be approached by vendors on their own boat selling ghee candles tucked into a small tray-like bowl. The transaction is very quick and simple. Light the wick, make a prayer and set the candle onto the river’s surface. As you reach Dasaswamedh Ghat, you’ll notice a steady stream of candles passing you by.

In Haridwar, the Arti also is performed on the Ganges. And just like Varanasi, ghee candles are lit and sent off into the current. The river runs much stronger in the Arti area, adding to the cornucopia of sights and sounds already on display. The ceremony can be viewed on either side of the river here with massive crowds all vying for the best position.

At Rishikesh, once again the ceremony can be found on the riverbanks of the Ganges. Ghat steps lead into the water allowing followers pristine access to launch their candles. The crowd here is younger and not as subdued as one would wish them to be. Loud dancing and over-the-top chanting comes across in a mocking fashion when played against the spiritual leaders’ rendition of events.” (Rishikesh was really quite “Yuppie/Touristy” so I’m not surprised to read that.)

http://www.fullstopindia.com/2010/01/must-see-arti-ceremony/

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Because we had spent so much time visiting folks and posing for photos at the camping area, we arrived at the ceremony late and were several rows back so could not see very well. There were some prayers and singing which was quite lovely.

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When the evening ceremony was over, I could get close enough to the river for a photo.

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People bought these flower petals in a banana leaf to float along the river.

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A man walked through the crowd with this fire and people sort of held their hands over it for a few seconds and perhaps lit the candle in the center of their flower petal container.

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Floating down the Ganga.

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After the ceremony people returned to the camping area where men started dancing.

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Take my photo! Take my photo!!

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Shiva and the new bridge across the Ganges

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Walkers stopping to camp along the way.

Many roadside restaurants feed the walkers for free and give them places to rest. Some walkers rest during the day and walk at night. It would certainly be cooler and there would be less traffic and dust along the road.

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Walkers along the side of the road.

Ganges, Rishikesh, and Haridwar

On my list of things to see on our trip up north was the Ganges River. Sandeep always referred to the river as Ganga and it seems odd to me now to call it anything else. We had thought about going to Varanasi, probably the most famous bathing ghat, but that would have taken too much time and planning since it required and overnight train trip. Sandeep suggested we go to Haridwar, closer, cleaner and less crowded. From Delhi, even that was a 5 hour car ride at our average of 30 kilometers per hour. We left Delhi at 6 am to beat the early traffic or it would have taken even longer.

Our first stop was our hotel in Haridwar.

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Hotel Disney Inn…well why not?

Because it was cold for us we always asked for space heaters and sometimes extra blankets. This hotel had a space heater that lit up the entire room with the glow. I finally put it into the bathroom and closed the door most way hoping some of the heat would escape the bathroom into the bedroom. Should have just asked for a second blanket. The shower was outside the tub so just wet the whole bathroom floor. Every hotel we stayed in was an experience but all tried very hard to accommodate our various requests, even when we didn’t had out a tip every two seconds. Interestingly, because Haridwar is a “holy city” our hotel restaurant was vegetarian. The restaurant where we had dinner was also vegetarian so I ordered a bowl of fruit and yogurt and it was papaya and banana and wonderful. Randal and I both truly have had our fill of biryani rice and Indian bread. Not that it isn’t good, but it is so darn filling! I truly started craving a big bowl of cabbage/carrot salad and a can of tuna. Randal had peanut butter and honey cravings.

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The view from our window of the Jain Temple next door: not old but very lovely as the light changed.

We checked into our rooms, had lunch that would have fed a dozen, and piled back into the car for the short drive to Rishikesh. In February of 1968 the Beatles visited Rishikesh to meet with Maharishi Mahesh Yogi who later ran off to Canada with all the money or something along those lines. We went to see the temple and the old British bridge across the Ganges.

“After flowing 200 kilometres (120 mi) through its narrow Himalayan valley, the Ganges debouches into the Gangetic Plain at the pilgrimage town of Haridwar. There, a dam diverts some of its waters into the Ganges Canal, which irrigates the Doab region of Uttar Pradesh. The Ganges, whose course has been roughly southwestern until this point, now begins to flow southeast through the plains of northern India. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganges

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The view from the temple

I went into the temple, walked to the roof, paid my ten rupee donation and got my red forehead dot, a red thread tied around my wrist but took a pass on drinking some of the Ganga holy water. I figured the red thread would be good luck for the Red Sox and so far one of their pitchers was beaned in the head by a ball during batting practice. So much for that.

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Ganga and Shiva statues at the temple.

“Ganga arrogantly fell on Shiva’s head. But Shiva calmly trapped her in his hair and let her out in small streams. The touch of Shiva further sanctified Ganga. As Ganga travelled to the nether-worlds, she created a different stream to remain on Earth to help purify unfortunate souls there. She is the only river to follow from all the three worlds – Swarga (heaven), Prithvi (earth) and, Patala (neitherworld or hell). Thus is called "Tripathagā" ( one who travels the three worlds) in Sanskrit language.”

Sandeep told us his version of the legend that explains how Ganga came to earth. Like the other versions I have now read, his included the part where Ganga is trapped in Shiva’s hair first before coming to earth. Had the water come directly from Ganga, the force would have flooded everything away so Shiva prevented that by trapping Ganga and slowing her down.

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Ganga not so wild but clean and moving fairly fast.

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Walking across the Ganga.

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No jeeps, but several motorbikes drove across as everyone squished to the sides to let them pass. There was cow poop too, so obviously the cows cross it which seems like quite a brave thing for a cow to do.

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But here they were at the other side…or maybe they just live on this side, but the cow poop was fairly recent.

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Soon after my photo the near monkey jumped up and started walking towards everyone so we all scattered. I had the impression that it was that monkey’s job to collect the money for the photos which is what you have to do if you take photos of humans like the snake charmer.

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Something for everyone.

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Ruth with red forehead dot and bovine friend.

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I gave this fellow a pat on his head too.

Then it was back into the car to drive back to Haridwar to rest for the evening festival.

Marble Crafts Palace

  The Danish sailing vessel, Ing, was taken by pirates February 24th.  There are 4 adults and 3 teens on board.  We had often seen Ing along our way. 

Marble Crafts Palace

My sister wanted a “mini Taj Mahal” so our next stop was the Marble Crafts Palace. Everything is called a palace in India; or a resort! Sandeep, our combination “driver, guide, friend” told us several times that rich Indians donated money for food for the lucky cows who were living at the various “cow palaces.” We weren’t sure in that particular instance whether Sandeep used the word palace to mean “place” or if he used the word palace to mean a shelter of some sort. We never did see a “cow palace” though we saw lots of cows. Anyway, we did go to the Marble Crafts Palace to see how the decorative marble inlay was done though we knew there would be a sales pitch coming eventually. We were also told that the people working in the marble industry in Agra were descended from the Persian workers brought there to create the Taj Mahal. Skills are still passed from generation to generation in India. At the Kathakali performance in Cochin we had seen the young boy who was becoming a make-up master. During our stop in Fatehpur Sikri I took photos of a ten year old using a straight razor giving shaves at a sidewalk barber shop. Because of the strict caste system there was probably no choice but to do the work your father did.

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The flower is made up of many pieces of cut and shaped stone. Each piece of cut stone is laid onto the marble which has been coated with ground red sandstone dust. The shape is etched into the marble and the dust leaves a visible pattern. Then the marble is cleaned off and the cut stone is put in place and glued with a mixture that includes sugar cane and honey but is permanent.

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Randal trying his hand at carving the marble.

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These are the examples of the different stones that are used.

Lapis lazuli, carnelian, coral, turquoise are some of the stones used with the marble. Some are opaque later you’ll see what happens when light is shined through them.

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The cutter moves the bow back and forth which moves the wheel used to cut and shape the tiny pieces of stone.

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The best workers have slender fingers.

Many of the pieces to be cut are very tiny so fingers also get rubbed against the cutting wheel. With his beard, mustache, hat and concentration, this worker reminded Randal and me of my nephew.

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You can see how intricate the work is.

I believe these pieces are being glued onto the marble slab.

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The show room.

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The smaller the pieces of inlaid stone, the more expensive. If you can see the vein in a leaf it’s going to be very expensive.

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Illuminated marble table tops.

Different colored light bulbs are used showing the colors that the Taj Mahal marble changes to throughout the day as the light changes: morning, noon and evening. The light bulbs are, of course, much more dramatic than the actual sun and moon light on the Taj.

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Not a good photo but you can see that the light goes through come of the colored stones as well as the marble. Green and blue are opaque and block the light.

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If one lived in a house rather than a boat, one could buy a really lovely table top.

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My sister’s mini marble Taj Mahal.

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They told us it was real marble…..only time will tell. But definitely not plastic.

Then it was time to get back into the car for the 6 hour drive back to Delhi. Ami on Estrelitta had told us that by car they had averaged about 30 kilometers per hour on a visit they had made to the highlands near Cochin. We found that to be true during our travels too which made it take forever to get anywhere. It would take 5 or 6 hours to go 200 kilometers, about 130 miles.