As it turned out, the majestically cascading river was indeed the holy Ganges! So I was finally in Haridwar, taking in the fresh air, with my enthusiasm and sheer happiness at finally arriving in the city quite evident on my face.

My first evening in Haridwar started with pushing and shoveling around people at the famous Har-ki-Pauri, and ended up with an enlightening walk around the holy ghats. After a leisurely bath, (the refreshingly cold water is piped across from the holy Ganges, so technically speaking, my first Ganga-snan in Haridwar was taken in a bathroom), and a light snacks later, I was on my way to Har-ki-Pauri, also known as Brahmakund, one of the most important places to see in Haridwar. It is believed that King Vikramaditya built this sacred ghat, Har-ki-Pauri, in the memory of his brother Bharatihari, who came to Haridwar to meditate by the banks of holy Ganga. When he died, his brother Vikramaditya constructed this ghat in his memory. This ghat is regarded as one of the most sacred ghats in India.

It is said that Haridwar has been sanctified by the presence of three gods, or the holy trinity - Brahma, Vishnu & Mahesh. Lord Vishnu is said to have his footprint on the stone that is set in the upper wall of Har-ki-Pauri, where the holy Ganga touches it all the time. Again, Haridwar has different connotations for devotees of Lord Vishnu and Lord Shiva'. for them it can be Haridwar (Hari ka dwar) or Hardwar (Har ka dwar), respectively, and when translated literally, both of them mean Gateway to the abode of Gods.

Now, coming back to Har-ki-Pauri, we reached the ghats, with the sun going down'right in time for the grand aarti. All around me, there was a human colossus'crowd thronging every nook and corner of the unplanned town. As Ekadasi was falling the very next day, devotees were arriving in full force to take the holy dip the next morning, with most of them choosing to camp just near the ghats. Streets I had passed were full of people, mostly tourists and pilgrims, arriving from every corner of the country. And what to say about the foreigners'. I observed all kind of mixed reactions from them. At times, it seemed that most of them were too taken in by the whole Ganga worshipping thing, to fully realize the implication of the holy rituals for the natives. And at times, they were numbed by the humidity of the weather to react to anything else. But generally, most of them were excited enough to brave the chaos at the ghats. With their handycams and digicams ready, they seemed ready to capture every little minute of the aarti.