Purbo Bangal Diaries- Part 2- The Sitakund Hills

Part 1 of the diaries is available here.

Yesterday was Renjini's B'day. And I was not in Delhi. I have resolved that these are occasions that I most certainly will not miss in the times ahead.

Ever since I knew I was coming to Chittagong, I have nursed this desire to go to the temples of Sitakund, including the Shakti Peetha. And yesterday was the day.

Friday is an off-day here and we set out, late in the morning to the hills. As we were foreigners, we were being charged a huge amount of money to take the easier route via the eco-park. We chose to take the more difficult path and decided to trek up the hills.

So, we set out in a group of 6 and 2 of them, seeing the height at which the temple was located, backed out.

The four of us began our trek- it was much more difficult than we thought. The slopes were steep, very steep in places (one is forced to bend down and take the support of the rock in front and then climb up).

The winds were strong and I thought I could actually hear the sound of the waves of the sea which was visible on the horizon. There was hardly anybody in the hills and in the entire journey up and down, we would have seen/ met not more than 10 pilgrims.

We staggered up the hill- our trek punctuated with plenty of breaks. I have shot some videos of the trek- you will hear no voice over though as none of us had the energy to speak.

Our first milestone was a Shiva temple. Located on one of the hill tips, this place was conspicuous by the silence and peace that pervaded not just the temple interiors, but the immediate area around. When I reached the Shivalinga in the temple, I fell in front of the lord and the few seconds of prostration took away the tiredness of the last 2.5 hours of the trek.

It is in this temple that I ended up having a long conversation with a Baba who was taking care of the temple. He spoke in Bengali, interspersed with English words. I spoke in English and Hindi, interspersed with Bengali words.

I think we both understood what the other said.

After about what I think was 30 minutes, I touched the feet of the Baba and sought his permission to move to the Chandranath hills, the site of the ShaktiPeetha. He blessed me and wished me a safe journey ahead.

My friends were waiting patienly for me, perhaps enjoying their own moments of silence and peace in the area. With renewed energy we walked towards the Shakti Peetha.

There is a magnificient view of the countryside from atop the Chandranath hills. The Bay of Bengal lies on the west and one sees the green of the hills and the villages on the other sides.

The Pujari of the temple greeted us warmly and we spent sometime praying in the temple. He spoke fondly of his trip to Chennai and the temples around.

We received news here that one of our friends who could not climb up the hills was feeling unwell.

There was no more time to enjoy the hills. We had to rush down and we did .

The temple of Swayambunath/ Shambhunath was open and we had a quick darshan here. The temple of Bhavani (right at the base of the hills) was closed and outside, I prayed to her for permission for me to visit her on this trip again.

We set out towards the city and had our food on the way- the most delicious food I have had on this trip in a vegetarian restaurant, perhaps the only one I have seen so far in my brief stay here.

This blog entry is dedicated to my friends Sumit and Satpal. Also to our guide on the trip, Mr. Radhakrishnan.