The temple bells toll in the distance. &ldquoWhat a trendy bikini,&rdquo I think, as two girls walk past, suddenly rendering my swimsuit woefully out-of-fashion. Nearing sunset, the sea now resembles molten lava. I hear the yoga mat being dusted. I look up to see its owner &mdash a middle-aged Caucasian with long, shocking-white hair and beard, sporting rudraksha beads, tanned like a carrot from the sun &mdash done with his yoga for the day. My mobile rings &mdash my auto&rsquos arrived to pick me up if I want to see the evening aarti, I&rsquod need to leave right away. I polish off the last slice of my Hawaiian pizza and slurp down my fruit punch. Half an hour later, I join a snaking queue at the crowded Mahabaleshwara temple. The heady fragrance of jasmine fills the air, occasionally mixed with the stench of cow dung, as cows sporadically relieve themselves. Suddenly, the bells toll louder, and the queue begins to frantically compress and shove the door to the sanctum has just been opened.
A couple of days ago, driving into Gokarna, the highway gradually narrowed until my car got stuck trying to enter a crowded, one-car-width road. As I inched ahead, panic-stricken, the human tide parted to make way, squeezing between my car and open gutters on either side of the road. I was afraid somebody would fall in or that another vehicle would come along. The road did slightly widen after a while. Another vehicle did drive past. Gutters continued lining the road. The swarm of people remained. Yet, we all squeezed in to fit into that road. That&rsquos what Gokarna is all about &mdash coexistence.
By the time I drove on, took an incredibly difficult turn into an even narrower road to my guesthouse, slipped on omnipresent cow dung, and almost fell into a gutter, I was ready to leave. I only stayed because I was too scared to drive out again. Yet, here I was, a couple of days later, seasonedly squeezing myself, walking between a car and the dreaded gutter, making way for somebody else&rsquos arrival into Gokarna.
If Gokarna were a person, it would&rsquove been dubbed schizophrenic it has two facets &mdash a pilgrimage centre drawing hordes of devotees, and beaches attracting equal droves of flower children. The town was a bastion of orthodox Brahmins until it began attracting non-Indian visitors seeking spirituality, yoga, and virgin beaches. Today, almost half the people seen in Gokarna are foreigners.
For most visitors, their holiday begins and ends at the beaches. Most pilgrims confine themselves to the temple town. Both are neatly separated by a series of hillocks. Only one beach straddles that gap &mdash Gokarna beach. A short walk from the temple, this is where rituals for last rites are performed Gokarna, aka Dakshin Kashi, is considered one of India&rsquos seven holiest &lsquoplaces of salvation&rsquo. On the very same beach, you sometimes find beach bums who&rsquove strayed a bit too far from neighbouring Kudle beach, a part of the &lsquobeach Gokarna&rsquo side. I, in fact, was attempting to straddle the divide in my own way &mdash I&rsquod chosen to stay in the town and visit the beaches from there.
Very little gives away the fact that Kudle beach is located in a temple town tourists sun-bathe, play frescobol, canoe, swim in the clean, blue waters or idle in one of the many shacks. Om beach, on the other hand, is popular with pilgrims too, attracted by its shape &mdash an inverted Om. This lends it an air of virtuous fun, preferred by families trying to avoid the possible culture-shock at Kudle beach. Boats moored here ferry people to Paradise and Half-moon beaches, whose camps and wild parties, disallowed nowadays, make Om and Kudle beaches seem tame in comparison.
If the beaches exude a relaxed vibe, Gokarna town is their antithesis. It buzzes feverishly from as early as 4am, well into the night. All activity centres around narrow, winding &lsquoCar Street&rsquo its surprisingly bohemian flavour is much like Goa in the 1970s, though it progressively wanes towards the end where Mahabaleshwara and Maha Ganapati temples become the street&rsquos focal points. The former is dedicated to Lord Shiva, seen here in the form of an atmalinga (a piece of Shiva&rsquos soul). The latter, to Shiva&rsquos son Ganesh the boy-Ganesh statue is unique, in that it is two-armed and standing.
Shops selling swimwear, spaghetti tops or bongos, strangely congruous amidst shiny brassware and devotional paraphernalia, lure you along Car Street. As you gingerly step around a painstakingly drawn rangoli outside the swimsuit shop, it reiterates why though reminiscent of Goa, Gokarna can never become Goa&rsquos replica the temples ensure that. Some locals do speak of resentment setting in, at their town degenerating due to immorality. In general, however, there is a nonchalant acceptance of foreign visitors &mdash most are mindful of not hurting local sentiments and attempt to blend in. In fact, some seem more local than locals themselves.
Under the cover of darkness, Gokarna town morphs into a laidback twin of its daytime avatar. Most locals head home, while pilgrims vanish. Blackened aluminium kettles bubble away on tea-carts, supply-ing everybody&rsquos favourite evening glassful. Sudha&rsquos, which stocks books in a plethora of global languages, becomes a hotbed of discussion. In the multi-hued, dim lighting Gokarna seems to favour, the vagaries of that afro hairstyle, the Om tattoo, or that tongue piercing make for a people watchers&rsquo paradise.
My last morning in Gokarna, I awoke much before the sun did, had a 5am breakfast, and didn&rsquot find it odd Gokarna had effortlessly sucked me into its routine. Dolphin-watching hadn&rsquot been fruitful the evening before, so I&rsquod decided to try again. Did I forget to mention it Amongst all things Gokarna offers, glimpses of curious beaks, slender fins and flexible torsos are a given if you are lucky, acrobatic breaches from the water too.
As our boat returned towards Kudle beach, we were surrounded by shoals of tiny, silver-coloured fish, jumping in sync with the boat. While photographing them, I heard the bells toll, a reminder of where I was &mdash not on a beach holiday, but at a temple town. Ahead lay pristine Kudle beach, where shacks were just beginning to open for the day. A few early-swimmers&rsquo heads bobbed alongside us. So wasn&rsquot I on a beach holiday Or, was it a temple holiday I seemed to be constantly flitting between the two, my memories from both intertwining to form a crazy, unconventional holiday memory. I smiled as I alighted &mdash I&rsquod never know.
The information
Getting there
The nearest airports are Dabolim, Goa (round trip about Rs 12,000 from Delhi) and Hubli, Karnataka (round trip about Rs 13,000 from Delhi).
Where to stay
Swaswara resort (Rs 2,295 for five nights for two min. five nights stay children below 15 not allowed 08386-257132/33 swaswara.com). Paradise Holiday Cottages (from Rs 1,000 book through online booking portals). Haripriya Residency (from Rs 1,000 08386-257203 haripriyaresidency.com).
When to go
Gokarna experiences the monsoon from Jun to Sep, and is coolest from Nov to Feb. Dec and Jan are peak months and accommodation fills up months in advance.
