The scent of burning joss sticks curls around my
nostrils, leading me down Ploenchit Road in Bangkok towards Saan Phra Phrom,
most commonly known as the Erawan Shrine. A young woman on my left sits on a
tiny stool threading delicate blossoms onto a string, while several women on
the busy roadside sell bundles and garlands of perfumed flowers amid the
belching buses and tuk-tuks, honking cars and screeching motorbikes.
A
man and a woman manage to push through the crowd to kneel down in front of
Brahma, flowers and incense pressed between their palms, eyes closed.
My eyes greet the whites, oranges, deep purples and reds
with delight as a middle-aged woman with crinkled dark eyes and a wide
toothy smile gestures towards the flowers for sale, gently persuading me to
buy her beautiful wreaths. I pick one up and inhale its delicate bouquet
just as a bus pauses by the woman’s stall and with a rattle and a roar
spews black stinking exhaust into the air around us. I cover my nose and
mouth with my free hand, visibly cringing at the thought of what the toxic
particles are doing to my lungs, while she coughs and laughs. “Sip baht.”
I hand her the coin and with wreath in hand continue down the busy street.
The
dancers move elegantly, gracefully, as they sway and twist their hands to
the music, their fingers arched backwards towards their wrists.
A brief lull in traffic allows my senses to restore their
equanimity temporarily, and again the scent of incense wafts around me,
guiding me down to the southeast corner of Ratchaprasong Junction. The
crowds of people are thicker here, the air sweet and smoky, and edging past
several worshippers holding bunches of the fragrant flowers and incense, I
turn into the shrine and gaze into the eyes of the four-faced effigy of
Brahma, the Hindu god of creation.
Brahma
is one of three gods responsible for human welfare in the Hindu religion,
the other two being Vishnu and Shiva.
Brahma is one of three gods responsible for human welfare
in the Hindu religion, the other two being Vishnu and Shiva. Brahma is
cool-tempered and possesses the highest moral principles. He is also kind,
merciful, sympathetic and impartial; it’s these four precepts that
comprise the “Conscientious Behaviour” corresponding to Buddhist
teaching.
After
many murmured words, they lay the garlands on the table then stand up to
leave, quickly replaced by new worshippers.
The Erawan Shrine to Brahma was originally built in 1956
during the construction of the Erawan Hotel, which was later razed to build
the current Grand Hyatt Erawan, beside which the shrine stands. Some say the
shrine was created after hotel management consulted an astrologer for an
auspicious date for its grand opening. When the astrologer revealed that the
date the foundation stone had been laid was not suitable, he advised that a
Brahman shrine should be built to correct the error. However, another story
is that the shrine was built after several serious mishaps delayed the
hotel’s construction.
The
Erawan Shrine is a popular place for both Thais and foreigners to pay their
respects.
Whatever reason why the Erawan Shrine was built, it is a
popular place for both Thais and foreigners to pay their respects. Often, if
a wish has been granted people will thank Brahma by donating teak elephants
or commissioning the classical Thai dancers and traditional musicians to
perform.
The sound of the traditional music draws me further into
the throng of people, and I try to move politely, not stepping on people’s
toes as they move as close as possible to the Brahma statue to pray. The
golden effigy, with its four faces and many arms, sits in the centre of the
shrine, surrounded by a metal fence that is covered with hundreds of
garlands of colourful flowers.
In front of the statue is a table holding offerings of
fruit, coconuts and flowers, while on the ground next to it is a stone tray
ringed with yellow candles and filled with sand and joss sticks. Some of the
incense is still burning, trails of sweet smoke swirling like souls in the
air before disappearing, while others are just cold shells, the red and pink
sticks thrusting lifeless out of the sand.
A man and a woman manage to push through the crowd to
kneel down in front of Brahma, flowers and incense pressed between their
palms, eyes closed. They light the joss sticks from the yellow candles’
strong steady flames and place the incense in the sand, the thin white smoke
coiling up to the heavens. After many murmured words, they lay the garlands
on the table then stand up to leave, quickly replaced by new worshippers.
Amidst the throng of people I walk around to the back of
the shrine where the musicians and dancers are performing. I hardly notice
the musicians playing the traditional instruments as they sit in the shadows
of the covered area, allowing the beautiful dancers, dressed in colourful
costumes to take the spotlight. The dancers move elegantly, gracefully, as
they sway and twist their hands to the music, their fingers arched backwards
towards their wrists.
After several minutes I return to the shrine and edge
towards the Brahma statue, the sweet incense smoke creating a haze around
it. I gently place my garland of yellow and white flowers on the pile of
other wreaths, each one a problem wanting to be solved, a wish hoping to be
granted. I close my eyes and dream of my own wish; then with a nodding thank
you to Brahma I leave the shrine and head out into the busy Bangkok street.