My family hasn’t been one for pilgrimage, which is why I’ve also missed out on a lot of the more interesting aspects that crop up in these locations. Some of these, like palm reading sessions, are on offer at the hotel.
The property has a charming rooftop restaurant that serves up kadak chai, pakode and several accompaniments while you bask in the warm sunlight. As my companions munched on eggplant, the in-house palmist took a look at my future. I was told that I’d be writing for the rest of my life and earning truckloads of money(an unlikely combination), unless someone I trusted took me for a ride. Not terrible, but not the spiciest of revelations. The palmist was delightfully accommodating of curious (and perhaps, somewhat blasphemous) questions about the field. He chortled when I pointed my most burning query: if you pick which palm to read based on a person’s gender, what do you do when the customer is intersex or transgender?
Aside from the dabbles in astrology, the hotel also offers evening bhajans, flautist sessions and a private ghat if you don’t want to brave the crowds at the nearby Har ki Pauri. I can’t say I enjoyed the privacy that much—the crowds, noise and general liveliness are a necessary part of the experience. The hotel has a special arrangement for its guests if they wish to visit Har ki Pauri for the famous evening aarti as well—a VIP entrance on the bridge overlooking the Ganga and her pandits. Sitting with just three others on a gigantic stairway as throngs of devotees jostled for space below didn’t feel entirely right, but the aarti wrapped up in what felt like minutes (I somehow expected it to be more long-drawn and dramatic) and we returned for dinner.
Meat and alcohol may be off-limits in the city, but the food at the haveli is anything but austere. Chef Raja Ganguly does a splendid job of catering to all crowds, be they vegan, Jain or homesick. I could tell almost nothing in the buffet spreads was processed or came out of a bottle. Meat became a distant memory as we hogged on everything from dhokla to ratatouille, mezze platters to aloo posto. The terrace seating overlooking the Ganga—its waters, fresh from a glacial outflow, a divine shade of turquoise—was our favourite spot for lunch and adda. The scenery from this area, of sparsely-visited ghats and forests, stirred up a hankering for local eats, and we were soon supplied with aloo puri, tehri pulao, sweet pumpkin curry and minty green lassi. Chef Ganguly informed us that a lot of guests sign up for cooking classes here, where you can learn to make Uttarakhand specialties like kafli (a warming spinach and methi curry) and different kinds of flavoured salt and relish.
If you’re not looking to find faith, Haveli Hari Ganga facilitates excursions beyond the ghats and temples. You could head to Rishikesh (one hour away) for rafting, boating or some time at hippie cafés, or visit the nearby Rajaji National Park for safaris and birdwatching. All that food and walking around is bound to get you sleepy, and the cosy Tattva Spa is quick to iron out any tensions. Especially if you’re a sore loser after a long, pensive game of chess. The hotel has a lot of these nooks—pink, white, golden—where you could sit for hours. And if you forgot to bring a book, well, the Gita’s always there.
The property accommodates 14 heritage rooms and 6 Ganga view suites. Check it out here.