I have always been a nature lover, in awe of the mountains, rivers and streams. So when we decided to go on a 7 day trek to Har-ki-dun in the Garhwal – the most beautiful region of the Himalayas – I was thrilled. We were five of us from three different cities – Meena from Mumbai, Rajini from Chennai and Prasaad, Anand and myself from Bangalore. And we embarked upon an adventure that would give us a hangover that would remain for weeks…
And adventure kept its promise to accompany us right from the beginning – Anand and I missed our flight to Delhi! We had to pay through our nose to get on to the next flight. Everyone else had reached and we took the Metro from the airport to the railway station to take the train to Dehradun. A young army man insisted on carrying my heavy luggage from the Metro to the railway station. He not only carried the burden of keeping the country safe but also happily carried my luggage. I salute all the people who serve our country with pride and patriotism.
Next day we drove from Dehradun to Sankari via Mussorie. We remembered Ruskin Bond and his simple and lovely stories. Driving through tall trees, long and winding roads and listening to old songs was such a divine feeling, I could literally feel stress slowly crawling down my hands and legs and leaving my body. I felt so light and cheerful, without a care in the world. We finally reached Sankari, a beautiful village surrounded by so many green mountains and chirping birds.
Next day we went by jeep to the place from where we would start our trek. After a few minutes I realized that the trek guide and cook were sitting on the roof of the jeep. And I got excited. I too wanted to sit on top. I immediately asked the driver to stop and joined them on the roof. We were driving on the edge of the mountain and I felt like I was seeing the world in IMAX 3D! Seeing butterflies skitting about, birds doing a ballet, driving through a waterfall, the smell of wet earth as the rain came pouring down, lush green mountains; this was such a delight! We then started on our trek along the red ramdana plantations. It was drizzling and lush greens mountains surrounding us were dripping with moisture and looked so sensuous!
We met so many villagers on the way and all the women and children looked so beautiful with pink cheeks and a lovely warm smile. One woman Doodhkali was coming home to her parents’ place for the Ganpati festival. She was so beautiful I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She even invited us to her place, but we had to excuse ourselves as we were late for our destination. Almost every day we met villagers who kept asking us for medicines for fever, pain and diarrhoea. There are almost no medical facilities up there in the mountains. We promised our trek organizers that we will courier medicines to them and they will deliver them to the villagers.
Almost every day we camped right next to the river Tons which gets its water from the Jaundhar glacier. All through the night we could hear the soft gurgling of the river. It was like a lullaby for us. But the water is freezing cold! Even to brush our teeth, we would shiver with the cold water on our hands. Sleeping in tents wasn’t easy either. Three girls were in one tent and the two boys in the other. Sleeping in sleeping bags was so frustrating as we couldn’t move and there was hardly any place in the tent. We had to literally crawl out of the tent. But over the next few days this became our home and we became experts in living in them! It rained almost every evening. The pitter patter of the raindrops on our tent was like background music to our chirpy conversations.
Day 2 was a lot of uphill climbing through rains and we had to stop often to take a breath. Along the way, we met a shepherd who was leading about 500 sheep / goats! We were quite scared as the path was narrow, but all mountain animals – sheep, goats, cows, mules, horses, sheep dogs – walked on the side giving way to humans. There was nothing to be afraid of. (In fact, it is the animals that need to be afraid of us humans – we human beings kill animals for fancy accessories. What a shame!) I was surprised at the balance these animals had and how quickly they could climb hills and mountains and even difficult precipices.
Day 3 was nice and sunny! No rains after so many days! The warmth of the sun on our backs was so pleasant. We walked with gay abandon, clicking pictures of everything we saw. Everywhere we looked, there was beauty. The Himalayas offered us such stunning views and the magnificent mountains stood in all their glory looking down affectionately at the valleys. Along the way we saw so many butterflies flitting about as though they were gossiping about the flowers and the bees! We saw the Queen of Spain, Puffin and many other varieties of butterflies. And there were so many species of birds – wag tail, dipper, eagle, yellow beaked crow, minivets, fantail, doves and many more. There were so many colourful bees on the many varieties of beautiful flowers, creating life. Life was literally on every inch of land, even on dead trees. Everywhere you see, there’s greenery and we saw every shade of green there is in the world. In just a six by six square feet of land, there were at least a dozen types of plants and leaves. There was so much peace and tranquillity around, our spirits were soaring. But this was a tough day as it was a steep climb. Every muscle on our legs ached. But when we finally reached the destination Har-ki-dun, we forgot all our pains and aches. It was such a splendid sight, with snow-capped mountains surrounding the beautiful valley and the Tons river meandering its way downhill. We were all speechless. Every time I go the mountains, I fall in love with them all over again. And keep promising to come back, which I do… I realized my country is so beautiful. People from all over the world come to pay a visit to the Himalayas. I was always a proud Indian, and I became even prouder today! But then again, did God intend to divide the world into boundaries and countries? To make one species take ownership of land and rule over all the other species? What are we doing to this beautiful creation?
Day 4 was rest day but Prasad, Anand and myself went through the valley to see the Jaundhar glacier. There were so many horses and cows grazing in the valley. The valley was a carpet of yellow flowers. It was like nature was welcoming us. It was very picturesque. The air in the mountains is so crisp. We were breathing in pure freshly manufactured oxygen! Every breath brought new vigour into our lives. The water in the streams was so sweet and unadulterated. I used to stop by every single stream and drink water directly from the stream. One week in the mountains makes up for a year of living in the plains! So I swear to go to the mountains every year and rejuvenate myself! We had a campfire on both nights at Har-ki-dun. I have never seen so many stars in the sky. There was an extra sprinkling of stars in the sky and we were as delighted as children are when their mommies put an extra sprinkling of sweet treats on their desserts!
Day 5 was downhill and we covered in one day what we had covered two days going uphill. It was a little cloudy and the sun was playing hide and seek with us. We saw huge vultures today with the wingspan as huge as my arms spread. They were such magnificent birds taking flight into the blue sky and all the world was theirs. They could fly wherever they wanted with no boundaries and no need of visas and passports and no phone calls and blackberries to answer. The digital detox that all of us were forced into, what with no mobile or network connectivity, actually did us good. We never really missed it, in fact, we were happy to be disconnected from the world.
Day 6 was easy and we reached almost the end of our trek. As the sun set, the sky became peach coloured and then pink and purple. I’ve never seen such amazing colours from the plains. Today we had dinner with our crew Vikram the guide, Rahul the cute Nepali cook, Guddu the helper and Pansingh the kaccharwala (the guy who went along with the two mules Lalli and Lulli and the horse Badal) in the kitchen tent. Our crew was the best, they took such good care of us, fed us well, offered to carry our bags when we were tired and always being at our beck and call. They made our trek all the more memorable and easy. We will definitely do more treks with them.
Day 7 was a short trek back to the starting point Taluka. This time I made all of my friends sit on top of the jeep and they had the time of their lives! We were 10 of us on the roof of the jeep and there were 15 inside so a total of 25 of us! As we moved along, we saw a flight of red male and yellow female minivets doing a ballet mid-air. So many butterflies kept leading the way as though showing us the direction. We finally reached Sankari and were sad that the trek had come to an end. We were back to civilization, to materialism and politics. The pahadi people were so simple, with a song in their heart and a smile on their lips. They lived each day and you could hear the laughter in their voice and see the twinkle in their eyes. And I thought, maybe I should make a home in the mountains someday…