Showing posts with label Path. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Path. Show all posts

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Tryst with Destiny: Trek to Hampta Pass

After many days of speculation and infinite warnings from family/friends midst Uttarkhand flash floods, it finally happened- the Hampta pass. It was a five day affair, thanks to snowing and wet tents/clothes, we had to wind up in four days, oh sorry, we were more than happy to get back heart and hale as early as possible!

Checklist of the trek was really long and it took quite a while to arrange everything. Starting from trek poles to shoes to rucksacks to thermal inners to rain coats to synthetic tracks to energy boosters to medical kit. Once the gear was ready, it weighed at least 9kgs, which I carried on my back, every day, don’t I deserve a bravery award!

13-08-2013: Manali to Chika basecamp
Supposed to be day where we get the trailer of what is probably waiting. With Saranbir (got your name right!) and Thakur sahib guiding us, we started off to Jobri in 3 vans, yeah, I met 17 awesome fellow trekkers! Jobri to Chika was an easy stroll of 2hours, small steeps and small river crossings; we reached at 5.30pm and learnt how to pitch the tents. Chapthis with paneer and dal was served for dinner, not to forget, there was a soup and a desert as well. Food just got better by day and chai, kept tasting best as we scaled the altitude.

14-08-2013: Chika to Bhalu Ka Ghera via Jwara
After a good sleep, woke up fresh. To answer the nature’s call, I explored toilet tents, not satisfied with the ambience, decided to carry axe to dig cat hole and enjoy the landscapes! This happened for next 3 days as well!
Sky kissing pines are dark green,
And as white color sets,
On a chilled night with creamy fog…
I see no moon, no stars!

The mild wind stretches the peg,
That holds my hand built tent…
Not strong enough, not weak though!
Yes, my nest is going to stay!

As the sun rises from the hill,
My eyes focus on a flying eagle,
Fighting rains, all set for a hard day…
I wrap my tent, head for a new journey!
We were served good breakfast and bananas/toffees to munch on the way, trek of 5 hours. With plenty of short breaks and decent pace, we were trying to acclimatize to the environment. Ah, I forgot to mention that this trek was mostly river side! Saran (Our trek lead) made it compulsory for us drink these riverside fresh water, basic idea is to overcome AMS (Acute Mountain sickness). Enough of huffing-puffing, making friends with fellow trekkers- we managed to reach Bhalu Ka Ghera, means Land of Sand, and we pitched in our tents.

When everything was so perfect, it started to rain. The rain that took this trek difficulty level from easy to moderate! The rain that made most of us wear same clothes everyday due to the drenched rucksacks. The rain which almost shattered our dreams of making it to Hampta pass the next day. All of us were working on the alternate plan of things that we would do if we got back tomorrow. With dejection and sorrow, most of us prayed for the rain to stop. It kept raining. It kept raining.

15-08-2013: Bhalu Ka Ghera to Shia Ka Garu via Hampta Pass: The Independence Day!
I came out of the tent, looked at the skies, obviously clouds had not cleared, no sign of the Sun, I sighed. 10min later, Saran comes out, probably after working on some of his magical tricks which he kept throwing at us throughout the trip, Bazinga!, tells us- “Guys, we’ll celebrate Independence day in Hampta pass” . All of us were electrified and we hurried to pack our belongings, I knew I was going to live “Tryst with Destiny” today!

All set with rain coats, head caps, gloves and some food on the way to eat, we started moving slowly but steadily, like a wind which is waiting to turn into a storm, we picked up pace and with regular breaks we crossed valley of flowers. With every ascent, it just got tough since it had started raining and now, we were not even bothered about it. We crossed glaciers and I could not hold my excitement of seeing them for the first time in my life, I stepped on the sides and in a split second, my left leg had gone in, I threw away my trekking pole and held on to a rock nearby, managed to get out safe. I looked through the hole my leg had made; I saw a river flowing in deep silence!

Breathing got tougher and when we reached the Hampta pass, we let it go, shouting slogans of Independence Day and congratulating each other for the feat achieved. It had taken us 6 hours to reach the pass. We started the descent. Oh man, numerous slips and knees hurting, ascent was better than descent! Blue lakes far away were a treat to watch. We even spotted mountain rats, sheep, goats and dogs.

Shia ka Garu means land of cold, and temperature was easily in single digits, not sure, if it went to negative! After 9hours long trek, pakoras and chai was the savior before the yummy dinner. With our wet clothes, wet inners and wet tents, sleeping was out of question, I kept shivering. With trembling hand and hoping for Sun rays, I penned this down...
Sun will smile tomorrow,
Marks of yesterday’s water…
Will speak the story of valor,
Of incredible belief in destiny…

Footprints in snow glitters,
Hiding enormous flowing river!
I press my shoe hard, hard enough…
To kick away those vacuum…
To kick away that emptiness…
To kick away those failures…
16-08-2013:Shia Ka Garu to Manali via Chatru
Plan for Day 5, i.e., Chandratala was cancelled since we had spotted fresh snow and it was almost impossible for another wet, cold night. So we headed to Chatru where we were supposed to be picked by motor vans. 4 hours of easy descent plus plain land. We started our day with clicking group pictures and crossing the crazy freezing cold river barefooted. We reached Chatru and were relieved to have finally finished the trek successfully. Then the news broke in!

There were 3 landslides and we had to trek for 13 kms more to catch our waiting van. It started all over again in Spithi valley and we were running out of words in praise for the landscapes, numerous waterfalls. To support green initiative of IndiaHikes, some of us kept picking up the littered items. Crossing the first and second landslide was not easy, and then came the third, like the climax, JCB of Tibetan Border Force, that was clearing up the road, gave me a “lift to remember”! We jumped into van and best of music to listen with satisfaction of trekking successfully- what more can you ask for!

To sum it up, I can easily recommend anyone to take up trekking, yeah, “taking up”, it’s definitely a sport! It’s not about lavish landscapes or scaling 14000ft (Hampta pass), trekking is like life- sometimes you walk alone, sometimes you laugh, you face anxiety, you meet new people, make friends, talk about diverse topics ranging from politics to finance to mules, sometimes you fall, someone will lend you hand, sometimes you help your friend tie shoelace, learn a thing or two, sometimes you work hard and smile, basically, you smile from your most satisfied heart!

[This was part of the tour. Read the complete experience here] 

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Cheers buddy..


I have stopped counting syllables today
Instead, will reckon on the breath it takes!

Seven days spent, I’ll remember the night
For the strong winds that blew me to you!

I rub my open eyes, it feels like a dream
That, I always wanted to play and pause!

Our buddy paths may never cross swords;

But for the memories made, journey destined,
Cheers! To the Art that lit our living!

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Life in life..

Image:life in Life, By Admin

First page flips
Pursuit of knowledge
Marks the birth

Deep valleys
Attempt to explore
Veiled burrows

In learned path
Enlightened eyes seek
life in Life


Mankind, has Innovated over the years, primary reason being the education. The day we set out for the journey, we are on the pursuit, to find the life( quest of new) in the life. Restless days that pass by,  may not yield results, but the learning never halts. The zeal and desire to gain knowledge, keeps us going!, throughout the life!, without a goodbye!.

This haiku is written for Carry on tuesday and Haiku my heart.


Sunday, April 29, 2012

Zestful path..


Zestful path
Showed moon in daylight
Spark live long


This is dedicated to all awesome poets of Haiku Heights  and wonderful readers. Zestful here means "enthusiastic enjoyment". Haiku challenge was a great experience, enthusiasm at its peak, lot of new ideas, different prespectives. It showed us the moon in the broad daylight!. Let's keep the spark alive and let the glory of this Haiku month prevail!


This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is Zest.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Shoreline..

Great pursuit
My kismet beacons
Shoreline reefs


Most of us don't heed to our inner voice, hence end up beating the bush and cursing life. Meditation is the best medicine. Kismet- Destiny always beacons. May be in a reef far away. Looking at it from the shore and feeling proud of the pursuit so far, could make the Destiny out of sight. Never rest till the goals are achieved is the message here.

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is  Kismet.

Monday, March 19, 2012

New life..

This was the day I wanted to live..
With the spotlight on and the music play..
My feet never had a move before..
Being stagnant, I had glued to the clay..
I wanted the breeze to wash me away..
And it finally set, the show had begun..
Poor me, heart racing and pulse high..
Rising from the shadow, I made it dance..
It's was magical, had conquered the stage..
Those moments, toils, looked spectacular..
A drop from eye, I had arrived from  dusk..
Deep in me, was the belief of the beginning..
Deep in me, was the joy of the new dawn..
Deep in me, was the realisation of a new path..

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Walking Alone..

Titles are misguiding, stories are misleading..
When I can see lot of people walking alongsides..
When I can see  hundreds of spotlights beaming..
I knelt down, to tangle my shoe lace..
With a old song setting up the mood..
I took a moment, looked behind..
Journey looked beautiful, with flowers all over..
A passerby overlooked, I could sense the fear..
Fear of the virtual world that makes man, a machine..
Fear of losing those moments that made me walk..
I took a leap, flying away, to the reality..
Walking alone, Running thoughts, and a old tune..

Monday, November 28, 2011

To a friend..

After a moment of thought, I speak..
Lines that come out here, will stay here..
Like a train passing through a dark tunnel..
We have seen the darkness, the light..
We have seen the sorrow, the joy..
We have seen the same face, but new smiles..
We have seen this period, new everytime..
My lines won't stop as the journey ends..
As it's not the end, just a change, a junction..
I pick up a stone here, put it in my bag..
Now it's heavy, with wishes, prayers..
And a hope to see the same train again..
And a sigh, that reckoned, my footprints..

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

I wrote for you..

I am amazed, to be a tiny part of the vast ocean..
Moments of joy that I saw, I felt, I smiled..
Dusk setting in, I hold the sun in the mirror that I have..
I try to make my path, midst the dark clouds..
For just, as I see you waiting for me with the umbrella..
Pouring rain, or the cold wind, I care a little..
That doesn't stop me either to breathe or live..
Or for the lines that I always wrote for you..

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Leaf in the book..

I see a moving train, sigh, I don't board it..
I walk to see the sun following me..
I had looked into your eyes, to spot a dot..
It had a pack of expressions, but not for me..
I had seen you come close, me to myself..
You aren't the one for whom I had waited ..
Just that our paths crossed, a gamble of God..
I see you go, in the shadows of time..
As does the leaf that fall, what a sight..
I pick one for you, for your memory, for your love..

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Morning walk...

Hence I start to see her, it's the mixed emotion..

Days which passed have looked for themselves in the mirror..
Charity of heart to believe the truth just blossomed like a flower..
More I complicate, more I think of you..
It's good when we walk a unknown path..
In the quest of shining Armour which was never there..
Rain drops which you promised have shown rainbow in them..
Seven colors, seven flavors, seven tastes, seven ways..
All that I can say is I'll see you again..
Crossed paths has given me a thought of existence..
May be for a split second or for the falling times...

Thursday, June 2, 2011

It rained..

The rain drops flashing on my face reminded me of few things..
When I had discovered that a path always leads to another..
But this one was something different, or in a way a newone..
Moments, where I was searching for the words which I couldn't recollect..
Newly built road had the beauty to attract any traveller to discover himself..
Streetlights just looked like the pebels disowned by a little kid playing..
Each stone on the way told it's glorious stories and led the Nomad..
The time it spent, the beating it took, the people it saw..
As popularly said- It goes on ...
The Path.. The Quest....And the Rain..