Triund: a weekend trekking delight near Delhi!

The complete photo story available here on Picasa.

It is a good thing to be bitten by the trekking bug, because it sometimes takes you to places which make you wonder if you are still in India! Let me talk about one such experience I had at Triund in Himachal Pradesh.

Ever since I returned from Chadar, I found it difficult to get the prospect of yet another trek out of my mind. I longed to go back. But I was a little apprehensive. While the Chadar trek was on a completely flat terrain, I knew other treks wouldn’t be so. I am not an athlete, even by the most lenient standards, and I wasn’t sure if I would be okay while climbing mountains. And so I decided to do the Triund trek because I was told by Gaurav, a fellow trekker at Chadar, that Triund has all the elements to test one’s perseverance for Himalayan trekking.

Having said that, and that Gaurav was mighty right with his suggestion, let me also add that I found much more there! Triund is an ideal place for someone new to trekking or one looking for a quick weekend adventure out of Delhi. With its snow-covered hilltop, the mighty Dhauladhar range in the backdrop, the chilly night and a warm, cozy and electricity-deprived guest-house room, Triund was incredibly beautiful and inviting!

Triund, however, is gradually becoming popular among pseudo-travelers and first-timers and so becomes crowded and expensive during summers (and by the way, I’ve heard the camping scene at Triund is something to look forward to in the summer season!). It wasn’t so for us, because we went there in the first week of March when the summers were still not fully upon us. But if you happen to visit Triund in peak summers, you’d better go further up to Lahesh Caves, or even to Indrahar Pass, if you are looking for some peace!

I’ve also heard some really good things about the cuisines of McLeodGanj. I missed out on exploring them, but there’s always a next time around the corner!

P.S.- I found this website very useful while planning my trip.


A half-remembered narrative

I met him only once, and that too a long time ago. I don’t remember his name anymore and even the details of his tale are now fuzzy in my head. But I distinctly remember how fascinated I was with what he shared. We have all heard stories about how corrupt the government bodies that run our nation are, but it was the first time I heard an insider’s account of what he’d seen. He was down a couple of beers and I have little reason to believe that his story might’ve been fabricated or exaggerated!

He was an Inspector of FCI, the Food Corporation of India, in some town of Punjab. I think it was FCI, but it may well have been a differently named, albeit a similar function, company- that doesn’t really matter. This is what he had to say. He was part of a huge hierarchy where every under-the-table money that went through the organization was equally and fairly divided at every level. Whatever be the size of the bribe-pie, the portion you’d get was predetermined (which meant you won’t have to go out in the field to haggle with someone) and would come to your desk at the start of each month: it was simple as that! The amount that he got every month was somewhere between 40k to one lac but what was more interesting was that, according to him, he was part of a vicious circle wherein he had to accept the bribe money, whether he liked it or not, else get conveniently kicked out of the system!

Apart from all this, let me tell you a little about yet another interesting part of his personal life. He had come to Delhi to enroll into one of the many IAS coaching centres here, He had no plans to quit his job back home and so would keep receiving his legitimate monthly paycheck. His absence in office would be managed by a couple of colleagues who would now share his bribe money among themselves and in return would buzz him in case of any trouble!

As one might expect, corruption and neglect was highly rampant in the warehousing of the grains too. It wasn’t unusual for the officials to let monsoon water seep into the godowns, because the soaked water would drastically increase the weight of the grain sacks in the near future, or to let them rot in the presence of thousands of mice in some other season. The common man, be it the consumers or the farmers, would, of course, pay the price in both the cases. He also used some math to bring home his point, but I hardly remember any of it now.

Can we even imagine how many thousands of companies, as big as or maybe even bigger than FCI, exist in our country, in both the private and the public sector?

It wasn’t easy to buy a camera!

Moments of self-realization are rare! You might go blank for a few seconds when a social networking website prompts you to write an About Me, but apart from few such occasions, you are generally confident that you know yourself well. And then something comes up that shows you an entirely new facet of your personality. I can tell this because something similar happened with me recently.

I decided to purchase a camera after my Chadar trek. I had a Canon Powershot SX30 there and the pictures it captured came out so good that it made the question of what brand to purchase simple. I could either purchase an advanced point and shoot or a DSLR. I realized that I am good at doing my research: from more than a couple of dozen models on Flipkart and Amazon and given my constraints and preferences, I could come up with the best cameras in both categories in just three or four days.

But then, the question of an advanced P&S vs. a DSLR haunted me for days after that. I remember having read somewhere that men are, in general, not good at multitasking; I, for one, realized this in a rather difficult way! I was so focused on this one thing for those couple of weeks or so that nothing else seemed to matter, and every sane advice to go to the market and just purchase one of the two cameras was stubbornly ignored. The torment, of course, eventually ended when I bought a DSLR last week.

These two traits were also clearly visible to me when I was deciding, some time back, on what mutual funds to invest in. Not many people spend time trying to discover and understand themselves better, but for others like me who do, experiences like the ones mentioned above offer a fresh perspective on a rather lesser known territory..

Chadar Frozen River Trek

Once the trek is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive.
You won’t even be sure, whether the trek is really over.
But one thing is certain. When you come out of the trek, you won’t be the same person who walked in.
That’s what the trek is all about.

Just a few days ago, I returned from an unforgettable journey. It was a trek on a frozen river near Ladakh, at a time when the temperature dips to -25 (or maybe, -30) degree C! My Picasa album of more than a hundred photos fairly tell my story of the Chadar trek; I’ll be more general in this blog post.

Last year, few folks I know from college went on a breathtakingly beautiful Kashmir Great Lakes trek. It was their second, after one to Chandratal, and the photos they brought back were such I had seen only in movies before. Moreover, a close friend of mine from that group talked passionately about how different an experience it was to trek in the mighty Himalayas, not only because they are beautiful, but also because you feel so small and helpless in front of the mountains that have been there for thousands of years- just standing and doing nothing!

I too longed to experience all this for myself (look at an old tweet, for example!) and an opportunity presented itself one day while randomly surfing the Indiahikes website. I read that the Chadar trek was difficult, but it was also one that was happening most recently- I wasn’t really in a mood to plan a trip for as late as May or June. I decided, more so on an impulse, to at least pay one visit to the Himalayas- I could always decide on whether to go on more later.

It being my first trek, I didn’t know what all to expect, the most important points to keep in mind while making the preparations and the do’s and don’ts. I didn’t even know that Chadar was one of the most extreme treks in the Himalayas, something that I later found out from a woman who was there on her fourteenth (yes, fourteenth!) Himalayan trek! My carry bag was wrong, so were a few other things which eventually made me shorten my stay on Chadar for four days instead of six.

Still, it was a trek that I won’t easily forget! I met a 43 year old woman, who was on her 8th Himalayan trek and also completed it! She had a hard time negotiating her way through bedside rocks (when needed), usually stooped over her trekking pole and was almost always the last one to finish the trek- but she still completed it, which was an inspiring sight for me! Moreover, I had never seen snow before in my life and the trek showed me so much ice and snow that at one point, I feared that the views would soon become monotonous!

Apart from the trek, I was happy that I finally visited Leh city- I instantly fell in love with it. The residents are warm and inviting: they like to talk to tourists about their city, religion & culture, are soft-spoken and have a helping nature. I was also told that Leh becomes more beautiful in summers (with greenery, a better weather etc.), and I promised myself that I would try to visit Ladakh at least once every year. I missed out some great spots such as Nubra Valley and Pangong Lake, but I’ll go back to visit them pretty soon! While talking to the people of Leh and seeing a glimpse of their religion, I have also developed a curiosity about Zen Buddhism- will learn more about that sometime in leisure.

On Jaisalmer

It is rather difficult to not fall in love with Rajasthan once you visit it. I happen to visit Rajasthan at least twice a year; and the colors, the culture and traditions, the wide variety of sweets and spicy foods and the environment, in general, never failed to mesmerize me. What has awed me the most, however, have been the deserts.

Even as a child, I had formed a pretty beautiful sight of Jaisalmer in my mind. When I finally went there on New Year’s eve of 2010, I wasn’t disappointed. The place was crowded but it had preserved that aura of ancient times which only added to its splendour. The city is small but has a plethora of forts. “What’s new in that? We are talking about Rajasthan, right?”, you might rightly point out! Well, the number of forts per square kilometer area would be, I guess, much more in Jaisalmer as compared to, say, Jaipur or Bikaner! In the center of the city lies the main fort: it is so huge and prominent that it is the general point of reference for everything in the city. Every road leads to this fort: if you got drunk one night and fell on the streets, you can be sure that the road on which you wake up next day would take you to the main fort!

There is a restaurant, called Desert Bite, that serves authentic Rajasthani dishes: a must-visit for anyone craving for the local taste. The other must-do in Jaisalmer, without which a trip would be incomplete, is a desert safari. The foreigners call it ‘living under the stars’. At a distance of about forty kilometers from the town lie Khuri and Sam Dhani desert. The two are home to vast sand dunes and spending a night there includes a long camel ride to the dunes to watch a beautiful sunset, bonfire, folk dance performance by an artist and camping in the night: all of this in the middle of a desert; highly recommended!

Moreover, I’ve always wanted to visit Jaisalmer’s three day Desert Festival that happens in February each year. I missed it this year; I think I’ll go there next year!

Visiting Delhi for the first time, are you?

If you are visiting my city Delhi for the first time, the one place I would suggest you to visit would be Chandni Chowk. This is because it is the only place where you can feel the true pulse of Delhi.

The first time you set foot in Chandni Chowk, you will be terrified by the heavily congested streets. The streets are so busy and overpacked that while maneuvering them, chances are high that you’ll be tightly clutching your money and passport inside your pocket, lest you get pickpocketed! But beneath the pandemonium lies another dimension of this place.

The busy market is host to major places of worship such as Muslim Jama Masjid and Sunehri Masjid, Hindu Gauri Shankar Temple, Sikh Gurdwara Sis Ganj Sahib and Christian Central Baptist Church. These various religious shrines give a fascinating glimpse of the cultural harmony that exists in India.

One of the speciality here is the big wholesale markets where thousands of people from various walks of life, be it a middle-class bookseller or a millionaire cloth merchant, come to do business without any discrimination of class or caste. If you are a food connoisseur, you’ll never forget the heavenly non-vegetarian at the world famous Karim?s or a literally huge assortment of Indian breads at the Paranthe ki Gali.
These unusual streets represent the true cultural diversity of India. The glimpses you get here are enough to make even experienced eyes stare in wonder.

Read a good book. Watch a good film.

There are many ways you can entertain yourself. To kill a couple of hours on a lazy Sunday afternoon, you might rather watch the dim-witted American Pie series than rack your brains in Inception. Alternatively, you might prefer exploring the remarkable cinematography of The Diving Bells and the Butterfly to fantasizing how one day, you too would be one half of a couple as loving as one shown in P.S. I Love You.

I think you get the drift. Entertainment means different things to different people and I cannot, of course, hold it against you if you’ve never even heard of Ayn Rand and you brag about how cool Chetan Bhagat’s novels are! The way I see it is why waste time in something that you already know, from the very beginning, is substandard.

It is true that sometimes you are too tired to indulge in some serious stuff and all you care about is to relax. At such times, I’d rather go for a drive or call up a friend than read/watch something stale!

Moreover, I feel a certain amount of pride in that I’ve shown my kid sister a variety of good films till now. She is currently in class 12 and has already watched a wide variety of animated films (which include some serious ones such as Grave of the Fireflies and Spirited Away), collections (such as Star Wars, Back to the Future etc.) and a few Oscar winning films (such as The Artist and Titanic). I also feel elated when she calls me up to discuss some difficult films like Casablanca and The Others! I was properly introduced to Hollywood only when I entered 2nd year in college and I wanted my sister to have that chance early on. It remains to be seen, however, what taste she eventually develops!