Walker of Peace

This journey has poured me into water but it never made me wet because I was not intended rather I owned the Nature. I tell you , how I made possible a dropped plan into existence. Mountains have a magnet, I am sure everybody knows about that and I am a victim of that force everytime in a positive sense though. Dropping off my heritage walk, I preferred to continue the trail to my mother whom I belong and where I should be.



This trail has been the most bumpiest of all, you guys will know later surely, but it was it which I wanted to have in unexpected senses. These have thrilled me everytime and it will till my last wind. I did a cross check of my predrafted plan, and commissioned it on my own heart. Travelling is not about only seeing new places  but to have an impact to re discover ourselves into another being, to feel the change every moment when I am in trans.

The idea emerged when I was in Varanasi which is another by flow of Ganges, and I headed towards the edge Haridwar where Ganges meets the grasses of plain and curses. This city has its own typical aura where I have always been disillusioned and never had that clarity of myself there, do not know may be I have a pre-eminent past there. This query never did complete because it always put me on time lapse, so it can hide itself.



Crossing the confluence of plain and hill, I moved myself forcefully for Govindghat , a pilgrim. On this long 300 Km trail on bus and several transports so many varsities have changed, so much hardships have been seen, the small hamlets of Kumaon and the rugged hostilities of Garhwal.  So many Prayags that if I can put those on a scape, confluences can flood the world with its richness of beauty and human relationships.



In that drizzle and light shower,  at first I go beyond Devprayag, where Alaknanda , the daughter meets the Bhagirathi , and creates the mighty Ganges. After crossing , I felt that I have moved against time which never existed though.



Devprayag pulls the quantum of Rudraprayag , where Alaknanda meets Mandakini. The name has its significance but to me it was that river which has given its all but I never cared for it . Passing the anger of Rudraprayag , I confronted Nandaprayag where Alkananda meets Nandakini a princess. Meandering through Chamoli , a Garhwali heartland, another Prayag tells its story , the Karnprayag , where Alaknanda meets Pindar, a rough stream.

On this pilgrim route I ended unto Govindghat, a town of cross believe and peace where Alaknanda gets a companion Lakshman Ganga. Going by these blessings have never been easy and no criteria is valid , only the intention of remembering the true self. Commencement will come now.
Journey continues .......

As I believe. walk in Nature is a walk of peace. Everyone must make a time to dwell among their fears, complexes and silent happiness by travelling in the dome but living on the edge itself. When I entered this happening town where cross culture is a fashion but language was a monopoly, a peculiar identity crisis gulped me in unconscious moment, Suddenly , it was realised that the commencement has been going well and I am adapting quite greatly. 

Always winter has come to me as a giver, last winter too, in the morning when I was getting suffocated in Puri, a eastern coastal pilgrim town, I took the refuge to visit an old diamond of Indian architectural panorama along the eastern reigns. It was a familiar road to every by passer and even a hot spot too. The more people enters, the derivation gets more diverse. Some were daily dwellers and some are seasoned travellers.

From Puri bus stand taking a tour bus, I was told primarily that in the late morning when the sun would glorify himself upon its temple I would be among the thousands to witness the beauty, but the thing which was spinning in my mind was to see that untold, unravelled sand, Chandrabhaga.

Taking the east coast road towards the eastern end of Orissa, I could see some reserve forests along the sea line even the famous barren olive turtle beach. If I was trekking that silence I would venture into the woods and smell those leaves.

Suddenly my eyes were resting upon the mild woods and with me, sun was also playing there hide and seek, Having been tasted the beams, I got down from bus there at a stop ans went on to a neverland of unarmed nature where the waves were chasing the sands, Even stepping onto the sands was an adventurously crafted jungle way. Where trees make space for humans to pave their feet, and sands bring the heated carpet , then the final lap is to go to the pleasantry of sea. Its colour was contrasting to the blazing sun and yet restable too.

Unheard winds were calling me to fly with them to those mid sea fishermen, I was not brave enough to do so but the inner eye was already there catching fishes. People say that once this land was visible from that great sun temple, Konark. I think our corrupt visions have killed every visionary of virgin places, I wish could be there in 60s too.

Over that gleaming horizon, some sailors were sharing their trade stories of culture and modernity, loss and happiness. I did empathize but envy more . At the end of all, I did collect sea shells with some kids of whom I was sibling of our mother nature. I could say the family united on the lonely beaches of Chandrabhaga. 

Mountains to lakes, humans never regretted to delve into the bed of nature, whether it can be the delightful snow clad peaks or the serene waters on earth. It was a privileged motion in the eastern coastal state of Orissa. As we all know its a state of diverse heritage of upper cast as well as the dalit art and culture. The handicrafts and sarees made by unprivileged are attractive to every citizen. Sometimes we don't pay enough but our humility must be enough to compensate everytime. 

                             
                                                          At Sandakphu

I started this series with so much enthusiasm but when it has to come to wrap up, every memory is wailing just like myself cry for an ice cream, no its not that much funny though but quite serious. Travelling is not at all a serious thing to me where I need to put my unprecedented efforts but it comes naturally like the sailor goes to ocean, astronauts go to space.


And here for my parents to whom hiking alone is quite a revolutionary idea which contradicts their social norms, but who cares, to me it is life , it is oxygen. Don;t think I am too bold , yah I am but when there was a riot of colours in the eastern sky of Sandakphu, I cried. Actually the poisonous land, Sandakphu was a solitary place which I seek always.

                                                                At Gurdum

At around 9 a.m. me and my guide by saying goodbye to the snow clad of Hiamalayas, began the trek for the last destination Srikhola. We entered in to the bamboo forest of Red Pandas and Bears, I hoped to get a glimpse but I think it was the nature's call that I need to come again for them, I would love to by the way. Those terrains took us to Gurdum, a small hilly village, where I ate my wonderful lunch in a very welcoming household. Another interesting thing was that I also ate a  red Rhododendron flower as dessert as my guide suggested. I need to say to all, only some are edible only and others are dangerous for our body. After an hour of descent , we reached a river village consisted of very few houses, Timburay. There was the most expressive melody of a river named Sri khola ( In Nepali 'Khola' means river ). As the road goes, we crossed a very known bridge over Sri river. Weather went cloudy and temperature did rise and we reached the destination Sepi, an organic village beautiful as any other famous hill stations in India. I wished that if I could spend a couple of days more there but time damned me. But I have promised myself to get that melody of Sri river I will visit again aand again.

                                                                    At Srikhola

My three day trek was completed, at the end I was not alone I was with every bit of nature around me. They just became of whole existence and I thank my guide and all my people of hills and valleys.

Day 1- Manebhanjan to Gairibas
Day 2- Gairibas to Sandakphu
Day 3- Sandakphu to Sepi

Journey never ends ....

On the second day of the hike, after waking up at that empty long dormitory of the jungle hut of Gairibas, I had to start by 8 a.m between the clarity of clouds, among the commotion of silence and most prominently the left parts in self centering things.

Going out with every bit of myself, crossing the jungle domain, I felt that I was leaving the Shivalik and entering to the Lesser Himalayas but what seemed was only the emotion non-motivated by mind. Me and my guide Gazen did look out for Red Pandas, I thought that I would be the only person to witness them but they did not try me, I suppose I am more intolerable creature. Even we waited at some typical spots but all went otherwise.


Crossing some terrains of vegetation in small scale and I was quite overwhelmed to see how they prevent land slide in some areas. On those long roads which did never become lonely with assistance of mother nature. Seeing some mixed breed of yak and cow, I was quite startled by their looks and attitude in a sense, my guide told me that these are for the better production of milk, I guess they know farming better than me, although it looked different. We hang the wind chimes which I am fascinated with, to break the estranged sound of emptiness, native people of that region do tie the bell to the cattle to identify but I think what I said earlier that is the sublime reason of all. After all we all do belong to this vast diversity and we are connected to the core.


The next little crowded entity was Kaiyakata, its much of a higher place than others, from here its a plane 4 km walk to Kalpokhri, where the famous lake is situated around which the poisonous herbs Aconitum has grown in a pretty large number. It was much of a windy weather, I met some old companion whom I did meet the previous day there.


Lunch was great in Kalpokhri, but my heart bells were ringing to start again, otherwise extra rest will kill my stamina any way. Now the Sandakphu ridge was peeping out to me. Later a bit, we sat at a place called Bikheybhanjan, which had two three houses with tea stall and a Buddhist shrine at a height, and only there was pine which dominated the entire existence. Dominance is a complicated issue for humans, we presume so many things without understanding, but natural dominance is rather like a dance of harmony where there is only goodness not any bad omen. As usual I reached the top in the late afternoon, when I got there, it was elsewhere, the tyrannical last steep walk was melted away and the pleasure and peace were left only.


To be continued . . .