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<title><![CDATA[India, Himachal Pradesh: school sanitation reward scheme launched]]></title>
<link>http://washasia.wordpress.com/2009/12/04/india-himachal-pradesh-school-sanitation-reward-scheme-launched/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 13:21:27 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>dietvorst</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[The Indian state of Himachal Pradesh has launched the &#8216;School Sanitation Reward&#8217; Scheme,]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>The Indian state of Himachal Pradesh has launched the <a href="http://hprural.nic.in/school_edu.pdf">&#8216;School Sanitation Reward&#8217; Scheme</a>, under which, Government Primary and Middle Schools would get Block and District level prizes.</p>
<p>First cash prize would be of Rs 50,000 [US$ 1,100] at District level along-with a commendation certificate and momento at both Primary and Middle level while two prizes would be given at block level. First cash prize would be Rs 20,000 rupees [US$ 430] and second prize would be of Rs 10,000 [US$ 215] at block level for both school levels. Speaking at launch, Rural Development and Panchayati Raj Minister Jai Ram Thakur said that this Rs 62 lakh [US$ 134,000] scheme was initiated to create competitiveness and awareness about sanitation amongst school children.</p>
<p>Mr. Thakur said Himachal Pradesh was one of few states where over 90 per cent achievement had been made in individual household latrines. He said the Total Sanitation Campaign (TSC), launched from District Sirmaur in the year 1999-2000 was now being implemented in all the 12 districts of the State. Mr Thakur said total plan expenditure of TSC is Rs 149.62 crore [US$ 32.4 million] of which Central Government&#8217;s share is Rs. 99.48 crore [US$ 21.5 million] , the State share is Rs 37.70 crore [US$ 8.15 million] while the beneficiary share is Rs 12.43 crore [US$ 2.7 million].</p>
<p>Rs 35.23 crore [US$ 7.6 million] had been spent till 30th November 2009 under TSC, he added.</p>
<p>He said the Central Government had fixed the target of achieving Total Sanitation by the year 2012 but the State Government had made it 2010 to declare Himachal Pradesh a Nirmal State. Two new schemes namely &#8216;Maharishi Balmiki Sampuran Swatchhta Yojna&#8217; and &#8216;Mahila Mandal Protsahan Yojna&#8217; launched in the year 2008, had geared up the sanitation programme in the hill state. The Rural Development Minister said the School Sanitation Reward Scheme would be implemented by the <a href="http://hprural.nic.in/">Rural Development Department</a> and <a href="http://www.educationhp.org/">Education Department</a> while the Water and Sanitation Program (<a href="http://www.wsp.org/index.cfm?page=page_disp&#38;pid=11792">WSP South Asia</a>) would provide the support. He said State had made steady progress during last few years in sanitation as there was nil Niramal Gram Purskar in 2005 and 22 panchayats had got it in 2006-07 and this figure rose to 245 in the year 2007-08 while it reached to 267 in the year 2008-09. Principal Secretary, Education P.C. Dhiman said about 70 percent Government Schools have toilet facilities.</p>
<p>Read <a href="http://hprural.nic.in/school_edu.pdf">full details</a> of the &#8220;Reward Scheme for the Cleanest Primary and Middle schools in Himachal Pradesh at Block and District Level under the Total Sanitation Campaign&#8221;.</p>
<p><strong>Source</strong>: UNI / <a href="http://news.webindia123.com/news/articles/India/20091203/1397426.html">WebIndia123.com</a>, 03 Dec 2009 / <a href="http://himachalpr.gov.in/pressreleaseEng.asp?id=4289">Govt. of Himachal Pradesh</a>, 03 Dec 2009</p>
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<title><![CDATA[HP NIT Hamirpur]]></title>
<link>http://iucee7.wordpress.com/2009/12/04/hp-nit-hamirpur/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 12:56:50 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>sridharn18</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Abstract]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Lessons in Ecotourism: Great Himalayan National Park]]></title>
<link>http://myviews4life.wordpress.com/2009/12/03/lessons-in-ecotourism-great-himalayan-national-park/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 06:49:38 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>myviews4life</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[THE GHNP has been described as undoubtedly the most pristine mountain landscape in the Western Himal]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>THE GHNP has been described as undoubtedly the most pristine mountain landscape in the Western Himalayas… and perhaps the planet. From the Andes to Nepal and Tibet, to the mountains of Eastern Europe and Western China – the pressures of a growing human population have left the landscape – even so-called “national parks’ – overgrazed, denuded of timber, devoid of wildlife and covered with signs of animals and their shepherds. Ironically, here in India, home to over a billion people, it is still possible to find vast virgin forests and endless fields of wildflowers and ranges of un-named, unclimbed summits. Blue sheep, Himalayan Thar, even bear and snow leopard abound.</p>
<p>At present, the Great Himalayan National Park (GHNP) comprises 750 sq km. It is naturally protected on the northern, eastern, and southern boundaries by areas under permanent snow or by impassable ridges. In addition, there are two wildlife sanctuaries adjacent to the Park: Sainj (90 sq.km.) and Tirthan (61 sq.km.). The total area under the National Park administration is 1,171 sq. km. The western boundary of the Park has historically supported communities that have had economic dependence on the designated area of the Park. Realizing the environmental pressures these villages would exert on the Park’s biodiversity, an area of over 250 square kilometers was set up as buffer zone. This Ecozone contains 160 small villages with a population of about 19,000 people. Almost 90% of the Ecozone is forest habitat which, when properly managed is leading to income generation of the locals without harming the environment. One such initiative is the community based ecotourism being practiced in the GHNP.</p>
<p>Community Based Ecotourism – Lessons 2005-2010</p>
<p>GHNP is also one of the major sites for studying community based ecotourism enterprise in the Western Himalayas. For over five years a private ecotourism company styled Sunshine Himalayan Adventures have been advocating and practicing ecotourism initiative along with a local NGO called BTCA (Society for Biodiversity Tourism &#38; Community advancement). This initiative has increased awareness about the park and specifically ecotourism among ecozone residents themselves or those living near the zone providing balance in educating these important stakeholders realizing that the local community is going to be providing tourism services.</p>
<p><a class="alignright" title="himachal" href="http://himachal.us/2009/12/02/lessons-in-ecotourism-great-himalayan-national-park/17462/tourism/ankit" target="_blank">For More Information &#8211; My Himachal</a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Home Sweet Home]]></title>
<link>http://returninghomefromexile.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/home-sweet-home/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 07:23:16 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Angie</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s about time I make a picture post of my room at Sarah College! This will be a series of th]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Director of Vastu Shastra suffering from Cancer]]></title>
<link>http://fenilandbollywood.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/director-of-vastu-shastra-suffering-from-cancer/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 09:18:50 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>fenilseta</dc:creator>
<guid>http://fenilandbollywood.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/director-of-vastu-shastra-suffering-from-cancer/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[His film Return Gift has been put on hold as he is suffering from stomach cancer By Kunal M Shah (MU]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Procession taken out in KANGRA: Devotees ... ]]></title>
<link>http://saiyouthdl.wordpress.com/2009/11/22/procession-taken-out-in-kangra-devotees/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 02:18:47 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>SaiYouthIN</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Procession taken out in KANGRA: Devotees of Satya Sai Baba of Potapati from all over the district an]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Final destination]]></title>
<link>http://kingshukmukherji.wordpress.com/2009/11/20/final-destination/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 11:03:48 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>kingshukmukherji</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[I have been living outside Calcutta for sometime and seldom feel the urge to return to the city. An ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>I have been living outside Calcutta for sometime and seldom feel the urge to return to the city. An occasional trip or two is fine, but not permanent settlement.</p>
<p>Having said that let me add that living in Uttar Pradesh isn’t special, neither. Once you’ve uprooted yourself, most other places you go to stay in appear the same — distant and impersonal.</p>
<p>True, it takes time to build an attachment and make friends. Three years aren’t long enough for this. But then I don’t feel the urge to drop anchor, at least not here. Neither can I prime myself to go out and seek people I can befriend.</p>
<p>Frankly, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with the city I live in or its people — just that I can’t imagine myself dying in a concrete jungle full of big cars, human beings forever on the go and fast drying greenery. Many years ago, Bhupen Hazarika had sung <em>Aami Ek Jajabor </em>(I am a nomad). Well, I don’t exactly call myself that.</p>
<p>I can’t run my life out of railway platforms and must have a place to call home. I can’t do without the comforts of life — a car, air conditioning in summer, a clean bed to sleep in and a clean loo.</p>
<p><a href="http://kingshukmukherji.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/new-picture4.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-454" title="Hill cottage" src="http://kingshukmukherji.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/new-picture4.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="220" /></a>Since a nomad never craves for any of these, I am not one of that tribe. Some years ago, I went to Darjeeling, Kalimpong, Kurseong and Shillong. A quaint little house in any of these hill towns would be wonderful. A cabin by the river at Corbett or Renukaji in Himachal would be a dream come true.</p>
<p>Would that happen, ever? There’s no harm dreaming. But what about the concomitants — medical facilities, children’s education and a steady source of income.</p>
<p>Precisely. Think of them and you’re jolted out of your reverie. Somewhere down the line, the practicalities always take over. I am driven by my expectations from life, also by the requirement to fulfill others&#8217; needs.</p>
<p>I don’t have a business seeing myself in a peaceful mountain existence, at least not now when there are miles to go and commitments to honour, bills to pay.</p>
<p>But this doesn’t discourage me. There will come a time when all will be done. The children would have grown up, loans repaid and no elders to take care of.</p>
<p>The mountains would still be there and hopefully they’d be just as alluring as they are now. Nothing would have blemished Renukaji’s pristine beauty and the view of the Kanchenjungha from the Mall in Darjeeling would remain as spellbinding. Darjeeling’s rumbling meadows wouldn’t have gone bald.</p>
<p>Someday, this small-town man whose journey began from a faraway Orissa village in the woods would find a place to rest, removed from the rush and storm of tinned-air existence.</p>
<p>Till then, this traveler would pitch a tent wherever life takes him and call it home — just waiting for the right port to drop anchor.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Winter Camping]]></title>
<link>http://indianadventureandwildlife.wordpress.com/2009/11/17/winter-camping/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 09:10:06 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Winter Camping activity is a wonderful experience that provides adventure enthusiasts great gratific]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p><strong><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Del-Mar-Va_Council#Winter_Camping">Winter Camping</a></strong> activity is a wonderful experience that provides adventure enthusiasts great gratification. Let&#8217;s see what you must plan before going on a winter camping tour.</p>
<p>One has to plan a little more cautiously since the temperatures are lower and the weather is unpredictable. If you have enough knowledge of your destination and know exactly how to cope up with the different situations there, you will be as warm in a winter tent camp as you are in summer.</p>
<p><img src="http://camping4beginners.com/drupal/files/images/winter%20camping.jpg" title="Winter Camping" alt="Winter Camping"></p>
<p>Usually it has seen that winter camping is done on very high altitudes where the temperature becomes very low or some times, even goes up to minus. Keep yourself active throughout your camping adventure.</p>
<p>If you feel frozen feet, or showing initial signs of hypothermia than take a long, brisk walk or jog. It is advised to take the entire group with you. There are some specific hazards unique to winter camping that includes hypothermia, frostbite, and avalanches.</p>
<p>Winter Camping is the most adventurous way of seeing the nature closely, specially on the higher altitude of Himalayan regions. There are various sites that are idle for winter camping in various parts of <strong><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Himachal_Pradesh">Himachal Pradesh</a></strong>, Uttranchal as well as in <strong><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jammu_and_Kashmir">Jammu and Kashmir</a></strong>.</p>
<p>The camps provide accommodation, catering and a variety of adventure activities like hikes, fishing, nature-tours and rafting. Some of the desired destination for winter camping at <strong>Himachal Tourism</strong> are Sarchu in Lahaul, Sangla and Kalpa in Kinnaur, and at Kaza in Spiti.</p>
<p>Choose high-technology lightweight modern equipment, nylon tents with aluminum frames along with mummy sleeping bags filled with light-weight synthetic fills such as Polar Guard or Qualify, closed-cell foam pads or self-inflating air mattresses will do.</p>
<p>Keep in mind that your clothing should be perfect and according to the rough whether conditions that occur on the higher altitudes. Store snow boots are idle. Try to go for at least one size bigger boots then to your normal size. The outer covering of the boots should be waterproof by oiled leather or plastic.</p>
<p>While taking up winter camping tour you must take along Knife, Matches, Candle or Fire starter Blocks, Water Purification Tablets or Filter, Map or Compass, Space Blanket, Extra Food, Extra Clothes, First-Aid Kit, Flashlight, etc.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Saurkundi pass trek - A travelogue. ]]></title>
<link>http://vasusworld.wordpress.com/2009/11/15/saurkundi-pass-trek-a-travelogue/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 16:44:04 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Vasu</dc:creator>
<guid>http://vasusworld.wordpress.com/2009/11/15/saurkundi-pass-trek-a-travelogue/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[(First published in May 28, 2007, and I would have written differently if I had to write now. But I ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Movie Review: AAO WISH KAREIN by TARAN ADARSH]]></title>
<link>http://fenilandbollywood.wordpress.com/2009/11/13/movie-review-aao-wish-karein-by-taran-adarsh/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 09:32:15 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>fenilseta</dc:creator>
<guid>http://fenilandbollywood.wordpress.com/2009/11/13/movie-review-aao-wish-karein-by-taran-adarsh/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[By Taran Adarsh, November 13, 2009 &#8211; 10:01 IST Every kid imagines what it would be like to be ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Home away from Home]]></title>
<link>http://wonderlandhimachal.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/home-away-from-home/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 13:17:27 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>wonderlandhimachal</dc:creator>
<guid>http://wonderlandhimachal.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/home-away-from-home/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[When we think about tourist’s accommodation, what comes to mind are hotels. These have a defined ima]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-91" title="image.axd" src="http://wonderlandhimachal.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/image-axd.png" alt="image.axd" width="550" height="416" />When we think about <a href="http://www.wonderlandhimachal.com/">tourist’s accommodation</a>, what comes to mind are hotels. These have a defined image of multi-storied buildings with a number of rooms. In today’s context, a tourist prefers accommodation in the nature habited and homely atmosphere which is comfortable and shows you the real picture.</p>
<p>Tourists who come from abroad and various regions in India are generally fond of <a href="http://www.wonderlandhimachal.com/">local culture</a>, <a href="http://www.wonderlandhimachal.com/">traditions </a>and <a href="http://www.wonderlandhimachal.com/">home cooked food</a>. Staying with a local family at a tourist place is both economical and informative about local people and their culture.</p>
<p>Home stay accommodation provides local people an opportunity to showcase their <a href="http://www.wonderlandhimachal.com/">customs and culture</a> to the tourists and is a source of earning without any investment. It is also acquaints them with the culture of the visitors.<br />
<a href="http://www.wonderlandhimachal.com/"><br />
The historical &#38; culture richness of Himachal Pradesh</a> is indeed unique. The monuments, paintings, ridges, valleys, river and other geographical features are both colorful and varied. The parks, wild life sanctuaries, lakes and abundance of <a href="http://www.wonderlandhimachal.com/">fairs and festivals</a> offer enjoyment and learning in the lab of nature.</p>
<p>Home Stay features:</p>
<p>1) Rural living accommodation with Himachali families.<br />
2) Introducing visitors to the village life.<br />
3) Home cooked local food and marketing of local handicraft and art.<br />
4) Visits to apple orchards, tea gardens organic farms, trekking, camping etc.<br />
5) Himachali traditions, costumes, village culture music, village fairs &#38;    Home-Stay</p>
<p><a href="http://www.wonderlandhimachal.com/">Total number of registered home stays in Himachal Pradesh: 160<img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-90" title="LDKHOUSE" src="http://wonderlandhimachal.wordpress.com/files/2009/11/ldkhouse.jpg" alt="LDKHOUSE" width="565" height="423" /></a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[What Are Your Indicators?]]></title>
<link>http://nommix.wordpress.com/2009/10/31/what-are-your-indicators/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 07:08:24 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>nommix</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Li, would very often describe for me in vivid (sumptuous) detail, the ingredients that went into mak]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p><a href="http://saifali.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Li</a>, would very often describe for me in vivid (sumptuous) detail, the ingredients that went into making his evening meal. I&#8217;d salivate at his descriptions making a mental note to have him cook it for me sometime. For the most part his descriptions were rich and detailed. Other times they would be bland, lacking colour and energy as, perhaps had his dinner.  After a point i was able to intuit how his day had been just by listening to the evening menu. I was sometimes wrong, but more often than not, would get an accurate indicator of his mindscape.</p>
<p>My equivalent ( as i recently discovered) is paying attention to colours. The keenness with which i notice (or not) the colours  around me, is telling of my internal world. Now you could argue that i <em>would</em> think that, living as i am, surrounded by visual richness. And you&#8217;d be right had i been writing this post four months ago when i first came up. Like anything else i quickly  got used to my surroundings and have found myself  loosing what i call &#8216;fresh  eyes&#8217;  or  the wonder that comes with newness. I am now learning to pay attention to my surroundings and hence myself.</p>
<p>After another afternoon walk a few days ago (it has become somewhat a ritual to soak up the sunshine before the cold clear night comes along) with my camera confirmed this idea. From the pictures i verified how in tune with the world, i was feeling that afternoon&#8230;</p>
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<div id="attachment_330" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-330" href="http://nommix.wordpress.com/2009/10/31/what-are-your-indicators/img_4774/"><img class="size-full wp-image-330" title="Maize stalks" src="http://nommix.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/img_4774.jpg" alt="Maize stalks" width="500" height="374" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Just-harvested corn stalk</p></div>
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<div id="attachment_331" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-331" href="http://nommix.wordpress.com/2009/10/31/what-are-your-indicators/img_4753/"><img class="size-full wp-image-331" title="Corn" src="http://nommix.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/img_4753.jpg" alt="Corn" width="500" height="374" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Drying in the sun</p></div>
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<div id="attachment_332" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-332" href="http://nommix.wordpress.com/2009/10/31/what-are-your-indicators/img_4748/"><img class="size-full wp-image-332" title="Field" src="http://nommix.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/img_4748.jpg" alt="Field" width="500" height="374" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">A field of traditional grain</p></div>
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<p><a rel="attachment wp-att-333" href="http://nommix.wordpress.com/2009/10/31/what-are-your-indicators/img_4749/"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-333" title="Stalks" src="http://nommix.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/img_4749.jpg" alt="Stalks" width="500" height="374" /></a></p>
<div id="attachment_334" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-334" href="http://nommix.wordpress.com/2009/10/31/what-are-your-indicators/img_4764/"><img class="size-full wp-image-334" title="Tomato plants" src="http://nommix.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/img_4764.jpg" alt="Tomato plants" width="500" height="374" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">End of Tomato Season</p></div>
<div id="attachment_335" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-335" href="http://nommix.wordpress.com/2009/10/31/what-are-your-indicators/img_4767/"><img class="size-full wp-image-335" title="Tomato" src="http://nommix.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/img_4767.jpg" alt="Tomato" width="500" height="374" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">The rusts and yellows of autumn.</p></div>
<p>So tell me, what are Your indicators?</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Eco-Tourism: Himachal CM releases Shimla Declaration on Sustainable Himalayan Development]]></title>
<link>http://myviews4life.wordpress.com/2009/10/31/eco-tourism-himachal-cm-releases-shimla-declaration-on-sustainable-himalayan-development/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 06:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Shimla: Prof. Prem Kumar Dhumal, Chief Minister Himachal, released the Shimla Declaration on sustain]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>Shimla: Prof. Prem Kumar Dhumal, Chief Minister Himachal, released the Shimla Declaration on sustainable Himalayan Development, after taking cognizance of recommendations from the four thematic groups, the Himalayan Chief Ministers’ Conclave 2009, has resolved to jointly face the challenge of climate change and sustainable development. The Conclave agreed to Establishment of a Himalayan Sustainable Development Forum; Setting Up State Councils for Climate Change; Catalyzing research for policy action; Payment for ecosystem services; Managing water resources for sustainable development; Challenge of Urbanization; Green Transportation; Dealing with impacts of Climate Change on livelihoods; Decentralised energy security; Managing growth of eco-friendly tourism and pilgrimage; Green Industry and Green Job Creation. </p>
<p>Prof. Prem Kumar Dhumal, Chief Minister, gave a clarion call to all the Himalayan States of the country to come forward to constitute a Himalayan Development Forum to protect their interests by developing an institutional mechanism to jointly try and work out strategies to meet the challenge of climate change. He was delivering his welcome speech on the concluding session of the two-day Himalayan Chief Minister’s Conclave jointly organized by the Department of Science, Technology and Environment and Leadership for Environment and Development – India (LEAD) at Peterhoff, here today. </p>
<p>He said that Community LED Assessment, Awareness, advocacy and Action Programme (CLAP) had been launched in the State to mobilize people at grass root level and associate them in environment protection. He said that three vehicle Paryavaran Chetna Karwan had also been launched for visiting remote corners of the State to mobilize the movement.   <br />Prof. Dhumal said that the state had made it mandatory to all power projects constructed as run of the river and to preserve down stream riverine ecology prescribed release of 15 percent minimum water flow down stream. He said that use of plastic bags had completely been banned in the State besides the State had successfully implemented the Atal Bijli Bachat Yojna providing four CFL bulbs free of cost to every domestic consumer in the State. </p>
<p>Dr. Ramesh Pokharyal “Nishank”, Chief Minister of Uttrakhand, supported the proposal of his counterpart Prof. Prem Kumar Dhumal of constituting a Himalayan Development Forum. He said that Uttrakhand was promoting eco-friendly eco-tourism, ayurved, health tourism etc. He said that different parameters were required to be adopted by Centre to determine the developmental requirements which should not be equated with the other States. He said that the Himalayan States were contributing significantly towards preservation and conservation of Himalayan ecology which was required to be compensated suitably. He said that out of 9000 glaciers in Himalayas 1439 were in Uttrakhand and were releasing about 500 cubic kilometers of fresh water. He said that global warming was melting Himalayan glaciers speedily threatening the flora and fauna of the Himalayas. He underlined the need for change in modern life style of the people, reduce emission of green house gases and increase green cover to compensate the damages. He said that Uttrakhand had 65 percent of its area under forest cover which was being affected with the global warming besides many of the rare herbs were also getting extinct. </p>
<p>Dr. Nishank said that the habitants of Himalayan States needed to be provided additional opportunities in development activities so that their energy was channelized for constructive activities while all basic amenities were available to their families back home. He said that Himalayan States had limited resources at their disposal and needed to be provided economic incentives to keep pace with the developing world. He hoped that the Himalayan Chief Minister’s Conclave would achieve the objective of its constitution by active involvement of all environment conscious people. </p>
<p>Jairam Ramesh, Union Minister of State for Environment and Forests, said that the Government of India was considering release of Green Dividends/Bonus to the Himalayan States from next financial year as a compensatory measure for protecting the Himalayan ecology. He said that Finance Commission and Planning Commission of India had also been approached to approve the move. He said that the Union Government was also considering taking the snow covered areas above 4000 mtrs. out of the definition of forest land which would benefit all the 12 Himalayan States of the country having population of about 6 crores and covering 15 percent of the geographical area of the country. </p>
<p>Union Minister said that the Himalayan eco-system was important for the nation and should not be overlooked. He said that the Union Ministry was clearing all projects after getting satisfied with the full environment assessment report. He said that Governance for sustaining the Himalayan Eco-system (G-SHE) would be the base for implementation of the Himalayan eco-system. He said that NGOs and civil societies had to be involved actively for preservation of the environment. He advised the Forum to associate north-eastern States also with it so that its area of operation was expanded to entire Himalayan region in the country. He assured the Forum that all out effort would be made at his level to implement the Shimla Declaration in right perspective. </p>
<p>Mian Altaf Ahmed, Minister for Environment and Forests, Jammu and Kashmir, apprised the Conclave of the environment protection endeavours in his State. He expressed concern over the climate change which was adversely affecting the horticulture in Jammu and Kashmir. </p>
<p>J.P.Nadda, Forest, Science and Technology Minister, proposed vote of thank and hoped that the outcome of the conclave would go a long way in furthering the outcome of the Conclave. </p>
<p>Dr. Sunita Narayanan, Director, Centre for Science and Environment, New Delhi and an international environmentalist said that environment was a new global science which needed to be taught to every individual. She said that forests of Himalayas were the limbs for the rest of the country which had to be preserved and conserved for the benefit of all living beings. She said that the environment had emerged the global political issue which needed to be taken in right spirit for the benefit of all. </p>
<p>Gajanand Pathmanathan, World Bank representatives from Washington DC, deliberated upon the South Asia Region – Sustainable Development Operations on Climate Change in the Himalayas: Opportunities for Trans-boundary Cooperation for Sustainable Development besides various environmental activities being undertaken by the World Bank. </p>
<p>Smt. Sarojini Ganju Thakur, Additional Chief Secretary, also welcomed the participants and thanked them all for attending the same and draw attention of the world towards global warming and climate change and how to protect the environment in the Indian Himalayas through a presentation on the occasion. </p>
<p align="right"><a href="http://nvonews.com/2009/10/30/himachal-cm-releases-shimla-declaration-on-sustainable-himalayan-development/" target="_blank">From NVO News</a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Great Himalayan National Park]]></title>
<link>http://indianadventureandwildlife.wordpress.com/2009/10/29/great-himalayan-national-park/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 09:19:35 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Great Himalayan National Park is located in the upper ranges of Himalaya. It is also known as Jawaha]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p><strong><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Himalayan_National_Park">Great Himalayan National Park</a></strong> is located in the upper ranges of Himalaya. It is also known as Jawahar Lal Nehru National Park. There are three prime attractions at <strong>Great Himalayan National Park</strong>. First is Raktisar where River Sainj originates; second is Hanskund that is the origin point of the river Tirthan, and Sirikhand Mahadev, a lake on the southern border of the park.</p>
<p><img src="http://himachal.us/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/ghnp.jpg" title="Great Himalayan" alt="Great Himalayan" width="400"></p>
<p><strong>Great Himalayan National Park</strong> has a mix vegetation of Ban Oak Forest, Moist Deodar Forest, Western Mixed Coniferous Forest, Moist Temperate Deciduous Forest, <strong><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Himalayas">Himalayan</a></strong> Alpine Pastures, and Rhododendron Scrub Forest. Other vegetations in this park are oak, blue pine, cedar, deodar, bamboo Arundaria spathiflora, Iris, Frittilaria, Gagea, Primula, and Taxus Baccata.</p>
<p>The awesome fauna of the <strong><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_park">national park</a></strong> has good wild population, especially of avifauna. Major wildlife species found in the park are Snow Leopard, musk Deer, Blue Sheep, Ibex, Wolf, Leopard, Rhesus macaque, common langur (Presbytis entellus), Himalayan black bear, goral, muntjac, and serow.</p>
<p>Nearby place to visit is Kullu which is a beautiful valley that exists amidst the <strong>Himalayas in Himachal Pradesh</strong>. This place is quiet famous for its annual Dussehra festival, handicrafts, and ancient temples. Climate of this national park is hotter during the summers and more rain during the monsoon. The climate witnesses less snowfall during the winters.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Massive &lsquo;Reconversion&rsquo; Event in India Aimed at Christians]]></title>
<link>http://pbaptist.wordpress.com/2009/10/29/massive-reconversion-event-in-india-aimed-at-christians/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 07:55:28 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Particular Kev</dc:creator>
<guid>http://pbaptist.wordpress.com/2009/10/29/massive-reconversion-event-in-india-aimed-at-christians/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Hard-line cleric leads campaign in Maharashtra, ideological capital of Hindu nationalism. MUMBAI, In]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[what say?]]></title>
<link>http://agoodthinkingmind.wordpress.com/2009/10/28/what-say/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 05:28:48 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[well, this is not a post. this is a question to know your views. now a days, we are witnessing a lot]]></description>
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<p>well, this is not a post. this is a question to know your views.</p>
<p>now a days, we are witnessing a lot of drama and hoopla over global warming. the glaciers are melting at a fast rate and the developed countries are asking india, china and other developing countries to minimise their per capita carbon emission.</p>
<p>i know one fact about this. that per capita carbon emission of india is 1.1 tonnes.</p>
<p>the above fact is true but i don&#8217;t know anything apart from this.</p>
<p>jokes apart. our prime minister mr. Manmohan Singh is going to Copenhagen for the climate summit, he is asking the chief ministers of the himalayan states to form a committee to check the status of global warming. himachal pradesh has declared that it will be carbon neutral state by 2020.</p>
<p>they all are doing good work. hats off to them.</p>
<p>but what are we doing?</p>
<p>going for cycling on Sundays and in evenings for spreading a message to stop global warming. what a fuck? i know that i am just ruining the effect of this post by using this somewhat &#8217;slang&#8217; phrase. but i can&#8217;t help it. because this is the only thing that these activists and participants deserves. if they are so much into it and really wants to prevent this earth from global warming, why don&#8217;t they use cycles instead of cars and bikes on normal days of their lives.</p>
<p>leaving apart the celebrities and ministers, we , the common people can easily switch over to bicycles or public transports. but do we really mean what we do? the answer is a big NO. come on yaar!!! we are just common people,,, no one look at us whether we go by car, by bus or by cycles. don&#8217;t confuse yourself that whenever anybody is praising your car, he is praising you. no he is just praising your car.</p>
<p>this is a high time&#8230;. we should stop all these &#8216;dhakoslas&#8217; and really start the job.</p>
<p>don&#8217;t think that you are doing your part by planting a tree. stop thinking like that. if you&#8217;ll continue thinking like that, at the end, you&#8217;ll find yourself fooled by the mother nature. she is giving you chace after chance.  grab this opportunity.</p>
<p>go green in each and every way! stop global warming!   </p>
<p>what say?</p>
<p>keep reading!!</p>
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<title><![CDATA[The best gliding sites in the world-Billing]]></title>
<link>http://indianadventureandwildlife.wordpress.com/2009/10/23/the-best-gliding-sites-in-the-world-billing/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 06:31:33 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>idhamathur</dc:creator>
<guid>http://indianadventureandwildlife.wordpress.com/2009/10/23/the-best-gliding-sites-in-the-world-billing/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Billing is a beautiful place situated in Himachal Pradesh and Billing is considered one of the best ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p><strong>Billing is a beautiful place</strong> situated in Himachal Pradesh and Billing is considered one of the best <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gliding" title="Gliding" rel="wikipedia">gliding</a> sites in the world. Billing is an ideal place for <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hang_gliding" title="Hang gliding" rel="wikipedia">hang-gliding</a> and paragliding. Adventure sports lovers land to Billing, from all over the world, mainly between September to November, which is the best time to enjoy.</p>
<p><img src="http://www.akashadventures.com/site/day3b.jpg" title="gliding sites in the world-Billing" alt="gliding sites in the world-Billing" width="400" /></p>
<p>The temple of Baijnath is the main attraction for most of the visitors from all over the world. The beautiful town of Bir which is 14 kms away from Baijnath temple is famous for an annual fair, which is related to Holi festival. Famous for hang-gliding, Billing also offers another adventure sport, that is Para Sailing.</p>
<p>Since most people come to Billing for adventure sports, there are some things people should keep in mind before coming to Billing. If you ever plan to try any adventure sports in this amazing place, you might want to check with your doctor if you are physically fit for the sports.</p>
<p>While you are trying out new adventure sports, make sure you follow all the instructions as advised by the instructor. Tourists can easily get to Billing or Bir by bus.</p>
<p>You can either take a bus from delhi or from any other major town in Himachal Pradesh. One can get to Billing by hired cabs or jeeps too.  Comfortable accommodation is available for the tourists.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Wonderland Himachal proudly presents 'HOPE': An initiative for our motherland]]></title>
<link>http://wonderlandhimachal.wordpress.com/2009/10/18/wonderland-himachal-proudly-presents-hope-an-initiative-for-our-motherland/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 06:56:15 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>wonderlandhimachal</dc:creator>
<guid>http://wonderlandhimachal.wordpress.com/2009/10/18/wonderland-himachal-proudly-presents-hope-an-initiative-for-our-motherland/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Wonderland Himachal hereby proudly introduce you with the very first edition of HOPE (Himachal on Ph]]></description>
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<p><a href="http://www.wonderlandhimachal.com/">Wonderland Himachal </a>hereby proudly introduce you with the very first edition of HOPE (Himachal on Phone).We are working on a door-to-door survey of Himachal’s each commercial establishment as well as Industrial sector, either it is your next door Urban area or a distant tribal-ends of the State.</p>
<p>We aim at providing information on Himachal Pradesh covering all 12 districts with a vast and fresh data of every commercial and industrial sector. Beside this, it has many user friendly features which will help you in your day to day life as following:<br />
 Geographical Surveys<br />
 Eco-sense<br />
 Exploring<br />
 Rich cultural heritage<br />
 Contacts of Embassies/high commissions/government help lines/offices.<br />
 Exploring Himachal<br />
 Data-based surveys.<br />
Hope will surely be of great aid to any person with any interest.<br />
We humbly invite everybody to help us so that we all together present a remarkable gift to our motherland, Himachal Pradesh.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Mashobra]]></title>
<link>http://himachalpradeshtourism.wordpress.com/2009/10/17/mashobra/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 09:39:14 +0000</pubDate>
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<guid>http://himachalpradeshtourism.wordpress.com/2009/10/17/mashobra/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Mashobra is Himachal Pradesh’s beautiful retreat hideout for centuries. Mashobra is one of the two p]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>Mashobra is Himachal Pradesh’s beautiful retreat hideout for centuries. Mashobra is one of the two presidential retreats in the country. This small hill station is the most high profile hill stations in Himachal yet it is lesser known to the normal tourist crowd. Mashobra is filled with beautiful dense coniferous forest which gets covered in snow during winter seasons. A trip to Mashobra will give not only peace of mind but also gives an insight on Himachal Pradesh’s <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Culture" target="_blank">culture</a> and traditions. There are several temples to visit in Mashobra. Imperial mansions like Wildflower Hall which was the residence of Lord Kitchener and <a href="http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/504379/George-Frederick-Samuel-Robinson-1st-marquess-of-Ripon" target="_blank">Lord Ripon</a> during the British era is another attraction. Today this <a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/mansion" target="_blank">mansion</a> is part of Oberoi Properties. Mishobra is part of Shimla Reserve  Forest sanctuary. The hill station is rich with flora and fauna. Mashobra is the best choice for spending a hustle free peaceful vacation. Mashobra is accessible by air and rail the nearest airport and Railway station is in Shimla which is just 10 km away from the hill station. There are also several <a href="http://www.holidayiq.com/Popular-Mashobra-Hotels-Resorts-Reviews-Ratings-Tariff-Rates-618-2-yes-destination.html" target="_blank">hotels</a> and resorts in Mashobra for tourists to have a memorable vacation.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Between A Rock And A Hard Place]]></title>
<link>http://nommix.wordpress.com/2009/10/16/between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 12:37:02 +0000</pubDate>
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<guid>http://nommix.wordpress.com/2009/10/16/between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Look closely at the photograph below and you’ll probably understand why this post has been titled th]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>Look closely at the photograph below and you’ll probably understand why this post has been titled the way it has. Can you see a horizontal line on the rock face a little below the  centre of the photograph?</p>
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<div id="attachment_276" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-276" href="http://nommix.wordpress.com/2009/10/16/between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place/img_1369/"><img class="size-full wp-image-276" title="Between a rock and a hard place" src="http://nommix.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/img_1369.jpg" alt="Can you see the horizontal line?" width="500" height="666" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Do you see it...?</p></div>
<p>That’s how I noticed it for the first time and didn’t give it another thought. We stopped an hour later for a mandatory stretch-legs-unbend-back-wriggle-the-shoulders break (so essential on road trips done on a bike) when I paid the Line (as I’d begun calling it in my head) a little more attention. It stayed at roughly the same height only moving higher or lower to over come some geographical feature that wouldn’t let it pass straight through, hugging the side of the mountain all the way up the valley as far as I could see, looking determined (almost grimly in places) to go somewhere. I was curious now and so asked about it… and was told that in the days before the Road (as we know it) this was on what the inhabitants of Mayar commuted.</p>
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<div id="attachment_277" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-277" href="http://nommix.wordpress.com/2009/10/16/between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place/3-4/"><img class="size-full wp-image-277" title="3" src="http://nommix.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/3.jpg" alt="Wood to go round the rock the stone steps cut into it to climb up (if you survive the trek so far!)" width="500" height="666" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Wood to go around the rock and stone steps cut into it to climb up (if you survive the trek so far!)</p></div>
<p>Now, you might want to look at that photograph again. Go on. I know I did. I whipped around and incredulously squawked, “THAT was their Road?!!!” I stared at it for a long time, squinting my eyes in the bright sunlight and pushing the helmet that weighed down on my forehead waiting. Waiting for it to engage me in conversation, to tell me stories that I was itching to know and unwilling to believe. It’s true, those wooden planks stuck into the hillside was their only link in and out of the valley for Years.</p>
<p>If you know me then you’ll know that I refuse to believe anything I’m told and so decided to see for myself if it continued all the way into the valley. It sure did. Right up to each village on the bank with little bridges made with planks of wood swinging over the powerful river below to cross over to the ones on the opposite bank. I’m still in awe.</p>
<p>I was told we were going to a remote valley before we set off but just what that meant hadn’t sunk in till I saw the path literally cut into the side of the mountain. Let me backtrack a little and explain to you exactly where I was – the Mayar Nullah is a remote valley in the heart of Lahaul. Heavy snowfall in the winter isolates it for six months every year. A tarred road has made an appearance only recently and was being constructed even as we rode deep into the valley. A kutcha path covered in stones is has been in use for the few vehicles that ply the road. Before that is was the path you see in the photograph. Telephones are objects that belong to the near future and internet connections are unheard off. Completely off the tourist map, this Nullah is full of people who’ve lived here for generations. Like the Dzo’s they are of mixed origin half Tibetan and half Indian. They now till the (very fertile) land for potatoes, peas, and costus in the summer and sun themselves, eat rice and meat, knit and drink Lahauli wine in the winter.</p>
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<div id="attachment_278" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-278" href="http://nommix.wordpress.com/2009/10/16/between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place/dzos/"><img class="size-full wp-image-278" title="Dzo's" src="http://nommix.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/dzos.jpg" alt="Half Yak half bull most of these creature's are sooper shy. We switched off the engine and rolled (i thought) quietly past them but even that was enough to startle them enough to contemplate sliding down the mountain side a few hundred metres to the river below." width="500" height="375" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Shy Dzo&#39;s:Half yak, half bull most of these creature&#39;s are sooper shy. We switched off the engine and rolled (i thought) quietly past them but even that was enough to startle them enough to contemplate sliding down the mountain side a few hundred metres to the river below.</p></div>
<div id="attachment_279" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-279" href="http://nommix.wordpress.com/2009/10/16/between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place/lotr/"><img class="size-full wp-image-279" title="LOTR-esque" src="http://nommix.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/lotr.jpg" alt="B, said this looked straight out of the Lord Of the Rings. Any LOTR fans out there concur with that statement? (I plan of reading it before the year is out! Promise.)" width="500" height="375" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">B, said this looked straight out of the Lord Of the Rings. Any LOTR fans out there concur with that statement? (I plan on reading it before the year is out! Promise.)</p></div>
<div id="attachment_280" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-280" href="http://nommix.wordpress.com/2009/10/16/between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place/drama/"><img class="size-full wp-image-280" title="drama" src="http://nommix.wordpress.com/files/2009/10/drama.jpg" alt="This one is titled: Drama" width="500" height="374" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">This one is titled: Drama</p></div>
<p>I’m going to write about the Road trip to Lahaul in disjointed bits because that’s how my memory has stacked it away. Not a beautiful continuous narrative of snowy peaks and mountain covered in autumnal colours (though there was lots of that as well. My very first Autumn!) but images like picture postcards combined with conversations both internal and external. I was almost disbelieving of what I was actually experiencing initially, feeling disconnected under the weight of  mental baggage. Are journeys like this for you too &#8211; coloured by lots of memories/opinions/feelings superimposed on the actual surroundings?</p>
<p>What makes the story interesting is when you see the lens/s through which you’ve experienced it and then choose with how much honesty you tell the tale. &#8216;Tis an experiment&#8230;</p>
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<p><em>(This last photograph is courtesy Ben)</em>.</p>
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<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 16:45:23 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[That was Purkhu the herb collector, describing a trek.  I&#8217;ve borrowed from him, because it sum]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>That was Purkhu the herb collector, describing a trek.  I&#8217;ve borrowed from him, because it sums up beautifully what going to Lahaul felt like &#8211; &#8220;going to the top and then further up.&#8221;I’ve come back with a nose the colour of a plum and peeling, a bag full of juniper berries and legs tired and aching from being on a bike all of today and most of the last three days.</p>
<p>A deeper, slightly more considered thought follows immediately on the heels of the first &#8211; Lahaul was splendid and nothing like I imagined.  I did not suffer from altitude sickness, I did manage to bravely peek over some of the inclines that led steeply into the Chandra river. I fell in love with the shy retiring Dzo’s (a cross between a Bull and Yak) and marvelled at the starkness of the terrain and how it has shaped the people who live there.</p>
<p>I’ve been on some trips when it felt like nothing inside of me moved. I‘d come back and slip right into my ‘old’ life almost as if I had never been away. Other trips shake my world. This one was one of them &#8211; not a shake-the-ground-beneath-her-feet kind of shake that leaves you feeling disoriented and rattled. This was a gentle stripping away, an unloading perhaps, of the baggage I took with me, the kind that clings to you and makes everything look dull and weary (even jagged peaks and snowy mountain passes).</p>
<p>I’ve come back feeling light and refreshed – and it makes me want to round up all my favourite people and beam at them. Just beam&#8230;</p>
<p>For now, i&#8217;m going to plunge my wrinkled nose into a tub of aloe vera.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Shwet Digant (Part 1)-Twin Passes Trek- Nalgan and Lamkhaga Pass ]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[She was watching eagerly as Jaisingh helped the last of the members hop across to the other bank of ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p>She was watching eagerly as <em>Jaisingh</em> helped the last of the members hop across to the other bank of the angry river. Did I notice a sense of despair in those innocent eyes?</p>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/Sof4gdoev_I/AAAAAAAAHl0/a0WANHI1l_0/s1600-h/IMG_2689+copy_2.jpg"><img style="float:right;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:214px;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/Sof4gdoev_I/AAAAAAAAHl0/a0WANHI1l_0/s320/IMG_2689+copy_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I realised all of a sudden, that the entire group of 30 Men (and women), who had by now crossed over already, were watching her with equal eagerness. For a moment, the sound of the roaring waters ceased to exist as my mind went numb with helplessness!</div>
<p>The lady in question was <em>Sherry</em>, our four legged 9th Member. She had joined the team 2 days back and had walked 25 Kms of fairly difficult terrain to be there that afternoon. This was the first tempestuous river we were crossing, aiding each other. But there was little we could do to help that little black bitch who was watching the turbulent waters, somewhere lost in that deafening roar.</p>
<div>Was she going to be left behind? How will she go back all that distance? How will she spend the night? Why did we encourage her to come along &#8230;such were the questions gnawing at my conscience.</div>
<p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoalSOMHZpI/AAAAAAAAHas/aPAolNmMHuQ/s1600-h/IMG_2498+c3_2.jpg"><img style="float:left;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:218px;margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoalSOMHZpI/AAAAAAAAHas/aPAolNmMHuQ/s320/IMG_2498+c3_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<div>Then she rose, and yawned and stretched. She went back a little and looked back at the river in all its ferocity. It wasn’t a resolve or determination, rather a spark of excitement and fun that I saw in her eyes as she measured up the distance. Then she leaped forward. In three easy hops she crossed the river and cantered up along the bank to reach us, still wagging her heavy tail, seeking approval and a pat on her head.</div>
<div>That moment on, she was to lead us in most trying of circumstances, inspiring the last of us to brave on as we entered the most challenging part of the longest walk I have ever done in the Himalayas.</div>
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<p><strong><em>“Nalgan Pass”</em></strong>- The name stood out while I was carefully marking out the position of <em>“Rupin Pass”</em> on the <em>Google Earth</em> referring to the <em>British Army Map(1937) of Garhwaal Himalayas.</em> The name sounded a bit odd but was clearly mentioned, just a few kilometers east of what is known as the <em>“Rupin Pass”</em>, on the same extended ridge. It definitely looked and sounded interesting, in fact, strangely mystical.</p>
<p>Months later the same name popped up in a thread at <em>Indiamike.com</em>. Some adventurous westerner wished to travel across this <em>“less travelled”</em> pass and was seeking information about some capable guides. The allure to see this mystical valley strengthened ever more.</p>
<p>The twist to the tale was added with another name, <strong><em>“Lamkhaga”</em></strong> –that had been playing upon the mind for quite sometime, ever since someone from <em>GMVN</em> bunglow in <em>Harsil</em> mentioned it several years back. During those long discussions around the campfire with the local staff, I was taught the existence of the <em>Lamkhaga</em> and <em>Chhotkhaga</em> Passes that connect the <em>Bhagirathi</em> Valley and the <em>Kinnaur</em> Valley of <em>Himachal Pradesh</em>. They did narrate this interesting aside, how Lamkhaga is a long but relatively easier route and the <em>Chhotkhaga</em>- the shorter but relatively difficult one.</p>
<p>Having romanced both names for long, it occurred to me at once that both these interesting objectives could be attempted in one go! When I posted the thread for the <em>“Twin Passes-Triple Valley Trek”</em> on the Internet, I had little idea of the ultimate form it was going to take. By the time it ended, I was marvelling yet again at the wondrous ways in which the Grand Mountain enriches the experience of living; the myriad manners He always chose to teach new lessons.</p>
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<p>It was a “first” for me in many respects. It was the first time I was going to walk 150 Kms and the first time I was crossing two passes in a sequence. Never earlier had I led a team of ten and that too with a mix of genders. We were to assist our navigation with GPS(<em>Nalgan</em> Pass has an unfrequented and sparsely documented route) and it was the first time I was ever to trek in the valleys and passes of <em>Himachal Pradesh</em>.</p>
<p>With so many firsts, the natural starting point of preparation was the team itself. The challenge was to create a team that’s closely-knit and strongly aligned to the common purpose, within the constraints of time and resources. The variety in the physical and mental faculties of the members must be the least. We could not afford a failure that would cause an individual to pull down the team performance or compromise the objective.</p>
<p>It took me two rounds of “Thread Launching” in both <em>Indiamike</em> and <em>Orkut</em> community forums to get the team built at all. The team finally came together by March.. and God! What a team! It’s indeed rare to have the opportunity of being in the midst of such an unique group of individuals.</p>
<div>We had the IT Geeks in form of <em>Ritesh</em> &#38; <em>Ravin</em> and representation from <em>Dalal</em> Street in form of <em>Krushi</em> and <em>Pramod</em>.</div>
<div><em>Raji</em> came with her globe trotting telecom experience and <em>Rachit</em> was the high flying corporate marketer and team CFO.</div>
<p><img style="display:block;width:400px;cursor:pointer;height:148px;text-align:center;margin:0 auto 10px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoaYFRar1KI/AAAAAAAAHZc/sATw9YeLeEw/s400/IMG_2747.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></p>
<div><em>Seema</em> is in the noble profession of teaching special children when she is not counselling people in matters of mind and psychology.</div>
<div><em>Prabhjot</em> came from a completely different background – managing a multiplex theater. Her exquisite finesse in managing team HR and logistics was a pleasant surprise.</div>
<div><em>Hardik</em> was a freshly graduated technocrat who was to soon leave the shores of India for pursuing higher studies.</div>
<div><em>Suma</em>, the team physio for a brief period, excelled in national rock climbing competitions.</div>
<p>Background, education, location, profession, age and gender- in every possible way the team represented diversity!</p>
<div>Such diversity and size of the team presents both opportunities and challenges to anyone who is even trying to anchor a collective effort let alone lead it, as I was soon to discover. Both in preparation as well as execution, the challenges appeared to outweigh any benefit of the numbers –(essentially some advantage in the per head cost). On the one hand we had <em>a </em><em>Ritesh</em> and <em>Suma</em>- veteran of many treks and winner of laurels in professional circuits while on the other, were the vast majority of members with couple of brief outdoor experience with the Himalayas. The line was divided plonk in the middle when it came to experience in extremely high altitude &#8211; altitudes in excess of 15000 ft. <em>Seema</em>, <em>Hardik</em>, <em>Pramod</em> and <em>Raji</em> had barely touched that altitude till then, let alone cross it. Similar variety presented in matters of age and physical fitness.</div>
<div>In spite of the collaborative effort to make sure that all were well prepared in all respects, we did end up with few issues just in the week preceding the trek.</div>
<div>I twisted my ankle during some stupid mad rush down a flight of stairs. <em>Raji</em> had begun complaining about a troubling knee. Her enthusiastic participation in marathon races and training was not without side effects. <em>Rachit</em> had begun looking for the local “<em>Pahalwan</em>” to provide some Desi treatment for his nagging back pain. <em>Prabhjot</em> was almost sure by then that her leaves for the scheduled trek were not going to be granted. <em>Suma</em> was to confirm only in the last few days, if she would be able to come.</div>
<div>Finally, it appeared by the beginning of June that the trek was going to materialise after all. We seemed to be sustaining the collective interest and were seemingly prepared for what we were about to endure.</div>
<div><em>Rachit</em> and <em>Prabhjot</em> acted as the Delhi Hosts. The duo displayed exemplary collective leadership in handling logistics, coordination and hospitality of all the outstation members.</div>
<div>The itinerary we were to follow had evolved out of pain staking research and constant inputs from well wishers and experienced members of the Orkut community. The trek was divided into 2 stages of 6 days each with a rest day planned in between to take care of unforeseen eventualities, on account of weather.</div>
<div>The first stage was to take us from <em>Netwar</em> in <em>Yamuna</em> watershed to the <em>Baspa</em> Valley <em>at </em><em>Sangla</em>, crossing over the relatively un-travelled <em>Nalgan</em> Pass. The second stage was to bring us back from Upper <em>Baspa</em> Valley into <em>the </em><em>Bhagirathi</em> Watershed at <em>Harsil</em> crossing over the equally less travelled <em>Lamkhaga</em><em> Pass</em>. The total distance between <em>Netwar</em> and <em>Harsil</em> was estimated at 185 kms of which Jeepable track was of 40 Kms (12 Kms between <em>Netwar</em> <em>and </em><em>Dhaula</em>, 28 Kms between <em>Sangla</em> and <em>Chitkul</em>) and the rest was to be covered on foot.</div>
<p><strong><em>Nalgan Pass- A Caravan Through Wilderness</em></strong></p>
<div><strong><em>Day 0- Delhi- Netwar</em></strong></div>
<div>Of the several unique achievements of this trek, one of the dubious ones was the journey to and back from the mountains. On both occasions we took almost 24 hrs to cover the distance of approximately 450 Kms from the city to the laps of the mountain.</div>
<p><img style="float:left;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:240px;margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoaRhY14fII/AAAAAAAAHY0/67CWcFS7ycg/s320/LamNalKrushi006.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></p>
<div>On the way up, it was a sleepless ordeal of 23 hours ably aided by a succession of four tyre punctures, a traffic jam at <em>Kempty</em> Falls near <em>Mussorie</em>, a hold up by drunk youth in the dense jungles of <em>Purola</em> and a driver who fell asleep on the wheels with alarming regularity.</div>
<p>Reaching <em>Netwar</em> almost at midnight, we were feeling lost for the moment when we noticed a vehicle parked in the middle of the now-closed-market. <em>Jaisingh</em> and <em>Bisht</em>-The driver were inside the jeep waiting for us to escort us till the Forest Guest House. The welcome sight of the Forest Guest House finally loomed into view at 2315 hrs. The support team had been waiting for us there the entire evening. Tents had been pitched and the dinner table had been laid in the FRH compound out in the open.</p>
<div>One could feel the welcoming embrace. The fresh forest</div>
<p><img style="float:right;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:240px;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoaTDwNfxxI/AAAAAAAAHZE/iTWlhy4_3Ms/s320/LamNalPramod002.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></p>
<div>air, the faint bark of a dog in the distance, dim light of the few candles in the kitchen, the shadows of the almond trees playing randomly under the cool moonlight and that sound of a gurgling stream. The all too familiar rush of a different reality!</div>
<div>Quick gulps of <em>Vodka</em> washed away the fatigue, followed by a sumptuous spread of dinner. Team members were insistent upon sitting around the campfire late into the night. When I woke up later at about 0300 Hrs in the morning to shoot the glory of the moonlight, the embers in the campfire were still glowing.</div>
<div><strong><em>Day 1- Netwar to Sewa (Riverside) Camp</em></strong></div>
<div>There was mixed emotion in the camp in the morning. The usual eager enthusiasm was tinged with sadness upon the exit of one of the most affable members of the group. <em>Prabhjot</em> had to leave for Delhi for she could not manage leaves during the scheduled window for the trek. She had, however, taken the trouble of coming all the way to <em>Netwar</em> to see us all off, braving that marathon drive.</div>
<p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoaRiMQisfI/AAAAAAAAHY8/STUcqVPdX38/s1600-h/LamNalRachit052.JPG"><img style="float:left;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:240px;margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoaRiMQisfI/AAAAAAAAHY8/STUcqVPdX38/s320/LamNalRachit052.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<div>She had to now go all the way back to Delhi in the singular company of the cab-driver. There was nothing much we could do about it other than masking the feeling of sadness with spirited and playful banter. We missed her presence on several occasions afterwards, specifically during times that we needed to cheer ourselves up!</div>
<div>Soon enough team colors were distributed to the entire support team. The red T-Shirts had been designed and printed after much debate and discussions over the Internet. The designs were our own. We intended to wear the uniform when we stood atop the highest point of our trek- <em>Lamkhaga</em> Pass.</div>
<div>These T-Shirts were a powerful idea which started with an innocent sharing of thought by <em>Rachit</em>, nurtured carefully by every one of the team members and fine tuned by many contributors in the “Trekking in Himalaya” community of <em>Orkut</em>. In a way, it physically symbolised unity of the team in thought and action.</div>
<p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoaTEdAD_fI/AAAAAAAAHZM/PE0tU4wriNw/s1600-h/IMG_2045_2.JPG"><img style="float:right;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:214px;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoaTEdAD_fI/AAAAAAAAHZM/PE0tU4wriNw/s320/IMG_2045_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<div><em>Prabhjot</em> did share the first team breakfast before bidding us goodbye. Immediately afterwards we set off on our journey into the inviting laps of the mountains.</div>
<div>After <em>Netwar</em> the road follows the <em>Rupin</em> on its true left Bank for about 12 Kms till the village of <em>Dhola</em>. I was excited with my new GPS device. The actual route it was tracking was surprisingly close to the <em>Google Earth</em> data that was pre-fed in it. That added some comfort to the apprehensive mind.</div>
<p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoaZ3CSFlgI/AAAAAAAAHZk/OpqhXyZ5xUU/s1600-h/LamNalKrushi024.JPG"><img style="float:left;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:240px;margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoaZ3CSFlgI/AAAAAAAAHZk/OpqhXyZ5xUU/s320/LamNalKrushi024.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<div>By the time we reached <em>Dhola</em>, the heat was beginning to take a toll. I so dearly wished to take a dip in the flowing waters of <em>Rupin</em>, few hundred feet below! That dip, I did take, after crossing the suspension bridge at <em>Dhola</em>.</div>
<div>From here on, the team started off following a trail on the true right bank. I had thought, I shall catch up with them quickly. However, by the time I emerged fresh after the bath in the chilling waters of <em>Rupin</em>, I could barely see them, almost a kilometer away!It took me an entire hour before I finally caught up with all of them.</div>
<p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoaauWUhO7I/AAAAAAAAHZ0/oZ4L2EaovZM/s1600-h/LamNalRachit069.JPG"><img style="float:right;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:240px;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoaauWUhO7I/AAAAAAAAHZ0/oZ4L2EaovZM/s320/LamNalRachit069.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<div>A kilometer after <em>Dhola</em>, as one travels upstream, the <em>Rupin</em> fans out wide in its course; a feature clearly visible in the <em>Google Earth</em> images. One could see from there, the new road being constructed from <em>Dhola</em> to <em>Doni</em> village on the far bank. Occasional explosions of dynamite indicated life in the road construction activity.</div>
<div>Soon we reached a point where the river takes a sharp bend towards the left as one looks upstream. We had a quick lunch-break in a roadside house there. With couple of hours of trek already under the belt, the team seemed to be fighting fit!</div>
<p><img style="float:left;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:214px;margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoaZ33NlSFI/AAAAAAAAHZs/8oTAI8FiHKA/s320/IMG_2063_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></p>
<div>People were almost jostling with each other to take the lead and I seemed to be the only one lagging behind! For such a large team, it was a remarkable performance and augured well for the challenges lying ahead.</div>
<div><em>Ritesh, Raji, Krushi, Rachit</em> and <em>Pramod</em> were still involved in an animated discussion even as the lunch got served. It appeared, <em>Rachit</em> and his matrimonial preferences were the object of discussion. I tried to record bits and pieces of that conversation, but <em>Rachit</em> refused to go on record.</div>
<p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/Soaau5On3aI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/54EBKg1bb60/s1600-h/LamNalKrushi039.JPG"><img style="float:right;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:240px;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/Soaau5On3aI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/54EBKg1bb60/s320/LamNalKrushi039.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<div>The walk after the lunch break was through a slightly different landscape. The relative barrenness had given way to lush greenery and little farmlands on the side. The ladies were leading the pack and had gained a considerable distance ahead. <em>Rachit, Hardik</em> and I trailed behind.</div>
<div>There was a minor incident of <em>Rachit</em> proceeding on a wrong trail just before approaching <em>Sewa</em> village, with his noise-cancelling ear-phones firmly plugged in. No amount of shouting would deter his rythmic gait. It was not until we started throwing rocks at him that he stopped and took notice. That surely gave us some anxious moments!!</div>
<p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoabxuHQD2I/AAAAAAAAHaM/5llPcsStnB8/s1600-h/DSC08647.JPG"><img style="float:left;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:240px;margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoabxuHQD2I/AAAAAAAAHaM/5llPcsStnB8/s320/DSC08647.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<div>Far away, the hutments and houses of <em>Sewa</em> village were visible. The trail eased up considerably and we were at the temple compound of <em>Sewa</em> by 1600 Hrs. The wooden temple at <em>Sewa</em> is an ancient looking structure. It has been there ever since the village has been there (and the village is mentioned very clearly in 19th Century British Army maps). The fine carvings and artwork on the temple walls are amazingly breathtaking. For some reason one could see various Trophies being displayed on the temple gates. We could not get to understand what these trophies were for and why they were displayed there?!! Perhaps, the temple also served up as the community Town-hall and hence was the most apt place for public display of all laurels won.</div>
<div>By then Seema announced over the radio</div>
<p><em>“Campsite pahunch gaye hum! Bahut sundar campsite hai. Seedha aate raho, thoda hi door hai.”</em></p>
<p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoaavW-ZgjI/AAAAAAAAHaE/8jfqRcA-fD0/s1600-h/DSC08648.JPG"><img style="float:right;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:240px;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/SoaavW-ZgjI/AAAAAAAAHaE/8jfqRcA-fD0/s320/DSC08648.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<div>The trail ahead went steadily downhill to finally enter the river bed after couple of kilometers. A hundred meters away was a confluence with a river coming from our left (true right of the river) and just beyond was our campsite, bang in the middle of the riverbed, by the side of the softly singing <em>Rupin</em>.</div>
<p>We had covered 13 Kilometers in reasonable time, none of the members were hurt in any way and our spirits were high! All in all a fine performance for the starting day! The rocks in the middle of the riverbed served well as the lounging area.</p>
<p><img style="float:left;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:213px;margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/Soabx8rzvNI/AAAAAAAAHaU/0qUVbWlRbUY/s320/IMG_2775+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></p>
<div>It took us an hour of idle chat and constant flow of <em>Rupin</em> waters over our limbs to wash away the tiredness.</div>
<div>News came in late in the evening that <em>Prabhjot</em> has reached home safe and in record time! The evening sped past around the campfire even as the team got busy discussing their favorite topics- all relating to matters of love, relationships and matrimony. Little did I know at that time, that same discussions were going to rule all camp fires during the trek, ably stirred by <em>Mr Question Bank- Rachit Mangal</em>.</div>
<div>Before calling it a day, <em>Ritesh</em> and I managed to capture the majesty of the full moon shimmering over the river waters.</div>
<div><strong><em>Day 2 -Sewa Riverside Camp- Pandhar Riverside Camp</em></strong></div>
<p>We all knew, it was a crucial day for us when we shall turn off the beaten track of <em>Rupin Pass</em> and head into the scantly explored trails of <em>Nargani</em> Valley. We had to make crucial choices of routes and bridges so that we would be in a position to attempt the pass two days later.</p>
<p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/Soa0SNfZoYI/AAAAAAAAHbc/F2vb4Knu3MQ/s1600-h/LamNalKrushi063.JPG"><img style="float:right;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:240px;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/Soa0SNfZoYI/AAAAAAAAHbc/F2vb4Knu3MQ/s320/LamNalKrushi063.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<div>We were on the true right of <em>Rupin</em>. A few kilometers hence the <em>Nargani Gaad</em> joins with <em>Rupin</em> from the true left. The <em>Nalgan Pass</em> is on the true right of <em>Nargani Gaad</em>. If we crossed <em>Rupin</em> before the confluence, we would land on the true left of <em>Nargani</em> and would have to cross her again to approach the pass. This is the shorter route.</div>
<div>However, if we chose to walk far ahead of the confluence and then cross the <em>Rupin</em>, we would land on the true right of <em>Nargani</em> and then we would not have to do any river crossing to approach the Pass. This was obviously a longer route with less obstacles.</div>
<div>We decided to risk the shorter option which required us to find two bridges, one over the <em>Rupin</em> and another over <em>Nargani</em>. <em>Rajmohan</em>, our guide for this leg of the trek, was okay with idea though he did not know the exact location and condition of the only bridge over <em>Nargani Gaad</em>. Anyways, there was little choice given the constraints of time and the fast approaching monsoon.</div>
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<div>After about an hour of walk that morning we soon emerged into a widening valley floor. The view was interesting- there was a bridge visible at a distance, a confluence with a river coming in from true right and a gang of labourers with some huge machines building a road.</div>
<div>The tranquil surrounds were suddenly abuzz with human activity. It was difficult to guess where such a wide road was going in that remote a valley. Its later that we learnt, it was all part of the grand design for building a Hydel project in the very valley that we were headed for.</div>
<p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/Soazw6I4_gI/AAAAAAAAHa8/SUQHmQIpWQ4/s1600-h/IMG_2109_2.JPG"><img style="float:right;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:213px;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/Soazw6I4_gI/AAAAAAAAHa8/SUQHmQIpWQ4/s320/IMG_2109_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<div>Another kilometre of walk brought us to the bridge of <em>Kimwali</em>. Here the road led across the <em>Rupin</em> to its left bank, towards <em>Dodra-Kwar</em> village- a major settlement in the area. We, however, were to cross the river and go North to our left on the trail to <em>Katol</em> village.</div>
<div>We had some moments of fun at the lone Dhaba situated at one end of the bridge. Much time was spent asking directions and taking time estimates in consultation with the locals there. Interestingly my GPS here read a distance covered of 8 Kms. The <em>dhabawallah</em> argued vehemently that it would not have been more than 4 Kms from our riverside camp.</div>
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<div><em>(Moments later I stood corrected as I realised that the GPS does add on few kilometres to the odometer if one did not switch it off during the night, something to do with the change of guards in the GPS satellites up above.)</em></div>
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<div>I am certain, the poor <em>Dhabawallah</em> at <em>Kimwali</em> had no idea how to react, when <em>Rachit</em> accidentally dropped the earthen hookah and rendered it completely useless. Of course we were sorry and were ready to pay up the economic compensation. However, his fervent refusal for compensation of any nature did not bewilder us, at least not me; mountain folks have forever dazzled me with their good-naturedness.</div>
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<div>Two glasses of tea later, after trying our hands at painting the girder bridge, we set off for the <em>Katol</em> village. The route rises steeply over a hillside after the bridge towards the <em>Katol</em> village. An hour and half later we found ourselves resting under a bridge just beyond <em>Katol</em>. Water supplies were running low which we replenished along with copious refill of savoury dates, dry fruits and snacks. The lunch site was still half an hour away.</div>
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<div>Soon enough, another bridge was visible with a log cabin on our side of the river bank. By the time I arrived at the <em>Jiskon</em> bridge, it was already busy with photographic activity. Team mates were busy shooting pictures of each other and the sorrounds.</div>
<div>Of particular interest was an event, when <em>Raji</em> tried putting on a load of cattle feed that the local women folk were carrying home. The entire group of locals were soon found cheering <em>Raji</em> up as she struggled under the load. We spent an entire hour shooting pictures and having lunch.</div>
<div>Another half an hour brought us to the</div>
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<div>confluence of <em>Nargani Gaad</em> and <em>Rupin</em>. As one looked above to the West, the village of <em>Jiskon</em> was barely visible above the tree line. From here on, the route followed to our right, following the left bank of <em>Nargani Gaad</em>.</div>
<div>We were now in the valley that hardly sees any tourists or trekkers. It does not have any well built trail other than the ones used by the shepherds, which appeared broken, in the most confusing situations. The river bed appeared almost half a kilometre wide as we merrily proceeded along the heavily forested trail.</div>
<div>Although we knew that we were generally proceeding in the correct direction, it was a great solace to find a shepherd just near the bridge that spanned the <em>Nargani</em>. We were in two minds whether to cross the bridge, when the shepherd took great pain in explaining to us the exact route ahead and convinced us that we need not take to the Right Bank of <em>Nargani</em> just then.</div>
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<div>In his own language spiced with abundant emotion, he explained the route ahead and the various <em>Odars</em>- Cave shelters, that one expects to find for spending nights.</div>
<div><em>“ Pehle Jakuti Odar, phir Foot Odar…Nadi nahin taapna abhi. Nadi ka is side ko hi rahna. Kal main nadi ko taapna pool ke oopar se…”</em> He went on giving a detailed route plan ahead and <em>Rajmohan</em> absorbed every bit of data diligently.</div>
<div>He reeled out the names of as many as four such <em>Odars</em> to the base camp of <em>Nalgan Pass</em>.</div>
<div>According to him, we were going to find at least three cave shelters before a bridge takes us to the right bank another 5 Kilometers or so ahead. He also assured us of the generally good condition of the route and of the fact that he and his colleagues regularly used it every year.</div>
<div>The route afterwards was a bit confusing. We had to get down to the wide rocky riverbed here. Looking back, one could see the flock of sheep crossing over the bridge and heading towards <em>Pandhar</em> village somewhere up above in the mountains on the right bank. After about a kilometer the trail gets back to the forest on the left bank.</div>
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<div><em>“Jaisingh, Ashu ..this is Pramod here, Over.”</em> I heard <em>Pramod’s</em> anxious voice over the radio.</div>
<div><em>“Humen yahan par Rasta nahin mil raha hai”</em>. <em>Pramod</em>, <em>Seema</em> and some other members were lost in the middle of the forest. The trail was so hidden under the carpet of pine needles, our team lost the nerves for the moment.</div>
<div>Luckily I spotted a couple of shepherds passing by.</div>
<div><em>“Boss, humare kuch saathiyon ko rasta nahin mil raha hai picche. Zara unhen Rasta bata dijiyega” </em>I was enlisting their support. <em>“Theek hai Saab”</em> they replied. The mountain never fails in springing helpful surprises!</div>
<div>Just about ten minutes later, <em>Pramod’s</em> voice crackled over the radio again, informing us that they have caught the trail back again.</div>
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<div>After some more walk on mixed terrain, some on rocky river bed, some through invisible trails in thickly carpeted jungle and some through steep hill sides, we finally approached a tributary coming in from the true left of the <em>Nargani Gaad</em>. A lone shepherd sat cooking his evening meal under a tree. He confirmed, this was the location for campsite- directly opposite the village <em>Pandhar</em>, perched high on the far bank of <em>Nargani Gaad</em>.</div>
<div>Camp was set near the cave shelter. The saving grace of the otherwise cramped campsite was the abundant supply of firewood. The camp staff set up a huge campfire. Warm saline water-bath was prepared to treat <em>Hardik’s</em> ankle, he had twisted it badly. The team ruminated over the day’s event around the yellow glow of that massive campfire. We were all doing fine- a tightly knit team of sprightly men and women. Not bad for Day 2!</div>
<div><em>Day 3- Pandhar Camp- Lower Suriwas Thatch</em></div>
<div>The dominating thought that morning was that of finding the next bridge over <em>Nargani</em> river. We had left a bridge behind and if by any chance the bridge ahead was unserviceable, we were sure to lose a couple of days. We could not afford that.</div>
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<div>The track immediately after the campsite knocked the wind out of everyone with its steep gradient, extending forever skywards. Everyone did put up a brave front feeling glad inside that we were finally gaining some altitude. Soon the track levelled out and started as sharp a descent to the river bed. This was the beginning of a series of such stretches that shall eventually make us climb a total of 2000 metres and climb down almost as many meters by the end of the day.</div>
<div>In about an hour from the camp, the trail disappeared into a wooded clearing dense with a carpet of grass. I lost few anxious moments hollering out at Jaisingh over the <em>Walkie-Talkie</em>.</div>
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<div>Thankfully I spotted few of the team members sitting on a log that hung precariously over the waters of <em>Nargani</em>. A few photo-shoots later the team regrouped and we set off again on the faintly visible trail.</div>
<div>The bridge was visible from a distance of almost 500 meters spanning a narrow stretch of the river just ahead of a time-worn <em>Odar</em>. These <em>Odars</em> have been home to countless shepherds travelling the ancient path in the <em>Nargani</em> Valley. There is no definitive record of who traversed these routes for the first time. If the soot blackened walls of the <em>Odars</em> were any indication, it would have happened aeons ago.</div>
<div>As we turned another corner and a rocky patch, one could see the bridge clearly, spanning the river. I was relieved. This would take us to the right bank. That’s where we needed to be, for the pass lay on that side of the river. Our short-cut from <em>Kimwali</em> had finally worked! We saved at least 10 Kms and 8 hours of trek compared to the route described by <em>Deepak Shannan</em> in his book, which I had referred to extensivly during the preparations for the trek.</div>
<p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/Soa4KU40RXI/AAAAAAAAHcU/krAjM9J-x1s/s1600-h/IMG_2798+2.JPG"><img style="float:right;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:213px;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/Soa4KU40RXI/AAAAAAAAHcU/krAjM9J-x1s/s320/IMG_2798+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<div>As the last of our members crossed the bridge, I was mighty relieved, only to be troubled by some more tactical issues. <em>Rajmohan</em>, our guide seemed to have disappeared into the jungle exactly when there was an apparent confusion of the two paths that presented. We were like a bunch of kids lost in the jungle. Because of the deep valley we were in, I had also lost the GPS signal.</div>
<div>Loosing GPS signal can be a frustrating experience. When you start referring to a gadget so very often, dependence seeps into the consciousness without warning. At any lapse or failure one starts feeling exasperated and helpless.</div>
<div>The matter soon solved itself as <em>Rajmohan</em> appeared from nowhere along with <em>Ravin</em> and led us up the trail that was again steadily gaining altitude. Soon we saw another couple of shepherds with a flock of sheep.</div>
<div><em>“Humen to yahan se 7 ghante lagte hain saab. Abhi aap thoda tez chaloge to shaam tak pahunch jaoge base camp main. Humare saathi wahan par hain, kal hi Bakri le kar gaye hain”</em> The shepherd was sharing his opinion about the route ahead. <em>“Wahan se do ghanta lagta hai Pass tak. Phir seedha Sangla pahunch jaoge”.</em></div>
<div>These were people, who used this route for their existence, to trade and market articles and produce at the markets of <em>Sangla</em> as a matter of regular practice.</div>
<p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/Soa7z9enQLI/AAAAAAAAHdE/h4AZbKkkr4A/s1600-h/LamNalRachit188.JPG"><img style="float:left;width:320px;cursor:pointer;height:240px;margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XavVSPoYXaQ/Soa7z9enQLI/AAAAAAAAHdE/h4AZbKkkr4A/s320/LamNalRachit188.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<div>Although the estimated trekking time did not sound encouraging for the day, it was comforting to know that there were people up ahead on the track that can be relied upon for route finding.</div>
<div>I have lost count of the number of times we climbed up and went down steep inclines of couple of hundred meters. Suffice it to say that we were fed up with the routine by the time we reached a stream which could serve as a decent place for lunch.</div>
<div>As we surveyed the <em>Google Earth</em> printouts, by which time the GPS signals reappeared as mysteriously they had disappeared, we realised we were just about inching closer to <em>Suriwas Thatch</em>, our earlier designated campsite. It was unlikely, therefore, that we would reach anywhere close to the Pass base camp by the end of the day.</div>
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<div><em>Hardik’s</em> pain and trauma was much apparent by now. He was in agony with his twisted ankle. Rest of the members were also being constantly tested by the mighty mountain, but thankfully none had given in yet. The last surprise of the day was a fresh landslide which sloped directly into the furious waters of <em>Nargani</em>.</div>
<div>As we approached the campsite, the heavy and humid air converted into a gentle drizzle. <em>Rachit</em>, <em>Hardik</em> and <em>Seema</em> were still on the otherside of the landslide. Rest of us started collecting firewood in hope of a much needed campfire. We were on a narrow rocky bank bounded by a wall of rock on one side and the tempestuous river on the other. Few meters away there was a rock overhang- probably a <em>Odar</em>, as the shepherds might call it.</div>
<div>By the time the campfire was raging, the last of the members arrived and joined an already animated discussion about the route ahead, the campsite and the possibility of a rendezvous with bears.</div>
<div>Presently <em>Hardik</em> exclaimed- <em>“Arre mera purse kahan hai?”</em> fumbling frantically all over himself looking for his wallet.</div>
<p><em>“How much money was there?”</em> I asked</p>
<p><em>“About twenty thousand odd”</em> He replied.</p>
<p>I glanced in <em>Vinod’s</em> direction, probably with a look of unspoken request.</p>
<p><em>“Koi baat nahin Sir, main dekhta hoon abhi. Kitchen set ho jaane dijiye, phir main dekhta hoon. Mil jana chahiye”</em>- He assured me.</p>
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<div>In about an hour, <em>Vinod</em> joined us back after retracing our route for almost a kilometer, over the dangerous land slide zone. He had found it- the wallet with all its content intact!</div>
<div>As the sun went steadily down the western horizon, the skies threatened us with monsoon madness. As would be the pattern in next several days, the threat petered out as quickly as it had appeared. The tall mountainsides and the dense foliage created a feeling of eeriness around this campsite. I was quite convinced, this was not the <em>Suriwas Thatch</em>- the flowery meadow, I had researched in <em>Google Earth</em>; neither was the GPS agreeing with it.</div>
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<div>The talk of presence of bears in the area only heightened the anxiety. <em>Jaisingh</em> claimed to have spotted bear droppings on the way and decided on a self imposed sentry duty. He would rest under the rock ledge nearby stoking campfires throughout the night. Although none of us admitted it, this did heighten the sense of adventure that evening. I remember waking up once in the night thinking, one of the hairy friends from the jungle was out on a visit outside my tent.</div>
<div><em>Day 4- Lower Suriwas Thatch – Nalgan Pass Base Camp</em></div>
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<div>The air around was inviting the next morning. The sky was clear sporting a azure blue hue and the river gurgling and dancing down and the massive mountains at the head of the valley beaconing from that distance. If we could cross the pass today, we could still think of saving a day for splurging on later. But deep within something told me that the challenge was going to be a daunting one and we should consider ourselves lucky if we could break route till the pass.</div>
<div>So far GPS data had been tallying remarkably well with the directions provided by the local</div>
<div>shepherds. Question was, are we going to find many of those shepherd up ahead? It seemed as if the first of the shepherds of the season were trickling down into the valley along with us!</div>
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<div>Having started the days walk with such apprehensions in mind, one was totally unprepared for the divine spectacle that was to greet us just a few hundred meters from the camp, each more pretty than the other.</div>
<p>First, there was this gushing torrent of a waterfall on the Nargani river that made the river tumble down a hundred meters in easy but sure steps.</p>
<div><em>“No wonder, they are planning that Hydel project here”</em> I mused. The raw power of the water was hypnotic to say the least.</div>
<div>Then, one had to cross a boulder zone before entering a totally different vista. A huge waterfall from our left (true right of <em>Nargani</em>) dropped with magnificent ferocity, joining the <em>Nargani Gaad</em> few meters hence.</div>
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<div>A huge campsite opened up, as one stepped few hundred meters ahead. It was a piece of paradise -that grassy meadow full with flowers, the softly gurgling water of the <em>Nargani</em>, bright morning filtering through a verdant cover of the forest and that lone tent of the shepherd overlooking all these. There are times when one dearly wishes to exchange all that one has, for an opportunity; to be a part of such a paradise. How I envied that shepherd that moment! This was the <em>Suriwas Thatch</em> I had reconnoitred earlier. It belittled all my imagination of how pretty it could be.</div>
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<div>A few hundred meters ahead we reached the last major confluence- this time a tributary coming in from the true left. A group of herdsmen were smoking hookah under a <em>Odar</em> known as <em>Dugdi Odar</em>. <em>Dugdi</em> – being a rough translation for the <em>“Junction of Two Rivers”</em>. It was reassuring to reconfirm the route yet again. Here again members tried their skills at smoking the hookah of the shepherds, this time without any accidents. <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /> .</div>
<div>The route forks out here and one follows the route to the left, following the right bank of the <em>Nargani Gaad</em>.</div>
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<div>As one looks ahead, due east from <em>Dugdi Odar</em> along the main valley of <em>Nargani</em>, one can not but notice the alluring view of the valley on to the right. The lush green valley carries a healthy tributary on to the main stream of <em>Nargani</em>. A valley, so dense with coniferous flora that it lures the mind to explore. Far away, there looked to be a snow ridge which might be home to the glacial storage of waters that feed the valley. Another worthwhile exploration, I am certain!</div>
<div>As we set off again, an even prettier <em>Upper Suriwas Thatch</em> opened up with blossoms of various colours dotting the green carpet on both banks of <em>Nargani</em>. The snow covers of the mountains at the head of the valley showed up at a distance.</div>
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<div>For the last several hours we had been steadily gaining altitude, the altimeter read close to 3000 meters. It looked like, we had left behind the frustrating pattern of the route in the previous days. Finally, each meter we were gaining was bringing us closer to the pass.</div>
<div>The <em>Nalgan Pass</em> is located on a ridge that flanks the northern walls of the <em>Nargani</em> Valley just a kilometre after it originates. From the base of it, a small stream emerges and joins the <em>Nargani</em>. The logical route up, would be along the banks of this stream as I had plotted in the GPS.</div>
<div>The reality on ground was slightly different. Although there existed a possibility of following the plotted route, the slope was highly exposed and the grassy cover on top would render it more slippery than desired. <em>Rajmohan</em> suggested a trail, that turned left and up about half a kilometre ahead of the stream.</div>
<div>It was another small stream and not too difficult to cross. But when we crossed it, there was a seed of doubt in the mind. Had <em>Rajmohan</em> really understood the directions provided by the shepherds? I wasn’t entirely convinced. The GPS was showing the Pass to be exactly due North at that point and we were being navigated steadfastly due East!</div>
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<div>Just then I could hear a transaction on the <em>Walkie Talkie</em>. <em>Seema</em> seemed to have lost her radio somewhere. Most probably it was left accidentally around the area where we rested last, a heap of boulders by the side of the rapid waters of <em>Nargani</em>. Recalling the stellar performance earlier, <em>Vinod’s</em> services were called for.</div>
<div>The poor chap went back half a kilometer to look for the lost radio. He reported back after half an hour, unlike the previous evening, he had not succeeded in finding the gadget. Some shepherd might find it someday, if at all ☺.</div>
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<div>After a while we regrouped again half way up the slope ahead and to our left. <em>Rajmohan</em> went on another reccee, this time to our left and back; in a North Westerly direction and up the slope from where we sat. Few minutes later he was signing back that he had found a trail to the top. The GPS seemed to be correct after all.</div>
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<div>Just a look at the steep and exposed climb up above was enough to get us all thinking awhile. Thankfully the terrain was not rocky or snowy. Later we huddled for a lunch, midway thru the ascent, around a stream of clear spring water. The view of the massive peaks that gave rise to the <em>Nargani</em>, opened up to our east, in form of a shadowy smokey cwm. That was definitely snow kingdom; looked strangely forbidding.</div>
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<div>That view presented itself several times over till the next afternoon. It looked possible to scale some of those snowy ridges, which definitely looked at a height higher than the ridge we were upon. If one crossed them over, one would possibly exit at <em>Rakcham</em>- midway between <em>Sangla </em>and <em>Chitkul</em>. It could be a new route; the thought occurred several times during those immense vignettes of that cwm, but I had to shake it off and stash away in memory.</div>
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<div>We resumed our climb and soon found ourselves on a ridge that led North-Westerly towards a saddle, where my GPS indicated the approximate location of the pass. I could see the big Y made by the two streams issuing forth from below two different saddle points of the mountain face. Both these saddles indicated a possible route to crossover to the <em>Kinnaur</em> Valley on the other side. We were finally looking at the upper parts of the ridge that holds the <em>Nalgan Pass</em>.</div>
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<div>Jaisingh’s voice crackled over the radio <em>“Vinod, Vinod- Yeh Hardik sir bahut thak gaye hain. Yahan pe camp lagane ko bol rahe hain. Campsite mila kya?”</em></div>
<p>I looked below towards where my fellow team members were slowly progressing towards where I stood. Then I spotted <em>Rachit</em>, <em>Hardik</em> and <em>Jaisingh</em>.</p>
<p><em>“That twisted ankle must be paining awfully”</em> I thought, for where they were, there was no way one could pitch a camp stool, let alone a tent!!</p>
<div><em>Vinod</em> looked at me, with a mischievous twinkle and shouted back, <em>“Ooper aa jao. Campsite mil gaya!” </em>He was bluffing, in order to prod the team up. <em>Rajmohan</em> had gone ahead, looking for a campsite and had not reported any progress. It was certain that we were not going across the pass that evening. It was too far away for the entire team to cross safely before sundown.</div>
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<div>Just then <em>Rajmohan</em> came on the radio- <em>“Campsite mil gaya. Yehi ek campsite hai. Yahan Paani bhi hai. Camp lagane ke liye thoda mehnat karna padega”</em>.</div>
<div>There was a bit of Civil Engineering work to be done, but the refuge for the night had been found. I abhorred the idea of digging up mountain ground for creating level camping space, but there wasn’t much choice we had up there. We were probably the first large team to have ever camped there. There was no sign of camping history at that site.</div>
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<div>Over the next few hours, the entire team took turns in digging some level grounds onto the sixty degree slope of the mountain face. Even after three hours of digging, only enough ground could be prepared for pitching the member tents and the kitchen tent in that ensconced depression on the slope. The porters and camp staff had to pitch their respective tents at a distance, a little up and away from us.</div>
<div>About 10 meters below the campsite was a lovely field of yellow flowers. There were couple of streams nearby- the water as virgin as can be. The only issue was finding a suitable spot to relieve ourselves in the morning in that highly exposed and open slope. The gender factor brought in added complexity. The problem was resolved eventually after finding suitable number of invisible nooks and crannies.</div>
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<div>We were at our highest camp yet, at 3900 Meters after spending the previous three nights at sub-3000 meters level. The Diamox regime that the team was following seems to have helped. No one complained of altitude issues except for a young lad from the porter&#8217;s team.</div>
<div>I was sure it was going to be freezing cold that night. Down jackets were out even as <em>Hardik</em> sank deeper into his shell, refusing to come out of the tent even for dinner. No campfire that night&#8230; there was nothing to set the fire on!! Not even juniper bushes!</div>
<div><em>Day 5- Across Nalgan Pass into the Kinnaur Valley</em></div>
<div>The tents were having a frost cover when we woke next morning.</div>
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<div><em>“Surely the temperature dipped below zero”</em><em> Pramod</em> and I were chatting up in the morning.</div>
<p><em>“Yeah, even the grass below has frost on it”</em> replied <em>Pramod</em>. It was our first brush with freezing cold for the season. Having spent the earlier days on the valley floor, we had crossed the limits of high altitude for the first time and it was going to be like that for several more days.</p>
<div>There was a bit of a betting going on about when the sunlight was going to hit camp. We were desperate for the sun after that cold night up there. I remember winning the bet by a fat margin ☺, the sun shined upon our camp earlier than we expected.</div>
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<div>The evening before, <em>Rajmohan</em> had reconnoitred the route for about an hour and had confirmed finding a trail over the moraine platform above the campsite. We let <em>Hardik</em> and <em>Rachit</em> start early with <em>Jaisingh</em>. We hoped to catch up with them so that the entire team could reach the pass around the same time. In about half an hour they appeared like little dots way above us.</div>
<div>We caught up with them in about an hour. <em>Hardik</em> was still struggling with his ankles and was able to drag himself a few meters with each gigantic effort of the mind. Thankfully, the route eased up after reaching the moraine platform.</div>
<div><em>“From now on it’s a matter of time. All of us should reach the pass without much trouble, weather permitting.”</em> I surmised, speaking to myself.</div>
<div>The steadily rising trail slightly bent to the left. Beyond that was the perfect saddle of the pass indicated by a large cairn. <em>Rajmohan</em> was standing by its side, gesticulating and encouraging me to proceed forth.</div>
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<div>As I reached the cairn, I checked back on the GPS again. The proximity sensor came alive, indicating, I had reached the pass. The plotted data of <em>Google Earth </em>in the instrument was accurate by a meter! I marvelled at the wonder of technology for a moment. Man might not ever be able to reach there; to understand perfectly the ways of Mother Nature, I strongly believe. But he sure makes a valiant attempt at getting there.</div>
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<div>Soon <em>Ravin</em> arrived followed by<em> Pramod, Ritesh, Raji, Krushi, Seema, Rachit</em> and <em>Hardik</em>- in that order. <em>Ravin</em> and <em>Pramod</em> were turning out to be tough cookies, maintaining their pace and endurance all throughout. In fact, <em>Ravin</em> had already earned his sobriquet by then- <em>“As Ravin Flies”</em>. When <em>Hardik</em> reached the top, a spontaneous applause went out from the team.</div>
<div>The other side of <em>Nalgan Pass</em> has a north-facing slope and was thickly covered with a blanket of snow and ice. An abrupt departure from bare brown rocks and miles of verdant greenery into a world of pristine whiteness! A contrast beholden very rarely indeed!</div>
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<div>Storm clouds were rolling in from the south east and we started off down the icy slopes towards the <em>Kinnaur</em> valley. Bidding farewell to the <em>Yamuna</em> watershed, we were now heading into the <em>Indus</em> watershed.</div>
<div><em>(On one side of the pass was the </em><em>Nargani</em><em> whose waters would finally reach the </em><em>Bay of Bengal </em><em>and on the other side was the </em><em>Baspa</em><em> who would merge with the </em><em>Satluj</em><em> and then the </em><em>Indus</em><em> and eventually drain into the </em><em>Arabian Sea</em><em>. A similar feat would be repeated in few days when we would cross over from Upper </em><em>Baspa</em><em> Valley over the </em><em>Lamkhaga</em><em> Pass into the </em><em>Bhagirathi</em><em> Valley.)</em></div>
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<div>Some members did try glissading on the snowy slopes for a while before most backsides were damp and cold. Walking on the snow is exciting, especially when one sees it for after a long time. Soon, however, the excitement gives way to a more rational and measured approach especially after slipping couple of times and getting buried in unseen holes. All of us went through that process of natural maturity which cost us an interminably long time and <em>Pramod’s</em> new snow goggles.</div>
<div>The porters and the guides were waiting at a lunch site in the middle of a beautiful meadow overlooked by the Nalgan ridge. After refuelling ourselves with hardened <em>Puris</em>, kerosene flavoured <em>Chhole</em> and generous chunks of jaggery, we started off for <em>Sangla</em>.</div>
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<div>The descent from <em>Nalgan</em> ridge to the trail of the <em>Rupin Pass</em> trek involves crossing the river <em>Rukti Gaad</em>. Thankfully the water levels were low and there was a stout looking structure of a bridge over it. I cringed for a moment looking at the sharp rise to the other bank of <em>Rukti Gaad</em>. After climbing up the high bank on the true left of <em>Rukti Gaad</em>, one comes to a little pasture. Two distinct trails are visible from here. The natural instinct was to follow the one lower. Almost immediately a rather narrow irrigation channel materialisesd on one’s left.</div>
<div>A light drizzle had enveloped the entire valley by 1500 hrs as I instructed all the advanced porters to proceed forth and wait for us at <em>Sangla Kanda</em> while I waited for rest of the members to arrive. It took another hour before the last of the members trickled in, an abnormally long interval in descent of just 2 kilometers! The reason became clear to me much later after seeing an apparently limping <em>Seema</em> at <em>Sangla Kanda</em>. She had sustained a bad fall on a patch of glacier on the way and had injured her back.</div>
<div>After confirming directions once, I proceeded down steadily. Reaching <em>Sangla</em> by the evening was imperative, in order to be able to stick to the schedule. But the weather gods were threatening to thwart every initiative of ours; meancing grey rain clouds had begun enveloping the skies.</div>
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<div>An hour of brisk trek saw me at the emerald lake of <em>Sangla Kanda</em>, set prettily in the lap of a mountain, barely hidden away in a forest of pines and poplars. There is a little agglomeration of households, that station themselves here for part of the year. Essentially these are shepherd families with a bit of settlement and agriculture. When the snows thaw, they move in and when it covers up with the white blanket again, they move down to <em>Sangla</em> and beyond.</div>
<div>We regruped at <em>Sangla Kanda</em> by 1700. I think, there was a bit of despair in the team about the decision to camp at <em>Sangla</em> for the night. That meant an hour or two more of trek. Anyways, team moved ahead and all except for <em>Pramod, Seema, Ravin, Jaisingh</em> and I were at <em>Sangla</em> before nightfall.</div>
<div>The five of us proceeded at a speed that <em>Seema</em> could handle. There did not seem to be any bone injury, but one could not be sure. She had a grim determination on the face and would never let any internal agony show up. She along with <em>Pramod</em> and <em>Ravin</em> chatted their way down like a merry bunch of children while <em>Jaisingh</em> and I led ahead.</div>
<div>That night we almost crawled into <em>Sangla</em> at 2030 in the night. When the average speed decreases, the hours seem longer than they actually are and the distances seem infinite, till the mind succumbs to the appeals of the tired muscles. I was never more tired in the entire trek.</div>
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<div>As one enters the <em>Sangla</em> town, the all too familiar symbols of modernity materialises almost instantaneously. Potatoe wafers and aerated drinks dominated the display racks of the small shops that were about to close business for the day. After managing one’s way through the complex maze of trails and concrete walkways, we finally climbed the steps leading to the main market on the <em>Sangla-Chitkul</em> highway.</div>
<div>The market place was half a kilometer in its length and comprised of shops on both sides. Some selling snacks and some mobile re-charge cards. There were some <em>Tibetian</em> eating joints and some hotels providing accommodation. At the end of the market was the stately building of the <em>PWD</em> guesthouse that <em>Suma</em> had been mentioning in many of the tele-conversations.</div>
<div>Thankfully, a hotel had already been arranged just opposite the <em>PWD</em> Guesthouse, with running hot water! Steaming dinner was getting prepared by the time we reached. After taking a refreshing bath and washing my Trek-trousers (which colored an entire bucketful of water black!), it was time to prepare for the next leg of the trek.</div>
<div><em>Suma</em> had joined in from <em>Bangalore</em> and immediately enjoined upon the team effort by volunteering to examine <em>Seema’s</em> injury status.</div>
<div><em>Hardik</em> had decided to leave for home from <em>Sangla</em> itself. After all that injury ridden experience of the previous leg of the trek, he was in no mind to continue. <em>Suma</em> was going to replace him as the 9th Member. Ration and other supplies had to be revictualised for the next leg of the trek.</div>
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<div><a href="http://snowscapes.blogspot.com/2009/08/shwet-digant-part-2-twin-passes-trek.html">(To be continued in Part 2)</a></div>
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<div>Some Pictures from my camera:</div>
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<div>Selected Videos of the Stage 1</div>
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<div><em><span style="color:#0000ff;">[ Original publication at </span></em><a href="http://www.snowscapes.blogspot.com/"><em><span style="color:#0000ff;">www.snowscapes.blogspot.com</span></em></a><em><span style="color:#0000ff;"> on August 15, 2009–the readers are requested to express their comments on the original Blog as mentioned above ]</span></em></div>
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