Day 8- A week in the Mountains

It took me a while to get the jist of the city Shimla. But then I realized it takes me while to get the jist of any place. It all comes slowly to me like silent footsteps of coming season. I have always been a slow learner.

I guess shimla had a lot to offer but it was me who was unable to grasp it. Shimla was all garnished with Honeymooners and Tourist. It appeared more like a movie set rather than a hill station. Shimla harbors the oldest church of North India named “Christ Church” and some of the most beautiful architecture buildings of British era. It is slightly costly than other towns being the state capital and commercial hub. I read somewhere “I am in Shimla and I love walking” yes, Shimla is better off on foot. The main tourist attraction was the Hanuman temple over the hill, mall road and Buildings. Shimla will be a good halt for bag packers if there are looking for electronic items, clothing etc. It will be all available to you as this place is well equipped but watch out for higher prices.

So, our two day stay in Shimla rewarded off on the eve of second day, I was walking down for the building of advance studies which was recommended by a co-walker. It began to rain heavily for which I had to take to a lift, it was a Government of India car and I realized it after waving out to the driver. He stopped and asked me to step inside the car, he looked like a once upon a time solider, neatly shaven and lean built. That’s the thing with north India you will always spot young men appearing like defense army. He dropped me off at State Museum which looked like a British Era relic. The building of Advance studies was still twenty minutes far, I had to walk down the road though after a while it started to pour heavily. It all looked perfect- clouds roaming between my feet, narrow roads and greenery all over. I stood beneath a tree, in few minutes I spotted a figure it appeared like a ace person walking on the roads since all his life. He was Mr.Khatri he looked like as if he just jumped out of a novel, such a graceful voice and face, he must be over 60- I said to myself. Mr.Khatri was gracious enough to take me to his humble abode, his wife prepared hot tea which was like a wish come true. Both of them looked like an ideal couple, they aged together gracefully and were still flirtatious with each other. Mr. Khatri and his company were the best part of Shimla for me.

We took a bus to Out(Mandi), where we met our Gurujee (Masterjee). Now Masterjee is unique in his own way- He appears more like Osho, with his all round radius head gear and white beard. Gurujee is blessed with amazing energy and he can go on and on talking to you, with or without your interest. Gurujee was accompanied by Panditjee and Kashmir singh, both of them spoke comparatively less and gurujee addressed the former one as his body guard and the later his driver.
It was a funny in a way- and yes just to tell you that I met gurujee while I was assisting in a stupid television commercial- Yes, Gurujee is an aspiring actor.

Our three day stay in Sainj, Mandi and Manikaran was amazing, it was then when I lost the track of time and date. If you notice hence the name Day 8 for this article’s heading, and I still have no goddamn idea about today’s day & date. Gurujee took us to Parvati valley- its a dream place and a must must must visit in North India. I can shout aloud right now, that Parvati valley is the best place I have so far visited. The sound of river rushing through the valley enters your heart, you literally breathe it. Once I walked up with little school girls towards their homes, one of them stopped and drank water from the flowing river, I had few gulps too. I must mention that was the purest water I have ever tasted. We treked up a wrong mountain, ate at a river side (Literally) inn and slept at a ministerial guest house, all thanks to Gurujee.

Tiny wooden colourful homes standing out on the mountain slopes ad-mist green background is what I admired through my stay. The villages were concise comprising of 4-5 families, they would grow their own food and raise cattle. If this narration doesn’t sound new to you, then you Dear reader ! are a lucky ass, but if it does then Kindly visit- Sainj, Parvati valley and Kasol in Himchal Pradesh, India.

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Little town blues- Day two

It appeared out of nowhere, resting against the mountain wall that little tea stall, made out of wood painted thick bottle green. Layed lonely through out the mountain strech. The shame is I couldn’t take a picture of it.

I will always remember Dharampur as a beautiful town. It has a miniature toy train station just like in those hill station murder mysteries. Huge bungalows with brown wooden doors and a touch of punjabi in almost everything. We stayed the night at Sethi home stay what a memorable view from the room, we were served hot tea & parothas with butter cubes for breakfast.

We left for Kasauli in the morning took a bus which reached within an hour. Kasuali the birth place of Ruskin bond is filled with military boroughs. Long streched, delicate and colourful roads. Almost every home has a private road or a stair case attached to an ornamental gate with bells and arches looming above.Kasauli also has a town church and a heritage market. The town is garnished with tiny tea stalls all over the marketplace. Somehow it reminded me of Kirostami’s The winds will carry us.

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Girl from north country- Day one

The great Himachal pradesh and Jammu kashmir trek rolled off today after spending couple of days with mates in delhi.

Took a Rs 285/- bus from Delhi Isbt its suppose to be a general one. I have a co traveler too his name is Akshay, he is an aspiring actor and an amazing person by heart.

I feel stupid not having appropriate trek shoes. You see I come from a family where one can just not spend a fortune on shoes no matter how exquisite they are. We are okay with money matters because we save a lot, I guess. But I do feel stupid.

Anyway, I got a tent from a good friend Hemant and I picked up bag pack from mumbai and a fur coat from delhi. I hope that suffices in other matters.

kasuali in himachal pradesh is our first mark in iteniray and the bus is till dharampur which is nine hours from here and its 14:00 right now.
I am a little sleepy and worried about my phone battery. Akshay has two phones I should have picked another one too from delhi. But I didn’t, I don’t know why.

Dylan’s How many roads must a man walk, before you call… is echoing in my radiohead. Would work wonders for a background score if this was my movie and titles were fading in.
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abeerkhanletsgo:

Summer

I often reflect,
the way it connects.
Prancing on crunching leaves,
timeless withering trees.

Haunting blue haze,
Few, far gone days.
One summer afternoon,
age secretly marooned.

A child crossing the street,
Light laughing through the leaves.
Roads,crossroads places running by
A city engulfing mind,
Striding, strolling years pass by.

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