Showing posts with label himalaya. Show all posts
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Sunday, June 21, 2015

Nako: the Cynosure of Kinnaur in Himachal Pradesh


Numerous lakes are spread over India; most of them are in need of revival while some others have been able to preserve their charm. Nako Lake, at an altitude of 3662 meter, doesn’t fit in these pigeonholes. On one hand, algae floating in the lake during summer might suggest that it needs a revival. On the other hand, though, during winter, the frozen lake becomes a hub for ice skating and other pastime for those who dare, which suggests it ceases to lose its charm.

The tiny Nako Lake has been named after the village Nako in district Kinnaur of Himachal Pradesh. One of the more popular tourist destinations, Kaza is close by the small Nako village, which leaves Nako less perturbed from tourist activities with only a brief stopover, if any. However, this should not leave one guessing if Nako is worth visiting or not. One look at this place is enough to leave you flabbergasted. Located in the Hangrang valley near the Tibet border, Nako village exhibit in abundance the distinctive appeal of a mountain village.
The journey to reach Nako is magnificent in itself. When your vehicle keeps taking a shower under the freezing cascades en route, you only wonder if you should be sitting on the rooftop of the vehicle. Perils of shooting stones falling on to you or your falling in the fast-flowing muck-laden river in the valley at the bottom and single lane of road (for some part of the journey) definitely makes you jittery. Before you get to drive on the newly well-built road, abundance of bends and potholes makes one leg of the journey highly palpitating. An iron bridge, similar to many more such bridges often with wooden decks in the region, stands tall at Khab, over the confluence of the river Sutlej and the river Spiti. The lush green hills in lower Kinnaur segues into inhospitable terrains, when you move towards upper Kinnaur. Dry soil, tiny bushes and loose boulders of all sizes dominate the hills instead of the verdure of the pine trees.


The village appears as sacred as the Himalayan peaks that surrounds it. Natives have learnt the science of cultivating the dry soil of the mountain the hard way. The slanting mountain favors terrace farming and villagers practice that as long as the snow doesn’t disrupt this profession. Presence of Buddhist temples, monastery and cornucopia of prayer wheels evince the staunch faith of the locals in spirituality. It’s easy to fall into the same rhythm once you land your feet on this modestly-sized hamlet.

Nako Lake is situated in the village. Water in the lake changes its appearance in concurrence with the seasonally dynamic reflection of the multitude of trees, miscellany of clouds and motley of hills. Trek to the mountains in arbitrary directions above the lake gives you sublime spectacle of the valley. Getting lost amidst the labyrinthine lanes of the village is intriguing as treading on unfamiliar territory is only another way to experiencing novelty. Stones with holy inscriptions abound the streets, prayer wheels are commonplace, and the breathtaking vistas are ubiquitous.

Even if for a shorter duration, stopover at Nako is warranted. The tranquility of the place leaves you spellbound and its glory urges you to come back. Whether you trek the hills, satiate your spiritual penchant or leisurely contemplate the panorama; Nako serves everything on your platter. Make some effort, and visit the fabulous Nako.


Saturday, May 24, 2014

Getting Rid of Stress at Har-ki-Pauri Ghat, Haridwar




I am sure I have taken dip in much colder and lesser polluted waters (streams mush closer to the Himalayan glaciers), but I wonder what is so special about the dip in the Ganges in Haridwar. Is it the peace of mind or the belief that all your misdoings will be washed off by dunking yourselves in the gushing waters of one of the holiest rivers in India that makes it so different?

I am one of those persons who hate going to religious institutions in pursuit of god. I am also the person who, by sheer chance, gets to go to such institutions a lot. My first trip to Haridwar was never motivated to appease anyone for my misdoings, nor was I encouraged at the thought of getting up at early morning hours just to go to one of the ghats and immerse myself in the gelid waters. I merely wanted to see how many people gather to do just that.

I was more inclined to do white river rafting at Rishikesh and Haridwar was on the way. When I got to know that Ganga Aarti, performed everyday at sunrise and sunset, at the Har-ki-Pauri ghat can give me a sense of people’s faith & belief in god, I decided to make a halt at Haridwar and witness it once. Although the morning aarti mayn’t exactly replicate the impression that evening aarti creates but I had to make do with the morning one as I was reaching Haridwar at odd morning hours.

I reached Haridwar at about 3 a.m. with another friend, found a place to sleep for the next couple of hours, just to get up again to experience the chill of taking a dip in the holy Ganges. We took our clothes with us and reached the Har-ki-Pauri ghat before sunrise. While the weather was gentle in May, water in the Ganges, which originates from the Gangotri glacier, at 5: 30 a.m., was understandably extremely cold. Only courage or faith can make you plunge that time. At that moment, courage helped me make the dive and boy, wasn’t it invigorating!

It was an experience I would not ever forget all my life. Neither the extreme pace of the mighty river ready to take one along nor the low temperature making it harder to breathe would make me come out. I remained in the river holding the supporting chains as long as I could. But coming out, I was at peace with myself. I felt overwhelmed. It was surely not cold. But even after taking the dip twice now, I am still scratching my head to understand what is it that makes you so relieved and unburdened after the dip. It made me feel alive and excitedly I joined the crowd for the Ganga Aarti. I can’t really say that I started believing in god from that day but now I do enjoy coming to Haridwar just to be part of the mass that show their trust for god.

Buses to Rishikesh keep departing from Haridwar. We left at around 9 a.m and reached within an hour. Go on to read White River Rafting at Rishikesh to get a glimpse of my experience of river rafting at Rishikesh.