Travel Tales - Himachal

The Beauty of Himachal

I have been residing for a year now in Jammu. Himachal Pradesh is next door but I got to visit some parts of this beautiful State only a few days ago!

My travel itinerary --- Jammu ---- Dalhousie  (via Pathankot) ---- Yol ---- Macleodganj ---- Dharamshala ---- Palampur ---- Andretta ---- back to Jammu
And all this in three days!!!

The Pine forests of  Dalhousie

Trekking to Kalatop

Pine forests, Lakes and undulating Meadows in Khajjiar

Hydrangeas and Larkspurs in full bloom 

Dalhousie Public School nestling in the hills

Quaint market place  - Dalhousie

The Norbulingka Monastery in Dharamshala

Mcleod ganj -- bit too congested!

The skies suddenly turned black on our way to Mcleod ganj

The Bhagsunag falls --- Can you spot it???

Another Dal Lake near Mcleod ganj

St. John's Church in the Wilderness - only building to survive the 1905 earthquake in Kangra

The Kangra Fort

The snow covered Dhauladhar kept us company

Tea gardens on our way to Palampur

Saurav Van Vihar at Palampur - the Martyr is remembered

The Shobha Singh Art Gallery at Andretta - Unbelievable!!

I also visited several temples on the way - the famous Jwalaji temple where the eternal flame continues to burn, the Brojeshwari temple and the Chamunda temple.

Travel tales

To Vaishno Devi's abode

This was a trip I had wanted to go on for some time. It is said that you can go there only when the goddess calls you to her abode. Well, my call came and my husband and I trekked the Trikuta hill to reach the cave where the goddess resides.

We began the journey from Katra, a town close to Jammu.  We began our walk at 7 pm and in the May summer heat, this provided us much needed respite from the blazing sun. We began the climb from an area crowded with people and mules. Pilgrims were haggling with the muleteers about prices, those climbing on foot were getting their sticks ready and some were being lifted in a chair like contraption called Palki, onto the shoulders of four men. I had decided to make the climb on foot and so began the three and a half hour arduous journey to the Vaishno devi temple. The food kiosks along the route, the lights and the prayers blaring from the mikes made this journey like one on a regular highway, only this was a steep climb. I had made this trek three decades ago as a school kid with my parents and when I visited this time I could not recognize the place. Today there is a cemented wide road covered by a tin roofing all the way. Amenities like drinking water, toilets, eating joints are available at every turn.

 At places the route is divided into two, one for the mules the other for humans. All along the route, bags full of fodder are kept for the four legged. Cleaning operations continue 24X7 after the mules unload on the path. The halfway stop is the Ardh Kumari cave which we bypassed while climbing. About a kilometer before reaching here, we took the route used by battery operated cars. This one does not allow mules and the cars stop operating after 5 pm. So the crowd is missing. 

The glittering temple complex at night

However, the road is still an upward climb. While halting for a minute to get my breath back and coax my legs to move, I watched those who came down. I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy. The good thing we did was to keep walking with just a minute’s break at times to catch up on our breathing. Towards the upper reaches, the air was cooler and this made our trek so much better. When we finally reached the temple complex, the area was teeming with thousands of pilgrims. It did not seem like 10.30 at night. The area was blazing with lights and prayers. I really needed to collapse in bed as my body told me it was about to give up. Thankfully we had booked a room at Kalika Bhavan from where we collected our passes for the Aarti the next day and after climbing the last few steps to the room I gave in to blissful sleep.

Next day, we were ushered in the enclosure in front of the cave for the aarti ceremony which began precisely at 6.20 am. The timing is precise because this part of the worship is telecast all over the country everyday at this time and in the evening. By the way, not all can be a part of the aarti. You have to pay Rs 1000 per head to sit in a group of 300 or pay Rs.16000 to sit in a group of 8. After the sermon by the head priest and the chanting from the Upanishads, which we followed along from the prayer books given to us as we entered the hall, we were allowed to take a closer look at the deity. As I entered the narrow cave, to reach the sanctum sanctorum, cold water from the mountain springs dripped on me and the floor was wet. This is an ancient cave and the gods were worshipped as manifestations of nature. Here we have three rounded rocks, known as pindi (around which there is too much of tiling and décor added by the shrine management). The rock formations are aspects of goddesses Mahalakshmi (wealth), Mahasaraswati (learning) and Mahakali (destruction). In fact, Vaishno devi is another name for the goddess Mahalakshmi. We are not allowed to enter the temple carrying mobile phones, cameras, wallets and anything in leather.

After a good breakfast, which might be toned down a bit if you are planning on more climbing, we climbed towards the Bhairon temple, another hour’s steep climb right to the top of the hill. After the four hour sleep the night before, I had some apprehension, but did manage. This trek was really beautiful. The route wasn’t covered on the top with tin sheets, and we walked by the side of a forest in the hills with thick vegetation and a cool breeze. A ropeway is being constructed from the Vaishno devi temple to the Bhairon temple. We were right at the top in an hour and then began our descent. This time we did not have to worry about breathlessness but suffered pain in the knees and muscle pain in the legs. On our way down, we saw the helicopters taking off from the helipad, ferrying pilgrims from close to the Bhairon temple, to Katra. 

We reached Ardhkumari in a little over an hour. This area has a cave where the goddess was supposed have stayed for nine months. Years ago on my visit here, I had entered this cave and had marveled at the narrowness. This time though we did not attempt to enter the cave as the waiting time was long. After a quick halt and refreshments we began the last leg and took another hour and a quarter to reach Katra. The sun was shining fiercely and I was glad when I was inside the car again heading home. For quite a distance I could see the Trikuta hill and I could not take my eyes off from the Ardhkumari temple visible from the road heading to Jammu. Had I really climbed all that way up?

Each day thousands of pilgrims, young and old, make their way to the temple, braving odds. What drives them? This call from the Goddess?