An azure sky above, the silvery Dhauladhar ranges on one side, the lush green fields on the other and a smooth road right in front of you, can be reasons enough to send you into Wordsworthian bliss.
|Scooped by Rohan Singh|
Kangra, Himachal Pradesh, India
An azure sky above, the silvery Dhauladhar ranges on one side, the lush green fields on the other and a smooth road right in front of you, can be reasons enough to send you into Wordsworthian bliss. If William Wordsworth could dance with joy at the sioght of the golden daffodils beside the lake, I was no less exultant with the fields beside a tiny well with a traditional petite pulley. As always the Kangra valley bubbling with life and colours.
The Kangra valley in Himachal Pradesh is vibrant with life; only one needs to be receptive to it twittering birds roosting at the Pont dam, chirping children at play, the leisurely pace of life and the beauty of humans and nature. It is all so poetic! So inebriating! The valley unfolds its mystery with a slow rhythm, reserving the best secrets for those who venture further. I am an ardent admirer of Kangra's enigmatic appeal, its art, culture and history, the sacred awe of its temples, its deep, unfathomable valleys and the crowning Dhauladhar. Sharing it with family allowed me to encounter and savour it all over again with fresh eyes.
The usual sight-seeing landmarks that one wishes to frequent during a trip are all common knowledge; beautifully worded and enticingly illustrated tourist brochures say it all - routes, climate, places to see in the vicinity. The "fact files" are thee to guide you briefly. But there is more to a journey than sigh-seeing; it is the colour, the rhythm of life, the beauty on roadsides that can be a part of your being. The joy as well as hassles of travelling on Indian roads tell much more and stay longer in memory. It was the beauty of a simple farmer woman's visage that started me on my search for the varied aspect of life during my travels this December.
We had taken a wrong bifurcation and stopped to enquire the route. A farmer woman working by her field on the road side lifted her head when we asked her. God, what beauty in simplicity! It was a simple face, with buttery complexion, large black eyes and a large red ‘bindi' on her forehead. We marveled at the confidence with which she gave the required directions, on another occasion, taking a village road we enquired of a gentleman, "How is the road?" "Oh, ticham tich. Eddam tich!" that was his rustic humour to convey brifly that the road was "A-one". Such jovial people make the drive happy as you tend to enjoy the jokes for long till you stumble upon something new.
As if to add more colours to the existing ones, there were the local buses - deep red, mauve,green and yellow. Some had fancy names - there was a "Rajdhani Express with ‘sadharam kiraya", there was a "Suparfast Express" which stopped at every nook and corner hailing passengers and then there was a New-Luk Bus which rattled miserably. But that is life in the country side and one has to have nerve to feel it, to laugh at it and to board the "express of life"!
We had taken a temple circuit but it was the trifle of life, the trinkets that held my fancy. To spirituality, later - till them, let us hail life as it is a glorious testimony to the shining moment of Truth!