The mission was to trek to the glacier called Gaumukh, a tract of 8km by 24km ice-body, the origin of the holiest of holy rivers Ganges or Ganga, highly revered by Hindu believers over millennia. The final destination of the trek had to be Tapovan, a wide-open meadow at the base of the picturesque Shivaling Peak could only be reached if snaking through the boulders and chunk of icebergs that remained on the surface of the glacier followed by a steep thousand feet climb. At the source, the Ganges named after ancient King Bhagirath, read Gangotri Tales to know the Hindu Mythology involved, as River Bhagirathi and confluences with River Alaknanda at Devprayag to become River Ganga that flows from north of India towards east covering a distance of 2480km to the Bay of Bengal.
Parvati Valley enthralls visitors for their various objectives over and over again. A large section of visitors are adventure enthusiasts, trekkers and photographers; next hold allure for world famous Marijuana, popularly known as Malana Cream, and psytrance-music for the vicinity known as Rave Party Capital of North India; and pilgrims, few of them also visit for their spiritual interest and upliftment as it retains perfectly the serenity and astonishing natural glamour. Now, its interesting that no matter how diverse their motive principle remains all of them possesses an inclination towards the gripping Hindu Mythology that bestow the landscape and gossips about those with interpretations of their own that many a times lack authenticity. But hey, its not history as if incidents involving real characters of blood and flesh took place, so distortion is fine; but yes, Mythology that involves supernatural being, and one could freely come up with new point of view and analysis, even if its history for that matter.
Therefore, lets dig as deep as possible. Continue reading “Mythology Airing across Parvati Valley”
Prelude: Before Dawn
It was dark, drizzling, cold and bleak at that hour, early in the morning when we found ourselves disembarked, by the wayside of Bhuntar accompanied by few other co-passengers who also boarded the bus from Delhi and had volition to reach Kasol, facing the dilemma that whether to reserve a taxi (only one in sight) or to tarry 2 hours in the hope of a State Transport bus that supposed to head to our destination. It took us not more than 2 minutes to take the taxi into consideration as we negotiated the fare with 0% discount to 1000 INR, being compelled to outset the journey. We crossed the bridge over the wide rocky riverbed of the conflux of River Parvati and Beas, unfortunately couldn’t figured anything out at that moment because of insufficient light as the phrase rightly states- ‘Darkest hour is just before the dawn.’; the taxi consort with rumbling River Parvati ascended almost the whole way, simultaneously we either hitched for chuckholes of poor conditioned road or tingled by sudden sharp treacherous turns the driver had to make very frequently.
The way the proverbs state : “The journey of a thousand miles begin with one step” , here lies the first step and “Miles to go before I sleep”, so lets not stop here, lets go. Explore.