By: Arunima Khunteta, CSE dual degree, first year
Sunshine sparkled her face as she came by
Dressed in white, her serene face shown.
The hair strand falling on her cheeks
And her fingers playing with them;
Something lay in her heart as she smiled.
What was it…! I wondered by
Her lips mumbled something that I did not grasp,
Her eyes twinkled as she spoke by
Then she held my hands and my heart skipped a beat.
Her laugh, her beauty,her charisma was so mesmerizing.
In her I drowned and my heart was with her.
Oh! how I loved her and adorned her.!
PS: Source and Picture credits to the owner.
By- Abhishek Suresh (EEE, 14285) Featured Image by- Shivam Dhuria (ECE, 14427)
The oil glazed skin of the momos were turning wrinkly. The chutney started getting runny. The froth on the coffee was gathering dust. On the ledge, was lying the bowl of soup, a swirl of ketchup floating on it. Yeah, he has strange tastes, but I tried it too, it actually tasted nice. The fake tomatoes went along well with the spices in the soup. Hey, I’m not gonna document my culinary experiences, some other time. This is another intrigue. He was busy sketching away on his tablet, rather oblivious to the grub we were chomping in silence. What was it, we didn’t know, we just kept staring at the creation that was going on, putting him into discomfort. Well, making fun of Kiran eased things out. The soup, just cold slurry now. Ugh! Why couldn’t he just finish it, I just can’t stand good food lying unattended. Anyway, white swirls, more white swirls, grey contours, swish, swoosh, every stroke, a step in genesis. The abstractness of it all, white lines and random projections.
The half done cigarette in his hand, Ollivander’s Gold Flake sending out grey trails. Flitwick, what is this charm?
White lines running through the graphic under progress. Much like the neural pathways sometimes you visualise running through your head when high. I like seeing lines run, and there was door in between. A portal probably? What’s running through his head? Two retro-esque strips in the bottom. A road leading nowhere.
Abstract art is some shit.
Take a small segment, and make an album cover of it.
Yet you just keep staring and try to make sense of it. Of the entropy in the creator’s head.
That Was Weird #Entry2
By: Jishnu Choudhury (3rd year, Civil)
As I with my aunt’s and my family strolled along the very busy wintry night of Mall Road Shimla, our eyes roved along the splendid night view from the Ridge Skyline, Christ Church, Old Gaiety Theatre of Victorian Gothic Architecture, The Viceroy Lodge and many more all decked up in colorful lights to welcome the new year. Our ears rocked to the Shimla Carnival 2015 and to the buzz of festivity in bars and restaurants. For the first time our taste buds relished the Cone Pizzas and Paw Bhaji of Cones and Curries.
What attracted us the most was the magnificent orange coloured statue of Lord Hanuman, the Monkey god, that loomed above the Deodar treetops in the Jakhu Hills. Its highness stood tall in its majesty if blessings and protecting everyone below.
The following morning, thrill and excitement increased as the uphill winds and turns through the every green beauty of Deodars, Rhododendrons took us to the Jakhu Hills. At the top of the Hill is an old temple of Hanuman and what makes the place really magical is the perpetual presence of the denizens of the Hill. As we purchased the Puja items, the Vendor warned us that visitors are bullied by the mischievous monkeys, who brazenly snatch away spectacles in lieu of Prasad and edibles . He gave us walking sticks to evade them and get our specs opened to be kept secured in the bags. I was the sole hero not following any of their orders, swaggering around and exploring my new D3200 as 3 years in Monkey Zoned NITH gave me the intuition that monkeys are weak in tea. Religious sentiments now have been accompanied by fear and excitement. As we walked upstairs towards the temple the calm and sedated animal watched every move we made, sometimes following along behind as tourists have always been there only on suffrage.
A few long flight of steps and we were into the temple courtyard to the very feet of the 108 foot statue of the God that the mountain is sacred to and whose people reside there – Lord Hanuman, the Monkey God. The scenic view made us forget the monkey mischief (about which I was least concerned right from the beginning), and started posing selfies, groupfies to preserve the great memory. But suddenly one of Lord Hanuman’s servants mugged me. To be more precise this shifty looking brute (IMAGE OF THE MONKEY) on the roof waited until I turned around, pounced on my back, and ripped my spectacles from my face (luckily the little scratches like the fingers of a miniature Freddy Kruger, were not deep). So there I was, blind, peering at a large group of monkeys trying to figure out which of them had my specs. Rhesus macaque do not like being peered at. Nope, not one bit. So they all yelled their arses off which attracted the attention of every other monkey on the mountain. It was all a little creepy, just like this monkey’s unsettling stare.
After a long negotiation with the troop which included half-eaten packets of chips, one packet of little hearts and some amount of Prasad, finally it was mom who finalized the deal with a packet of bourbon. It jumped from the roof top, threw the specs and mother was fast enough to recover the vision aids before it became the target of other Rhesus macaques. Just as we offered our prayers to the Lord, we could hear a co-visitor shout, “Mera chasma! Mera chasma!”. Monkey menace has always been a common scenario in Jakhu temple and most other religious places of India. Though monkey pranks are fun to watch, they are dangerous too as there are incidents of scratches and injuries of tourists who require Medical attention. Monkey menace is increasing day by day as they are deprived of their natural habitat and of course their favorite bunch of bananas.
Advisory for people traveling to Jakhu Temple –If some monkeys take away your valuable items like mobile phone, shoes, or spectacles, do not try to throw stones at them. Instead be calm, get packets of edibles or bananas for them, and they will themselves give back your stuff.
That Was Weird #Entry1 (Arihant Verma, Alumnus NITH)
This is a story of 2nd year ECE batch, class of 2015. Like every other batch, we were academically divided (mainly for the labs and tuts, I think it is done?) into three groups: D1, D2 and D3. I was 11401 : D1. We had this thing, that whenever 3-4 people’s birthdays would be accumulated over a certain period of time, we’d go to DT or something and have a dinner together, us boys. Girls could never join, because the plan would always be of the nights.
So this was one of those nights, we were in DT. The alcohol people were having it, other people were having dinner and talking and laughing – the usual. One of the persons who was drinking, won a bottle of rum, after successfully completing the metric of a scheme DT was the host of: to drink 60ml, 8 pegs of something(I’m not an alcohol guy, pardon me), without soda or water, back to back in a limited amount of time. So with us 24 something boys, we had a new family member, which we had to stealthily sneak into the college without being caught.
The alcohol people had drunk more than they could carry without letting their legs roll weirdly, each one of them. So we had to assign a couple of people or three, the humongous but funny task, to take care of them and make them enter the college, by the walking paths.
We, the sober people, had one trip of the car which sent 10 people first, and then the DT car came back to pick the other 10. I was in the last 10. Obviously everybody couldn’t possibly fit and sit on the seats, so three of us sat in the trunk. One of us asked the driver to volume up the speakers. Windows were open, the trunk was open, mountain wind was coming in on us and swaying our hair like it was the love of our life. Until, something unexpected happened.
We had the bottle of rum with us, so we obviously took the gate 2 route. But 200 meters before it, we heard the sound of sirens. It was very unlikely that they were of an ambulance’s, since it wasn’t Bangalore. So in those 15 secs (that’s all what we had to act, and act fast), we determined through hit and trial that it had to be the night patrol, and we were to be stopped very soon. Driver stopped the car in those 15 secs, he was smart of a chap to understand it. In the next 5 seconds, one of us was quick enough to grab the bottle of rum, run and hide in the bushes across the road. This was the luckiest thing that happened to us that night.
We were stopped by the patrol, some 4 odd man with their long latthis and the guy who later would we get to know as DSP. We were ordered to come out and answer their loud yelling voiced questions :
“Daaru Peeke Masti karte ho?!”, “Bole! Bolte kyun nahi ab?!”.
We were crap scared. We tried telling them we were not drunk, but they wouldn’t take any answer. We stood in a perfect line on the mudded, secluded, side portion of the road and were constantly fired questions and occasionally their so thick latthis, when we failed to answer any of their questions (by the virtue of the fact that they wouldn’t let us speak, which was mad!). Then all of a sudden, and out of nowhere they started punishing us, right in the middle of the night. They ordered us again with threats unbounded:
“Sab ke sab Murga bano jaldi se”.
We didn’t even have any time to search for clues by looking at each other and were forced by their hands on our shoulders to get down and do what was being directed. So we complied tacitly.
15 minutes down this classroom like punishment, when we were all consoling ourselves in our minds :
“We aren’t drunk, we eventually would be let go of”,
their latthis started charging our bums hard, and harder when we weren’t able to maintain the correct Kukdoo Koo posture, and were being dragged by gravity to the ground. Our fear went to a whole new level. We weren’t able to think straight. After 20 minutes of this disguised classroom like punishment : which turned out to be a chicken latthi charge, we were asked to hold each other’s ears and do sit ups on the count, and oh! I forgot to mention, driver was doing everything with us😀. After around 200-300 sit ups we were allowed to stand after long. They started scolding us again :
“Kya karte rete hain aaj ke ye launde, dikki khuli hui, itna loud music, upar se tez car chala re hain, kuch dimaag hai bhi ya nahi?”.
That was the peak of the loudness of DSP’s pitch, when our CR (class representative) broke. He started crying, and that is when we all felt somewhat at ease, in the hope that something good might happen now. That was the first time, I was assured to look for something good to happen by someone’s crying. That was the most service oriented crying ever. God bless that timely cry.
We were checked for signs of Daaru manually (Hawaldaars closing in on our mouths and sniffing for alcohol). When none of us were found even slightly drunk, they had no other option but to leave us at gate 2 themselves. Of course they had to hold on to something, to ensure we weren’t mad enough to file a case on them for false charging and beating without reason.
“Take care, that you don’t sit in the trunk of a car, play such loud music in the middle of the night again!”.
And while parting, DSP said apologetically :
“I’m really sorry for what happened, if you ever happen to be near the police station, come by for some tea and snacks”.
We were like : “Yeah, right!”. We were stopped at 10 pm. By the end of this drama it was 12:15 am or something. There was another scene at the NBH’s gate, when we weren’t being allowed in. Finally after that was over, we were let in, we swore not to tell this to anyone. But eventually we did, didn’t we😉 The only thing that we kept making cases of over and over was, what if we had been caught with that bottle of rum.
This too is 2nd year’s story. New Chachu recruits had been given NBH’s night watch duty after 3rd sem. Ravinder came to my room and asked everybody, if anyone was hungry. Everybody was either busy playing FIFA or surfing the internet. I said I was. The moment I covered the steps that led to ground floor, I immediately turned towards more stairs that led to basement floor, but Ravi stopped me and said :
“Ari bhai, saamne waale gate se chalte hain, chachu ko pta lenge”.
I agreed. But when I saw there were new Chachus in the house, I’d already left all hope. 10 p.m. restriction was quite something those days. And on the advent of new Chachus, it was going to be ruthless. But Ravi as patau as he always is, tried to pamper chachus, but they denied. So, the only way we were to not remain hungry was to go by the back gate, as I’d originally wanted. We were coming around from there, but as soon as we were about to reach the front gate of NBH, we saw two silhouettes. But we kept closing in, since we were unsure of if they were people or something else. As soon as we were close enough to realize that they were Chachus waiting for us, so that they could catch us red handed, we were being chased by them in the opposite direction. I jumped off the 7-7.5 feet wall that runs along the boundary of NBH on the way towards Mega Hostel (What’s its official name? Himgiri or something?). Ravi did too, but twisted his ankle given to an unstable landing. But we continued running. Now let me tell you that Ravi is the kind of person who’s so jolly good a person, one can’t remain in an un-laughed state while being with him, even for a while. So when we barged in Shivak Sir’s room, Ravi got so paranoid by the chase that he helped himself into Shivak Sir’s quilt and hid like he was a criminal on the run. It was was surprising that I was seeing Ravi do this. I was in a state of surprise for a while. Shivak Sir and I laughed so hard, he eventually got out of the quilt, completely blushing of embarrassment.
This too is a 2nd year’s incident (God! did everything happen in 2nd year only? 😀 ). This one I got to know about only when I woke up next wintry day. My roommate, as sloppy as he could get in the winters had his blabber bursting in the middle of night, but was too lazy to come out of the quilt, let alone room. He took the middle path, he went in the balcony of our 4th floor room (B 408, NBH), and relieved himself without hesitation. This cartoon that I made Adeeba make, was published in SRIJAN 2015 and was inspired by him.
– Raghav Sharma (IIITU 15127)
I’m too proud that ‘am growing
With the swing of the time ‘am flowing.
Once I was short, just a tiny tot,
Dreaded of light who cried a lot.
You were the guardians, numbered two
In that scariest time, I knew very few.
You told me there is nothing beneath the bed.
Wind just crackled the window, don’t be so afraid.
And slept beside me giving me a strong hold;
Gave that lovely dream and swayed away the cold.
You told me you’re proud, your son is growing.
But mom it’s all your great reap that you’re sowing.
I am still a kid, I still fear.
It’s not the dark, nor the sound. I still cry a tear.
With every visit to home my pain grew deeper,
Your skin grew more brown, eyes grew weaker.
I am too afraid that you’re growing.
More to my scariest dreams, the time is flowing.
I am still a kid, I still cry a tear.
God take my body so that my parents’ll always be here!
By: Satyam Kumar (ECE, Final year)
Day 1 (Jaipur):
First, we headed towards Amber Palace (Amer Fort). If you are a student then it is much beneficial to you to know as entry fee is only 10 Rs. But for others it varies from INR 50-100 Rs. (Don’t forget to carry your Student id card). Amer Fort is known for its artistic Hindu style elements. With its large ramparts and series of gates and cobbled paths. The aesthetic ambiance of the palace is seen within its walls. Constructed of red sandstone and marble, the attractive, opulent palace is laid out on four levels, each with a courtyard. It consists of
A. Diwan-e-Aam, or “Hall of Public Audience”,
B. the Diwan-e-Khas, or “Hall of Private Audience”,
C. the Sheesh Mahal (mirror palace), or Jai Mandir, and
D. the Sukh Niwas where a cool climate is artificially created by winds that blow over a water cascade within the palace. Hence, the Amer Fort is also popularly known as the Amer Palace.
Then we headed towards Nahargarh Fort which is around 9 km from Amer Fort. Here also the entry fee is very cheap (5 rs I guess if you are a student) else it is expensive.
The fort was originally named Sudarshangarh, but it is now known as Nahargarh, which means ‘abode of tigers’. Here you can enjoy the mesmerizing view of Pink City Jaipur from the top of the Fort.
Due to lack of time we were unable to cover Jaigarh Fort as closing time for this fort was 6 pm. But if you have sufficient time then it is a “must go place”. Then we headed to Jalmahal. It is also in the vicinity of Amer. It has awesome view at night and you can even enjoy Rajasthani Street Food and can do window shopping.
Day 2 (For Food Lover):
We decided to spend this whole day on trying Rajasthani cuisines. We first went to Saras Parlour (famous for dairy products) near WTP(World Trade Park)– very famous mall of Pink City for breakfast. After breakfast there is a Lassiwala in GT Road. The Lassi- I can’t even write in words -so pure and delicious.
Then we went to Birla Temple. Birla Mandir is constructed in the finest quality of white marble and the look is stunning during night. But unfortunately we visited there during afternoon. There is a museum also beneath the temple and a well maintained Garden where you can relax and can even hangout with partner.
Then for lunch we went to LMB Hotel at Johri Bazar. The prices are too high but believe me it was worth. Everything was like mouth watering.
Then we spent some time at WTP stalking girls :p and then went to Chauki Dani where you will taste real Rajasthani Cuisines. Entry Fee was 650 but in this they will provide you Rajasthani Thali(Dal , Baati , Choorma, and much more) , Folk Dance(On special occasions) , Puppet Show and you can even do Camel Rides , Elephant Ride and much more activities. It is totally based on Rajasthani Culture . If you really want to experience Rajasthani Culture, this is the place for you.
Day 3 (Udaipur):
We were very confused between Udaipur and Jodhpur. As we had only one day time limit people suggested us to go for Jodhpur, but I had heard about Udaipur a lot and I somehow convinced friends for “Udaipur: City of Lakes”. As Udaipur is around 600 km from Jaipur so we planned to take overnight journey.
We first visited Nathdwara Temple @ 5 am and luckily able to get Aarti also. This temple has highly religious Importance as I could see from the crowd; even at 5 am and the place was around 40 km away from Udaipur.
One of our friend was from RNT Medical college(Udaipur) ,so we went to his hostel, freshened up and had some breakfast. Around 10 am we left his hostel for Fatehsagar Lake. The lake has good atmosphere and and you can do boating. But it has extra charges. There is a park nearby which has some entry fee. The park has a museum based on Maharana Fateh Singh. There is also a Shivaji Staute and going in depth of forests you can even enjoy Lake view from top.
From Fatehsagar we left for City Palace. Entry fee- 100(for students) + 100(Camera Charges). This place is a must go place. It has basically a museum covering whole Rajasthan History(of all warriors). The City Palace was built in a flamboyant style and is considered the largest of its type in Rajasthan, a fusion of the Rajasthani and Mughal architectural styles, and was built on a hill top that gives a panoramic view of the city and its surrounding, including several historic monuments. The museum is so huge that you Should have at least 90 minutes to cover it properly.
After City Palace we went to Lake Pichola(Cover this during evening) where we enjoyed the mesmerizing and astonishing view of sunset. It was really awesome. Then we covered two nearby ghats from where you could see Jagmandir at its best look and realize why Udaipur is called city of lakes.
Our Decision of choosing Udaipur was justified and guys if you have more time then there are 2-3 places which we didn’t cover like Sajjangarh Fort , Jaisamand Lake etc.
by: Apoorva Sharma (15510)
You’d love her,
The one with a face
Not that lethal;
One who’s more of a rain ,
You’d love her,
The girl who is busy
More with novels,
Than dressing up;
Who’s rather silent ,
Than rhythms and words.
You’d love her,
The one who makes you
Drop deep down an ocean,
Than swim safe ashore.
Would you ?
by: Satyam Kumar (ECE Final year)
Two travelers with twenty NITians left the college campus and began their unforgettable journey of 2016. “Chalo Badka Ji!”
Day 1: Kangra Fort Conquered!
We started our journey early in the morning. First we went to Kangra Fort. It is the largest fort in the Himalayas and probably the oldest dated fort in India. A long and narrow passage leads up to the top of the fort through the series of gates. At the top, it was very foggy and one can get the views of good snow clad mountains. We clicked some photos and after spending about an hour, we left for Dalhousie.
Two kilometers before Dalhousie, there is a waterfall named Panchpula. Waterfall is shrouded by green blanket of Pine and Deodar trees and enfolds refreshing water streams. It is a nice spot, where we spend some time and enjoy the loveliness of exotic waterfalls and the refreshing streams. A monument has been built here in memory of the great freedom fighter, Sardar Ajit Singh. The monument is built near the streams and has amazing craftsmanship. Nearby this waterfall there are few food and tea stalls where we had some snacks and started the trek of 1.5km to Ganji Pahadi.
Ganji Pahadi gets its name from the bald patch of the Barkota hills of the Himalayas. It provides the most amazing views of the surroundings. The freshness in the air at the top of Ganji Pahadi is intoxicating and is a perfect spot for an outing. The trek was little prostrate but after reaching the top we feel more enthusiastic and energetic, and it takes much less time to down-trek.
We checked into a hotel at Dalhousie, put our luggage there and went to roam at mall road. Then we had our dinner at some restaurant. At the hotel we spent the night playing Dumb Charades and Cards (UNO and Playing cards). Cards are the best way to interact and chill around. We were laughing and shouting so loud that the hotel people received complaints from others.
Day 2: Bow down to Pohllani Devi
We planned to start the day by first visiting the Dainkund Peak. On the way, we came across DPS (Dalhousie Public School) having maintained peaceful gardens and air force campus where it has a Airplane, a Tank and a ship. We stopped there for a while and click some selfies and then proceeded towards Dainkund. Dainkund is known to be the highest peak of Dalhousie with a height 2745 m above sea level. We found some snow there and there began snow fight among us. We tried to make some structures and had all sorts of fun one could have in snow. Then from there was a trek to Pohllani Devi of 2kms. During the trek we interacted with a local girl who carried a rabbit named Chiku with her. It was so cute like Awwww (Girls’ Reaction :p) and we captured some snaps with it and then we proceeded towards the next destination.
On reaching there, it provided a magnificent panoramic view of Pir Pranjal ranges and its valley. It was a breathtaking experience. The view was totally awesome. There was a Kali Devi temple at the top where no one was allowed to go except for the “Poojaris”. But for our satisfaction and the myths that we had heard of, we climbed up above. We had maggie and tea there. Maggie is always a part of trips in Himachal.
During the return journey, we covered Kala Top Wild Life Reserve. We had heard so much about it like it houses a plethora of various fauna such as the Himalayan Black bear, Pheasants and Himalayan black marten etc. But we unfortunately didn’t find anything like that and without spending much of time there, we left for Khajjiyar.
On the way to Khajjiyar, there was a road jam because a car had fallen down in the trench a few hours ago. It happened because the roads were slippery due to deposition of molten hard snow. We along with some localities tried to make the road a little rough so that vehicles could pass through it. After sometime we succeeded and headed forward.
At Khajjiyar we first had dinner and then booked a hotel. We had a bonfire with horror stories and goose bumps. There was a small village uphill to our hotel. Some houses were visible to us from our bonfire point. Suddenly at the middle, one room’s light started blinking with awkward voices and the heartbeats of many were fastest at this point. But then we realized it was electricity fault and the voice was that of monkeys. The night was spooky. We were completely involved in the horror stories when suddenly Sagar played the audio of a screaming woman in his phone. Two of us freaked out at once. Then we went to our rooms, took some deep breath and went for sleep as it was already very late (2 am).
Day 3: Mini Switzerland of India!
After waking up from last scary night, we first went to Shiva Temple which has 81 foot Lord Shiva Statue. Then we went to the famous Khajjiyar Ground which is often nicknamed as Mini Switzerland of India. It was a stretch of green land with a water body (Khajjiyar Lake) in the center and the closer look at the water made us squirm, it almost looked like a sewer. With pine trees all around it is picturesque and perhaps would look even more beautiful with snow. It offered various activities like horse riding, paragliding, zorbing etc. But these activities were a bit costly and most of us had already tried all these activities. So we decided to invoke the childish memories and we played chain-chain, ice-water, kho-kho and ate cotton candies. Sweet! This was something more amazing and we felt like if there is paradise on Earth, this is it. We enjoyed Khajjiyar at its best.
After travelling some distance there was a point where famous Bollywood movie “Gadar” was shot. We stayed there for a while and left for Jwalamukhi Temple which has highly mythological importance. Under the gaze of the Dhauladhar range and set amidst the undulating hills that character sub-Himalayan Himachal Sati’s tongue is believed to have fallen at Jwalamukhi and the goddess is manifest as tiny flames that burn a flawless blue through fissures in the age old rock. We reached there by 8 pm so luckily we were able to attend the “Aarti” and get the “Prasad”.
Finally the saga of exhilarating journey with my dearest English Club had come to an end. Probably this was my last trip with the club, but nothing less than an ultimate safari. I thank them for those precious and unforgettable moments. Each and every moment spent with you guys have been imprinted on my heart. I am going to cherish every moment throughout. Your companionship is ineffable for me and perhaps I won’t be able to find such good Jungoos…Friends to be precise. 😦
I am not crying like Sagar for half an hour…but it’s like I am going to miss this phase of my life.
by: Satyam Kumar (ECE Final Year)
I have been to several treks in Himachal, but this trek was an arduous one. This was the most ecstatic trip I have ever been to. So I decided to share this trekking experience.
We left our college at midnight so that we could reach the Janjheri (base camp of the trek) by morning and could start the trek at 7am. After reaching Janjheri, we decided to go further at Rajgarh from where trek was about seven kilometers.
Since we had left the college at midnight so we had no time to purchase any eatables. We thought we would buy foodstuffs from the base camp. But when we reached Rajgarh we realized that there was no one to welcome us but only an old hut which seemed to be closed for years. It was all covered with snow and also gave a haunted impression. To spoil the suspense it was actually haunted. This we came to know when we reached the destination. Yes! we did observe some paranormal activities.
First one was the spookiest to me. The hut was locked from the outside but we could clearly hear some kind of pleasant music coming from inside. We wondered why would anyone lock himself and keep playing with musical instrument or something. We tried to convince ourselves with factual possibilities but could not come up to any strong conclusion.
Other one made us realize what haunting and fear mean. The moment the music from the inside of hut stopped, we got alarmed and paused our conversation. Then instantly, two among us observed a sudden appearance and disappearance of something. They couldn’t make out what it was. But they were sure that it was something strange, something that brought negative vibes with it.
At that point we were really scared, some of us even wanted to escape the place and go back. But we gathered courage and proceeded to trek.
The snow on the way was four to five foot deep which made it very difficult to trek on it. After trekking around three kilometres, we discovered the fact that we didn’t have water left with us. We could obviously not get water in the middle of the trek. After 4km, one of our friend fainted down because of weakness and thirst. The snow all around appeared ridiculing us. I recalled a line from school time poem that said,”Water water everywhere, not a drop to drink.” We somehow helped the friend in swoon to wake up and completed the trek.
When we reached at the top, there was nothing to eat, no shops, no sign of human life infact. Thankfully we saw Pandit Ji. We communicated with Pandit Ji and he told us that even he himself had arrived there a day before. This was because the trek was officially closed by H.P government and was reopened last morning only. He said that we will not be getting any food to eat. We were really exhausted and needed food and water desperately.
Pandit Ji provided us with water and then we requested him to get us some food. He gave us food from what he was going to eat. He gave us some rice which was enough for getting down the trek. He seemed like God to us. He was our saviour.
Later we talked about the hut with him and he told us the story which goes like this:
“Around 5 years ago, there was a lady who committed suicide. She was a great devotee of Shikari Mata. Now, her soul roams around there but it doesn’t harm anyone.”
Pandit Ji also told us the famous Story of Shikari Devi: According to him, the hunters in early years once worshipped the Goddess on mountains asking for success in their hunt. That old temple and Goddess is believed to be in existence from the time of Pandavas.
It was very strange fact that there will be no snowfall on the top of temple which was roofless. And yes we also observed that there was full snow outside the Temple premises but there was not even a mark of snow or water inside the temple.
Then we had some pictures clicked and purchased about thirty percent of the PRASAD as our food for the rest of the trek. Finally, we left Pandit Ji with a goodbye and went on our way back. After three hours of walk in the snow, we reached down at the base camp and almost immediately left for the college.
In this 10 hours trek (i.e. 4 and a half hours of up-trek plus 2 and a half hours of stay at the top and 3 hours of down-trek), we experienced all emotions. We realized the importance of being together. We realized how tough it is for people living these snow clad mountains. Fun, hardships, laughter and friendship were put in this trip all together.