New York was first New Amsterdam because the Dutch christened it so…Then the British came in and renamed it New York !
Soon came the Irish, Germans, Puerto Ricans and a million or so Jews …
And a huge melting pot of hardy strong DNA’s gave birth to a city .. Probably the WORLDS CAPITAL !!
Wow !! Isn’t Twinny lucky!
What a place to begin a journey ….The Big Apple !!!
New York is the birthplace of so much…
Creativity in theatre, films – you name it!
Creativity in producing conveniences … For everyday living,
Creativity in music… All sorts thrived … Rock and roll, jazz, soul
…The birthplace of Sport, of Mohammed Ali !
The ‘Float like a butterfly, Sting like a bee!’ Star of the Ring lived by his own rules!
God Bless his soul!
Here he is with his famous quotes!
SOOOOO New York!
The city’s people were hungry to be the very best… Driving them to produce prodigiously, in all fields.. Making iconic towers …To house the growing populace …as more and more people flocked to the city of dreams…
Be it for Broadway or Wall Street, the city just grew and grew, never giving up..
Not after Black Thursday …
Not after The Great Depression…
Not even after 9/ 11….
New York and its people just somehow crawled …out of the ashes,
reinventing themselves, Stronger than ever before …
Here’s the WORLD ONE Tower, Erected at the site of the destroyed Twin towers ..this is the tallest tower in the northern hemisphere .. And certainly the safest ever constructed ..
A symbol of hope …
Of resilience..
Of strength ..
Seen below, are the overwhelmingly poignant’REFLECTING POOLS’ with the names of the those who perished carved in stone around it.
A tribute …
A memory…
That shall survive…
Forever…
New York…a place to reflect…
A place to revel..
A place to be just YOU!
You could be chatting up a New York model…
Or simply pretending to be one!!! Ki pharak painda??!
And that’s all folks ..!
That’s all for today’s edition of Travels with Twinny !!
End March , Early April is replete with luring travel destinations but our group of 6 , been -there done -that women just couldn’t make up its mind !
Steered finally by the very attractive, very able , tireless Nandana , we set off to one of the only two doubly landlocked countries in this world .. wondrous Uzbekistan 🇺🇿 , the other being little Liechtenstein.
I had a hidden agenda . I wanted to meet my three year old god -daughter , Zoelle in Tashkent !
Her future had to be decided and the decision was not going to be easy .
Surrounded by land , some desert , some mountainous , Uzbekistan has cities which are each a breathtakingly beautiful ‘museum ‘ under the skies . Minarets poised like lighthouses with poems inscribed on their tiaras , gilded mosques with scintillating domes , mausoleums draped in precious jade and onyx , madrasahs ( universities )set in mulberry and elm lined courtyards , palaces of the ‘ khanate’ made of baked bricks, then decorated with tiles , each tile baked , painted ,glazed , numbered in brilliant hues of turquoise, azure , aquamarine . The Uzbek cities of KHIVA , BOKHARA , SAMARKAND simply dazzle !
Who could have created such magnificence you gasp in awe ??!.
And then you discover that it was our very own Shah Jahan’s grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather ….
Amir Temur !
(That’s 8 generations removed !)
Timur Lane lived from 1336 to 1405 AD . He was the nomad conqueror king who brought artisans and treasures from all the lands he conquered along the erstwhile conduit of that time ……the Silk route!
Apart from trade in spices , silk , cotton , wool gunpowder , Art in a fusion of unique styles ( Arabic , Persian , Zoroastrian, Mongol, Afghan , Chinese Han , Jewish ) germinated !
Pictures cannot capture the beauty , the symmetry, the grandeur!
Perhaps you can see it in Saloni’s eyes as she looks up at the great dome in Samarkand .
She , by the way , is the sweetest gal with a flair in understanding subtle nuances of different languages !
This talent was extremely helpful in a country where roughly 5 % speak English , the rest Uzbek , Russian ,Turkic , Tajik!
The Silk route , we learnt , was neither a road nor a route . Rather , it was a network of pathways traversing Central Asia over land from China to Turkey and back again … well before sea travel was discovered!
Here is a pictorial depiction of the silk route , in miniature !
Caravan Serais or resting posts were set up every 40 Kms or so ,where travellers could rest and goods be traded .
Marketplaces and Townships developed around the Sarais , auguring for a robust exchange of goods and an equally robust exchange of art ,culture , ideas ! Puppet processions , like the one we saw in Khiva must have been commonplace !
So also , a money changer on wheels , then likely on horseback !
Each Sarai -city became a bazaar capital and a festive cultural hub , a place of learning ( madrasahs )!
It was amazing to learn that ‘ Ghazals ‘are a gift by the legendary Uzbek poet and mystic Alisher Navoi ( 1441-1501AD ) to the Indian subcontinent!All part of the Silk Route wonders !
In fact , and I quote , ‘Few places on Earth have given ‘literature ‘ the importance it attained in Central Asia, where mighty and meek composed, recited, listened to or read, and lived with poetry as their constant companion.”
Wowww!
Here is a picture of a bactrian camel , the ship of
the desert .
Arts and crafts flourished! And How !
‘Suzani embroideries , zardosi ,
Carpet weaving etc , metal works , pottery !
Girls had to stitch and display several pieces of Suzani embroidery 🧵before they got married ..
the favourite motif being the pomegranate .. signifying prosperity / abundance / fertility / good fortune !
The land was rich !
It is said that children used to play with gold coins in the paradise land of Samarkand !
And if anyone doubted the power of the court of Amir Timur , he would simply say , ‘ Come ! See our buildings !’
Beholding the 18 kg buckskin parchment of the Quoran at the Hast Imam complex in the potentially seismic city of Tashkent was humbling .
This 7 th century AD Old manuscript is calligraphed in ancient Arabic and preserved as well as it can be .
We couldn’t take pictures but here is a copy …
The observatory built by Amir Timurs Grandson Ulugh Begh was a revelation too ! How clever was he !
How the heck did people manage centuries ago with no internet / no wifi to assist ??
The most accurate of calculations were made with precision using the simplest of tools ! See the angle of the ‘Light ‘ my friend , use sextants , astrolabes !
Use your eyes !!!
Entering the airy home of world famous miniaturist Toshev Davlat in Bokhara was a delight . After a specially curated Uzbeki meal of mutton soup , eggplant and cheese rolls, fresh salads and bread we were swirled almost like dervishes by his hypnotic Sufi discourse .’’ It is not important where a child is born , it is how and where the child is nurtured that is important ‘’
And true to that , he had adopted 35 children under his wing, teaching them the art of miniature painting , free of cost !
Opening new doors to life ! Mashallah !
Arty and hearty ! Just like YOU , NANDANA , I reflect !
Bibi Hanums ‘ikat ‘ house ( named after the wife of Amir Timur , er … one of them !) had us in a tizzy too !
No point in discovering a new land without bringing home memories …
So here I am displaying ‘ several ‘ of them …
An ikat velvet jacket !
Thank goodness , Soha , the girl who knows her weaves well , approved !
No messing with her , she has even written a well researched treatise on sarees!
Well if you think that was enough .. it isn’t !
You can’t come home from Uzbekistan without
a carpet , a camel bag and a smaller one for good measure !😊
Thankyou Neomy ….for your innovative skills in making light of these tapestries and somehow reducing the excess baggage bill !
Too bad I couldn’t get back any Rishtan pottery or Khiva puppets …
,
But took solace in the fact that I did manage a top hat ……
…., So useful to keep the Mumbai cold out ☺️!
And some half eaten Samarkand bread !😊
A big ‘ Raakhmat ‘ to Toshev ! In his ‘sage ‘words , lay the answers to my dilemma .
Please do note my Suzani Shawl !
‘Raakhmat ‘ too to our very capable tour guide ,
Atabek , and to our travel guides, Inyesta , Dennis , Gul , and Marie .
Also a big hug to my very wise ,very practical friend -for -all seasons Shaila … what would I do without you ?! Or your travel plug , your charger , your nail cutter , etc etc !
Most of all …..,,To you , NANDANA!
You took the lead , went all out and MADE things happen !
End March , Early April is replete with luring travel destinations but our group of 6 , been -there done -that women just couldn’t make up its mind !
Steered finally by the very attractive, very able , tireless Nandana , we set off to one of the only two doubly landlocked countries in this world .. wondrous Uzbekistan 🇺🇿 , the other being little Liechtenstein.
I had a hidden agenda . I wanted to meet my three year old god -daughter , Zoelle in Tashkent !
Her future had to be decided and the decision was not going to be easy .
Surrounded by land , some desert , some mountainous , Uzbekistan has cities which are each a breathtakingly beautiful ‘museum ‘ under the skies . Minarets poised like lighthouses with poems inscribed on their tiaras , gilded mosques with scintillating domes , mausoleums draped in precious jade and onyx , madrasahs ( universities )set in mulberry and elm lined courtyards , palaces of the ‘ khanate’ made of baked bricks, then decorated with tiles , each tile baked , painted ,glazed , numbered in brilliant hues of turquoise, azure , aquamarine . The Uzbek cities of KHIVA , BOKHARA , SAMARKAND simply dazzle !
Who could have created such magnificence you gasp in awe ??!.
And then you discover that it was our very own Shah Jahan’s grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather ….
Amir Temur !
(That’s 8 generations removed !)
Timur Lane lived from 1336 to 1405 AD . He was the nomad conqueror king who brought artisans and treasures from all the lands he conquered along the erstwhile conduit of that time ……the Silk route!
Apart from trade in spices , silk , cotton , wool gunpowder , Art in a fusion of unique styles ( Arabic , Persian , Zoroastrian, Mongol, Afghan , Chinese Han , Jewish ) germinated !
Pictures cannot capture the beauty , the symmetry, the grandeur!
Perhaps you can see it in Saloni’s eyes as she looks up at the great dome in Samarkand .
She , by the way , is the sweetest gal with a flair in understanding subtle nuances of different languages !
This talent was extremely helpful in a country where roughly 5 % speak English , the rest Uzbek , Russian ,Turkic , Tajik!
The Silk route , we learnt , was neither a road nor a route . Rather , it was a network of pathways traversing Central Asia over land from China to Turkey and back again … well before sea travel was discovered!
Here is a pictorial depiction of the silk route , in miniature !
Caravan Serais or resting posts were set up every 40 Kms or so ,where travellers could rest and goods be traded .
Marketplaces and Townships developed around the Sarais , auguring for a robust exchange of goods and an equally robust exchange of art ,culture , ideas ! Puppet processions , like the one we saw in Khiva must have been commonplace !
So also , a money changer on wheels , then likely on horseback !
Each Sarai -city became a bazaar capital and a festive cultural hub , a place of learning ( madrasahs )!
It was amazing to learn that ‘ Ghazals ‘are a gift by the legendary Uzbek poet and mystic Alisher Navoi ( 1441-1501AD ) to the Indian subcontinent!All part of the Silk Route wonders !
In fact , and I quote , ‘Few places on Earth have given ‘literature ‘ the importance it attained in Central Asia, where mighty and meek composed, recited, listened to or read, and lived with poetry as their constant companion.”
Wowww!
Here is a picture of a bactrian camel , the ship of
the desert .
Arts and crafts flourished! And How !
‘Suzani embroideries , zardosi ,
Carpet weaving etc , metal works , pottery !
Girls had to stitch and display several pieces of Suzani embroidery 🧵before they got married ..
the favourite motif being the pomegranate .. signifying prosperity / abundance / fertility / good fortune !
The land was rich !
It is said that children used to play with gold coins in the paradise land of Samarkand !
And if anyone doubted the power of the court of Amir Timur , he would simply say , ‘ Come ! See our buildings !’
Beholding the 18 kg buckskin parchment of the Quoran at the Hast Imam complex in the potentially seismic city of Tashkent was humbling .
This 7 th century AD Old manuscript is calligraphed in ancient Arabic and preserved as well as it can be .
We couldn’t take pictures but here is a copy …
The observatory built by Amir Timurs Grandson Ulugh Begh was a revelation too ! How clever was he !
How the heck did people manage centuries ago with no internet / no wifi to assist ??
The most accurate of calculations were made with precision using the simplest of tools ! See the angle of the ‘Light ‘ my friend , use sextants , astrolabes !
Use your eyes !!!
Entering the airy home of world famous miniaturist Toshev Davlat in Bokhara was a delight . After a specially curated Uzbeki meal of mutton soup , eggplant and cheese rolls, fresh salads and bread we were swirled almost like dervishes by his hypnotic Sufi discourse .’’ It is not important where a child is born , it is how and where the child is nurtured that is important ‘’
And true to that , he had adopted 35 children under his wing, teaching them the art of miniature painting , free of cost !
Opening new doors to life ! Mashallah !
Arty and hearty ! Just like YOU , NANDANA , I reflect !
Bibi Hanums ‘ikat ‘ house ( named after the wife of Amir Timur , er … one of them !) had us in a tizzy too !
No point in discovering a new land without bringing home memories …
So here I am displaying ‘ several ‘ of them …
An ikat velvet jacket !
Thank goodness , Soha , the girl who knows her weaves well , approved !
No messing with her , she has even written a well researched treatise on sarees!
Well if you think that was enough .. it isn’t !
You can’t come home from Uzbekistan without
a carpet , a camel bag and a smaller one for good measure !😊
Thankyou Neomy ….for your innovative skills in making light of these tapestries and somehow reducing the excess baggage bill !
Too bad I couldn’t get back any Rishtan pottery or Khiva puppets …
,
But took solace in the fact that I did manage a top hat ……
…., So useful to keep the Mumbai cold out ☺️!
And some half eaten Samarkand bread !😊
A big ‘ Raakhmat ‘ to Toshev ! In his ‘sage ‘words , lay the answers to my dilemma .
Please do note my Suzani Shawl !
‘Raakhmat ‘ too to our very capable tour guide ,
Atabek , and to our travel guides, Inyesta , Dennis , Gul , and Marie .
Also a big hug to my very wise ,very practical friend -for -all seasons Shaila … what would I do without you ?! Or your travel plug , your charger , your nail cutter , etc etc !
Most of all …..,,To you , NANDANA!
You took the lead , went all out and MADE things happen !
In the ISKCON family she is known as Anand Mayi Devi Dasi . For me , she is my very gracious , very evolved, ‘Samdhan’!
When she suggested a trip to Mathura along with her very sweet and very practical ‘Samdhan’ , Vandana, I jumped !
We called ourselves ‘ Samdhan Sakhis ‘ and together, we made our way to Brajbhoomi or ‘the land of Krishna ‘ in the auspicious month of Kartik.
‘’Auspicious it is , but you must be patient ‘’ she warned ,’’ The crowds at this time can be overwhelming!’’
The time for me was apt , there was a ‘ Krishna Calling ‘ in my heart . I just had to go !
Brajbhoomi is an ‘84 kos ‘ triangular zone between Agra , Jaipur and New Delhi in the heart of India .
Hundreds of devotees , both from nearby villages to Iskcon centres of distant USA , Europe , Africa travel here , to get a Darshan of the Lord of Love and Compassion , whether it be at a famous temple like Banke Bihari , a kund like Radhakund or at a grove like Nidhivan!
Soon , we were making our way through the winding gullies of Vrindavan , past jalebi shops , bangle sellers , ‘mukut’ Decoraters , flute , ‘dholak ‘ and ‘shingaar ‘shops , undettered by flies , open gutters ,prankster monkeys , wedding processions ,honking rickshaws . In this town the 8 th avatar of Vishnu is everywhere yet not easy to see !
To cash in on cheaper fares , our group of six , bought airtickets in June for a holiday scheduled for October of this year ( that’s 4 months prior )!
By the time October came , several changes had taken place in our personal lives and the idea of holidaying was furthest from our minds .
But cheap fares had been paid ! So off we went , sidelining pressing family decisions , behaving almost like ostriches burying their heads in the sand !
Fortunately , our meeting at Delhi airport augured a bonhomie that continued all the way to the
The Mandara Tree Villa boutique hotel in Dharamshala ,a city in Himachal Pradesh .
The heady scent of conifers , the cheerful sight of azaleas, geraniums and lilies , of swaying fields of barley , lifted our spirits .
Soon we were visiting the Dalai Lama temple , buying woolies at Mcleodganj market , having lunch at Morgan’s place .These are places usually everyone visits .
But it was the ancient fort of Kangra ,
some 20 km away from Dharamshala that took our breath away !
Made in 400BC it definitely can be classified as ANCIENT .
To begin with … It’s Not a fort
It’s a fortress !!
Above is an artists impression .
A complete , temple- fort -palace complex which was made , (probably using prehistoric tools !) , by the Trigartha Raja of the Katoch dynasty , who fought along with the Kauravas in the Mahabharata. Oh blimey !
That’s an EPIC FACT !
Once one gets over the fact that this fort is THE oldest, dated fort in Indian history , one gasps with awe at its strategic location !
Astride a mountain , with a circumference of 4 kms , protected by a natural moat ( the confluence of two tributaries of the Beas river ), the fort is as impregnable as one can get .
Woww!
The entrance to the fort is unusually narrow , with a succession of gates , each of which must have been guarded vigilantly . It is said that a suspected enemy had a good chance of being beheaded at the very first gate itself !
The windows of the fortress are unusually narrow too … Just enough for a rifle to probe through! Peering through one , I wondered how actually one would spot the enemy !
Sculpted frescoes along the walls display an underplayed elegance .
We trudge up the cobbled ramparts and
imagine horses labouring up carrying grains from the villages below .
Oh they are here even today !
Housed in the fortress are the temples of Ambika Devi and Laxmi Narayan . Through the ages , these deities have been endowed with considerable wealth from the neighbouring kingdoms .Apparently there were 21 wells laden with treasure , 8 of which have yet to be unearthed .
No wonder then , that the fort was plundered and looted by every possible ruler …. A whopping 52 times !
Emperor Akbar himself tried but failed . His son
Jehangir got lucky in 1620 . But in 1789 the Mughals had to relinquish their stronghold to Raja Sansar Chand , a direct descendant of the Katoch dynasty
who managed to win back his ancestral property ! He ruled for a good 49 years
Wah !!
In quick succession, thereafter
The Sikhs , the Gurkhas , the British ..all attacked and ruled the fort at one time or another but it was finally an earthquake of immense proportions in 1905 ( which didnot spare even Dharamshala / Kangra/ Mcleodganj that brought down the fort to its present state of ruin .
‘’Khandar bataa rahin hain ki imaarat kitni bulund thi’’
remarked Sajili , my very arty friend from Dehradun .
( Translated roughly .. the ruins before us tell us how majestic the original construction was )
Standing high up in the central open air council ground of the fortress , from my minds eye , I could see the Katoch Raja rising from his throne after making key ministerial decisions. It was time now for his evening meal .
The Royal ‘Baawarchi’ conjured up a delightful menu of sooran ki chat (yam ) , followed by chuwaare ki Sabzi ( dried date curry ) , served hot with rotis and a dessert of sweet rice garnished with kesar , raisins and slivers of almonds
The day is done !
In the incandescent light of ‘mashals’, the royal artisans
stand back and review their work …. A pair of peacocks, figurines of Gauri Shanker seated on a Nandi , Yamuna riding on a tortoise,all carved into black stone .
Kangra painters put away their miniature pahari art portraying the playful love charms of Krishna and Radha in lyrical watercolours of blue and green.
Life is about romance and undying love , rich in its simplicity and robust in its richness.
I feel the invigorating freshness of the alpine air and quite forget the emotional upheavals of distant Mumbai .
Immersing myself in the natural calm of the forested hillsides around me , I recall the
simple Japanese art of
Shinrin yoku or ‘’Forest bathing’’.
Up ahead at The Norbulingka institute of Tibetan arts , I decide to ‘’forest bathe’’ ,inhale the richness of wet earth, draw strength from the trees and breathe in the calm of green .
I even hug a tree !
Ketika my affectionate gentle friend from Delhi , indulgently took this picture with a bemused smile on her face .
Yes , hugging trees is cool , my friends !
But Hugging friends , old and new ,decidedly cooler !
When you have been invited to be part of a 60 member birthday celebration of a larger- than -life figure, Sidhesh Kaul , you DONT SAY ‘ NO’!
But , just then , you read the fine print and discover the ‘party ‘ is in Leh , in faraway , high altitude Ladakh !
Yo!
You stand back and shudder !
At this point in your life you are messed up with peculiar Medical issues . Do you want to add to that list ??
For bratty Sid and his lovely , lively wife Cherry you decide well er …er …YES !
And this decision is Unanimous too !
And so , Mid -sept 60 of us swoop down to one of the 10 most scenic airports of the world !
Surrounded by miles of barren desert mountains , skirting the winding Indus River , the valley kingdom of Leh surprises and teaches .
Lesson number one …Preparation is key !
For the first 3 days,
Diamox , a determination to rest and to have three litres of water before three ! Piece of cake , right ??!
One may be fascinated by the army presence in Leh , drawn by the Tibetan markets , in awe of motorbike 🏍 enthusiasts , , but it is the nurturing Buddhist peace that is overwhelming.
In the numerous stupas,monasteries , thangkas life’s learnings begin and end .
Huff , puff , up you trudge to the monasteries of Alchi , Hemis ,Stakna ..to name a few .
Located high atop arid hills , the steps up , get only steeper as you approach the colourful assembly halls .
So here’s Lesson number two . To get anywhere in life might appear easy but IT IS NOT ! You have to strive , keeping your goal clear in mind !
And then ,when you finally reach the shrines to the countless Boddhisattvas , you Bend !Sometimes even genuflect !
The doors to the temple chambers are small , ostensibly to protect from the cool mountain air but entering the sacred atrium coaxes a kind of humble respect !
‘Be humble!’ is lesson no 3 !
You are amazed by the Buddha embodiments of
Karuna ( compassion)
Maitreya ( friendship )
Manjushri ( wisdom )
ARM yourself with all three , my friend . That’s lesson number four !
The Mother Goddess of Longevity , Tara is here to guide and shower you her blessings .
In the beautiful monastery at Alchi , Tashi , our very knowledgeable guide , shows us a four foot diametered , intricately designed Sand Mandala .
He relates a story of how the Head Monk endeavoured to teach Detachment to his students by a swift swipe of his shawl on the hitherto painstakingly made mandala .
It must have pained the student monks to see their 6 month work destroyed in a flash !
It certainly did , us !
But detachment is the path to enlightenment .. Hey and we all want to be enlightened ! 💪
Sitting by a stream bathed by the afternoon sun at Le Mentok , a gentle breeze blowing in the azure skies , listening to the strains of an ace Ladakhi band , one could not help but experience ‘serenity’ !
It shows ,right ?!
By now , this rather special group of Sidheshs friends , born from ‘his life’s journey’ , had become each other’s friends too …
Share , Care ,Enjoy the NOW ! Lesson number 5 !
Our every meal in Leh was a treat! But Ladakhi cuisine presented by Kunzis , Chef extraordinaire in ‘the Willow’ , near Stok Palace , was a masterpiece!
Using ‘local’ ingredients , though they may have come from ‘nearby’ Tibet , Himachal , Kashmir , or Ladakh itself she wove in stories and delicate flavours to create the magical …
Especially the Yarkhandi pulao …
A shank of mutton cooked long and slow in a bed of rice with julienned carrots garnished with Afghan raisins , roasted apricot kernels .. ooh lala !
No lesson here .. Just Go ahead , Spoil yourself , soak in the ‘flavours’ , you are allowed to titillate your palate !
No religion BEGS for World Peace the way Buddhism does .
It was a pleasure meeting Ven . Gyomyo Nakamura , who came to India from Japan in 1975, embraced Buddhism and set up the magnificent Shanti Stupa in an effort to establish 🌎 peace !
Love All !
That’s Message no 6 .Include the birds animals ,the mentally challenged ,literally ALL !
In the early morning hours of our last day we visited the picturesque Thiksey monastery .
Here , young novice monks are taught logic and philosophy . The little monks scamper up and down the stairs , as sprightly as monkeys smiling as they carry heavy buckets of buckwheat and water , respectfully serve buttered tea to the senior Monks and the devotees seated in the prayerhall , recite chants !
These daily normal activities make them strong, wise , happy ! And it is this happiness which augurs an inner strength , an inner energy .
Lesson number 7 !
And thats the last of Twinnys weekly learnings ! ‘Do all your daily chores whilst-growing steadily within! ‘
I close my eyes taking in the chants of the morning prayers , rising in crescendo , the beating of the drums , the clashing of cymbals , the trumpeting of the bugle .
Every once in a while , in our lives there is an inner call , an awakening , a ‘bodhi ‘ moment ..
With my bugle, cymbals and drums
I applaud you Siddhu Baba and Cherry …
You have given us this ‘bodhi ‘ moment .
‘Life’ truly is a celebration !
A majestic one at that
Thankyou ! Thankyou !
And wish you a very happy birthday !
Hang in there folks ! A prize photo and a question follows ..
At Pangong Lake
Take a bow , Madhukar ! Oh I see ,you are doing the headstand !
Maninder and Shamila Kohli ….You are absolute stars ! But here comes the ‘question ‘
Pray , Why is your Event Management company called JUNIPER???!
And now finally Toodle loo Folks ! Bombay beckons …
There is a time when one seeks to travel with no hidden agenda but to simply RELAX !
To indulge in that great ‘’Sweetness of doing Nothing ‘’ which in Italian is called ‘’dolce far
niente’’.
With this as our major objective,
we travelled to Glenburn …. A scenic ‘tea bungalow’ turned into an 8 roomed luxury boutique hotel in
the north east of Bengal , about an hours drive from Darjeeling !
In Gorkhaland !
Book in hand, breathing in the fresh mountain air , the magnificent Kanchenjunga as a backdrop , sipping a cup of Glenburn Moonshine tea .. aah….
Life could not have been lovelier !
Just then a voice piped up . It was Andrew, the hotel manager .
‘’We have 1600 acres of forest land on a quarter of which we have tea plantations .Would you like to see these upclose ?’’
We made a rough calculation that such an exercise could not really expend much energy !
After all , all we had to do was to ‘see ‘ !
‘’ You will have to take walking sticks , the path is a little tricky .’’ he warned .
‘’No worries!’’ we smiled indulgently .
‘’And yes , there are a few couples who will join you . More the merrier ! ‘’ said Andrew cheerily.
‘’Oh , ok !’’ we agreed , a tad hesitantly . Taking the effort of making new friends was definitely not part of our plan , determined as we were to doing Nothing !
Gingerly we stepped out in small groups , down uneven ,stony paths leading to the muddied terraced slopes laden with tea shrubs.
Though we had never met each other before , each of us was secretly glad the other was there , when we realised that the tea plantations were perched on the
steepest inclines!
The Gorkha locals ,mostly females , negotiated these expertly , plucking dextrously,
tossing the ripe tea leaves and buds behind into cane baskets harnessed on their foreheads .
We learnt that a good days plucking meant collecting only about half to 3/4 kg of the ripe leaves in a day .
What a labour intensive job !
Took a pic like this just for kicks , though we all seriously began to wonder how much we took for granted our everyday comforting cup of ‘’chai ‘’.
It was a revelation that the tea leaves used for medicinal purposes in China way back in 2737 BC
were brought to India by the British only in the 1830’s !
The soft, loamy , well drained soil , the warm humid climes of Assam and the north east were ideal to grow a tea stronger than that of China .. the famous Darjeeling tea !
Amber coloured , muskatel , aromatic are a few ways to describe its
rich flavour .
Planting the tea must not have been easy nor was growing it , keeping shade , weather , soil in mind .
And THAT was just the beginning !
Once plucked , the tea leaves are taken to a tea factory where they are systematically withered , dried , rolled , fermented , sorted ( completely manually ,phew !) , then finally packed as green , black , oolong , white , what have you !
Each time we learnt something , we chatted and backslapped like primary school children. New vistas of conversation opened !
Some of us trekked down a rambling , rather dangerous 8kms to a campsite at the Rungeet river waterfront and this humble achievement made our bonds stronger . At night we sat around a bonfire , exchanging life stories following which we were served
a scrumptious dinner with the piece de resistance being the Nepalese Chef Maitasing Gurung
singing a song for Sajili , our birthday girl as charismatic as her name !
Please do hear !
Without trying , over three days we had been introduced to a whole new world , that of the Tea Gardens and these in turn had sown the seeds of likely
lifelong friendships !
Thankyou Andrew ! Thankyou Maita !
The sweetness of doing nothing I observed ..is sweet if only it is a “limited edition”, lasting a short “ precious” while .
Life is too short and too precious to spend it doing zilch !
Bet you will agree Sajili , Arvind ( squared ), Sanjay – Ketika , newly weds Akriti – Sandeepan Purvi -Dev !
So seize the day ! Carpe diem folks !
On second thoughts ,
a bit of ‘dolce far niente ‘
a bit of ‘carpe diem’
Both coupled with a cup of strong orange pekoe is not quite a bad idea !
‘’We are at 11700ft , on the Razdan pass in the northwest of Kashmir .. who is looking at you , silly ??’’
chided Geeta , my perky , stylish friend from Mumbai .
‘’ “Let her wear one ! She loves it so much ! We are going to see the Peer baba ‘ziarat ‘, must do so with respect .’’ chipped in Vidhya , my very grounded , sensible sis -in -law from Goa.
Hair Band and head cover in place , we
knelt before the beautifully decorated tombstone and prayed fervently . It is said that here , all wishes are granted to those who ask !
And so we did !
Amongst the many wishes we asked of Peer baba , one was a tad frivolous .. that the ‘loos’ hereon be more habitable than the one Shaukat Wani , our irrepressible driver had taken us to at ‘Maggi Point’ , on our way up here from Bandipora !
Concentrating on both perching precariously on the open air chute below and ignoring the buzzing flies behind had been a task !
But all that was NOT important.
The peace imbibed beholding the Peer Baba Ziarat was heavenly .
We sauntered into
the adjoining room and lo and behold was a beautiful statue of Hanuman ji !
In the cold icy Himalayan air to discover this oasis of tranquility where two religions sit side by side in complete harmony warmed the cockles of our hearts .
But this was just the beginning of many surprises to come !
Eschewing the usual tourist routes of Srinagar
Pahalgam ,Gulmarg , Sonmarg , we had opted to go with the out – of – the – ordinary travel guide Abhirup Paul .. and experience a hidden gem of Kashmir .. Gurez !
Closest to the LOC , some 125 kms from Srinagar ,
ahead of the Bandipora valley which is famous for its Alim ( education )
Adab ( good manners)
Aab ( water ), skirting Wular , the second largest lake in Asia ,
past various army check posts along some of the most winding and scariest mountain roads in the world , finally opening on to breathtaking expanses of thickly pined mountains , running down steeply to verdant meadows and pastures along the bountiful rushing river Kishenganga .
This was Gurez !
Picture postcard perfect for miles and miles , each scenic spot and mountain village more beautiful than the next .
Virgin , unspoilt , the Sheena village folk ,( direct descendants of Alexander , so they say ) could be seen fishing , grazing livestock, cutting wood , singing songs , cooking .
A traffic jam caused by sheep or goats is an everyday occurrence!
An idyllic life , if only for the six spring / summer months , most families moving to warmer pastures in the bitter cold winter months .
That most of Kashmir is mountainous and that most of its people are ‘pahadi log’ came as a surprise !
They are hardy , love nature , are excellent craftsmen , love poetry .
Their life’s philosophy is far removed from political influences and religious biases of the valley cities . It’s very Sufi, very Shaivik !
‘All we
desire is Aman or peace !’ A refrain one will hear time and time again !
Especially amazing are the border villages .
May it be Davar , Angaikot ,Khandial in the Tulail Valley ahead , besides their unique wooden log homes , each has a central village mosque .
Each also has a school , run invariably by the Indian Army and most of the Army personnel are invariably , Hindu . One can hear the chanting of the Azaan alongside
bhajans emanating from the Indian army canteen .
Surprise of surprises , the Muslim dominated mountain village of Naranag , 60 kms from Sirinagari ( as emperor Ashok named Srinagar in the 3 Rd century bc )
houses a Shiv temple right in the middle of it .
Stonehenge is a world wonder but how this Shiv temple was built in the 8 th Century AD with huge stone rock boulders placed one on top of each other , atop a mountain, without any form of cementing is a bewildering wonder too !
Ask any mountain villager directions he will of course answer it ,then cajole you to join him in his humble abode for a cup of kesar Kehva and girdha ( the local bread ).
He will regale you with stories , trade a cigarette for his biddi .
And even if he is 85 years old , run adeptly down the mountain edge to fetch water from a spring wellknown for its freshness and the ability to conjure romance into your life .. the picturesque Habba Khatoum
mountain spring !
There it is !
Invitation for a cup of tea may be passé when compared to
Aslam who insisted we share a meal in his home .
Soon we were sitting on carpets partaking of a delicious meal cooked by his wife right in front of us .. unbelievable !
We said so !
‘’It is in our culture,’’he said , ‘’we love to share. To help each other is not at all unusual!’’ . True ! That day we witnessed the neighbours daughter skip in , have lunch , then run back to school !
But Ask for dessert / something meetha ?
And Kashmiris will look askance , absolutely befuddled ! Goodness gracious me
Mountain folk just don’t eat desserts !
No doubt each mountain village had its own beauteous stamp, but we were quite taken in by the villages of Churwan Shahpura .
Situated closest to the Red Line of Control , the villagers here wished there was no fencing , that there were no boundaries!
Up , on opposing mountain faces were Pakistani and Indian bunkers placed strategically, barely a 100 metres apart . Down , on the beautiful meadow below , the village folk played Indias and Pakistans favourite sport .. cricket 🏏!
Not a care in the world !👍!
Back in the Summer Capital Srinagar , we were touched yet again !
At the terraced Nishat Gardens opposite the Dal Lake , not one but two Kashmiri families asked ‘us ‘to be a part of ‘their’ family photo !
And on the day we were finally leaving our Five star hotel , we were given papier-mâché back – home gifts! Can’t recall any other hotel in the world doing the same !
Kashmir to me is all about welcoming , giving , teaching you to be one with nature .
Quoting from a verse by Maria Sabina ( apologies for the changes )…..
”Cure yourself with the light of the sun
And the rays of the moon
With the sound of the river and the waterfall
Heal yourself with walnuts , lavender and fennel
Put ‘love ‘ in tea instead of sugar
And take it looking at the stars, holding a flower
Heal yourself with the kisses of the wind and the hugs of the rain
Keep your feet strong on bare ground.
Listen to your intuition looking at the world with the eye of your forehead
Jump , dance , sing !
For
‘Nature’ is the medicine !”
If my ashes have to be strewn , they will have to be in Gurez !
You wake up one morning, look into the mirror and wonder when the heck did these lines appear ?When did the jaw begin to hang so ? When did the lips loose their lusciousness??!
Off you rush to a dermatologist ! Do something , you plead !
Well Aneeta M did just that !
‘Doc!’ she moaned, ‘ I hate these frown lines , placed like unwanted guests right on top of my forehead ,’’
“Please suggest some ‘Upaay’! ”
I gently explained that lines develop over time according to how much we emote , how much we use our facial muscles to express . To reduce fine lines one can apply retinol creams , have dollops of oral collagen , but to ERASE them , nothing is more effective than Botox shots once in 8 months !
No doubt ,practising placidity a la a Buddhist monk could take off a year or two .. but hey …that’s tough to do!
Aneeta listened wide eyed , asked relevant questions , then finally decided to bypass all suggestions and try a bit of facial yoga , some meditation instead. In other words , ACCEPT and stay comfortable in her skin !
Some years later she shared pictures of her visit to Cuba . The colours , vibrant pop art , pink Cadillacs on the streets made one want to board the next flight to Havana !
In all those photos , I noticed how happy , lovely and lively Aneeta looked . Travel , Art and a doting partner are a heady mix !
Lines don’t show. Glow definitely does !
And then struck the dreadful Pandemic ! The ground seemed to give way beneath our feet , ready to swallow us whole and alive . Engulfed unimaginably in fear we were ‘ locked in’ and ‘locked out’ from the breath of fresh air .
But the human spirit is made of sterner stuff . Slowly and surely we groped our way out of this quagmire ,pulling each other up , reinventing ourselves , baking bread , exercising , living in gratitude , relieved we were still alive !
6 months into the pandemic , sometime around the end of August , Aneeta decided to hold online Zen Doodling Art classes .
Zen Doodling Art … now what was that???
I am not an artist . Far from it . The closest I have been to painting is creating eyebrows by micropigmentation using a delicate vibrating needle .
But in this COVID period , I felt I could definitely do with a bit of ‘Zen’ ! With some trepidation , I signed up .
Aneetas class had me ‘hooked ‘ from the word go . She was simply FABULOUS !
She would give us each a template drawing , teach simple doodles to fill this in with and Lo and behold .. a piece of ART would emerge .
She would share tricks and techniques which she had honed in art school and draw from her tremendous experience as an established artist to fine -tune our efforts .
LUCKY US !
She interspersed each art class with interesting life anecdotes and teachings from Zen Buddhism which made us fledgling artists more centred , focussed and ready to face the uncertain morrow ….WOW !!
She gave ,she gave, she gave…. Her time , her learnings , her love.
And then the icing on the cake !
All the earnings from these art classes she gave away (100% !) in charity to pay for the treatment of street children afflicted with treatable cancer .
MY GOODNESS!!!
ART and the ART of GIViNG!
I reflected on this as I adjusted my hand painted saree .
I can now truly imagine the love in each brush stroke .
This one is done by Shubhangi Samant whose special subject is Lord Krishna .
Here she has painted the Ringan ceremony , held in July each year to venerate Vithobha ( Lord Krishna ) in Pandharpur . Lakhs of pilgrims gather to take home the soil on which the horse gallops.. ..it is auspicious to do so .
For us students , ANEETA is THIS spectacular galloping HORSE , showering sparkles of Zen dust , Zen art , Zen teachings , Zen Love in its wake !
“Let her wear one ! She loves it so much ! We are going to see the Peer baba ‘ziarat ‘, must do so with respect .’’ chipped in Vidhya , my very grounded , sensible sis -in -law from Goa.
Picture postcard perfect for miles and miles , each scenic spot and mountain village more beautiful than the next . 
Virgin , unspoilt , the Sheena village folk ,( direct descendants of Alexander , so they say ) could be seen fishing , grazing livestock, cutting wood , singing songs , cooking .
Stonehenge is a world wonder but how this Shiv temple was built in the 8 th Century AD with huge stone rock boulders placed one on top of each other , atop a mountain, without any form of cementing is a bewildering wonder too !
A Second Learning 