Monday, June 20, 2022

इश्क में हम भी जां लुटा देते

इश्क में हम भी जां लुटा देते,

इश्क करना मगर नहीं आया!


इतने मुश्ताक़ तेरे वस्ल को थे,

दो घड़ी भी सबर नहीं आया!


नूर तेरा बन के चाँदनी बिखरा,

हम तलक दीद भर नहीं आया!


तेरे आने के लाख वादे थे,

यक़ीन हमको पर नहीं आया!


क़ब्र पे मेरी आके रोया वो,

क्या हुआ गर शहर नहीं आया!

Friday, April 9, 2021

Soul, mate?

Alright now, I know I'm simply being weird but can't help sharing it. Last few days have witnessed my struggle to find a few answers. I don't know if I have the questions framed correctly, I don't even know if they are legitimate questions, let alone knowing where to look for the answers. They sound so cliche, honestly. They are the questions that have always driven people to either create the greatest or destroy them. Its the age-old question of Soul vs Body.

Hindu mythology, as advocated in Bhagvad Gita, believes in the Immortal Soul. It talks about how the Soul cannot be created, nor destroyed. It can't be hurt. It only takes a body, which is otherwise lifeless. It is just like people wear new clothes and discard the old clothes when the time comes. So far, so good!

First thought around this came to me a few months ago, it was about 'Knowledge'. Who possesses it? Who holds the Knowledge? The Soul or the Body? Thinking of the Body analogous to the clothes we wear, I'm inclined to think of Knowledge as the embellishments that enriches our look. Or is that a popssibility that the Knowledge is an asset of the Soul instead? If that is the case, the Soul should have the knowledge accumulated in all its previous lives, all that it has learnt since eternity. But do we see an infant and say "Oh! Look at how wisely this baby talks."? The learning cycle of a baby (human or any other animal) starts afresh, always. So I find myself believing that the Knowledge resides in the Body, the Brain and its infinite nueronal synapses. It keeps developing while we're living, it dies with us. So it is mortal. Now I'm not saying the Knowledge as such is mortal, I'm just saying that the Knowledge a person possesses is mortal. If that is the case, why does one seek knowledge, knowing that it is only as ephemeral as oneself? Thoughts?

And today, I asked myself another question - about Satisfaction of the Soul. Is it really a thing? Can a soul be satisfied or dissatisfied? I tend to believe that it is the body we are talking about here, not soul. Gita also tells us that soul does not, cannot feel anything. It does not feel happiness, does not get sad, goes not get mad over anything, does not feel ecstasy, not love, not hatred. Feeling is something stimulated by our sensory organs, that means the body. But spirituality and meditation are said to satisfy (or calm, if you will) our 'soul'. Or should it be our 'senses'? Thoughts?

So if it is pointless to make any efforts to gain knowledge (because it gets burned away or buried with the one who posseses it) and it is equally worthless to go down the path of spiritualism (because it does not affect our sou in any way we can feel), then why pursue anything? Anything except accumulating material wealth and indulging ourselves as long as the body can perceive pleasure? At least it can feel.

Monday, April 27, 2020

Dog isn't man's best friend

Books are...!!


Sorry King Frederick, I do not agree with you on this one. The fact is that you did not have as many books back in 18th century as you would have now. But dogs, you probably had a number. So I quite understand why you said that (reportedly). Raise your concern NOW if you didn't.


Well, books. Any book-lover in the world would corroborate me saying that they are the best companions for us, regardless of the times and moods and other factors. They have a world inside them that they offer us to come to and explore. The best refuge in the world. My uncle had a small library at my Grandma's place - a small, low ceiling loft-like room having two large windows (well, large for its size) and a tungsten filament bulb. The library had about 1500 books, but no furniture except for a wooden stool with a light-green, textured, woven upholstery. There were no book-cases, the room just had a couple of shelves built in the wall itself. And because the room was small and hence the walls/shelves couldn't be bigger, the books were arranged like a row of them in the back and another row in the front of the shelves. Sometimes they were simply stacked. There were some cartons lying in the corner, probably with some magazines in them, but I never checked :)


After my uncle moved out, leaving the library like a treasure for us kids, we used to spend good part of our day there, whenever we visited our grandmother. Because she lived alone, the library wasn't opened and cleaned daily. So the room always had a little hot, heavy air with a familiar smell of old, worn-out books. There was no fan, but still no matter how hot it was (and it gets pretty hot in afternoons in Delhi), I enjoyed being in there, sweating and feeling hot till I got light-headed. My mom and grandmother used to shout and call me downstairs, probably wondering what on earth is keeping me busy in that infernal room. There was a Victorian-style electric switch, the kind of round, black one, made of Bakelite I assume, that we commonly had in every household.

The pale-yellow light in that small room with a little hot, heavy air and smell of old books - this all was a perfect combination for my world, my cozy space where I could stay cocooned for all my life. I did not bother about anything happening outside that world of mine for as long as I was there. There was absolute peace and calm. I used to pick some old paperback, with a newspaper cover on it, pages gone yellow and brittle, open it and smell the pages...and it was transcendental. It still is. Even to this day I tend to stand in front of my bookcase, take out some old paperback that once sat in my uncle's library and smell its pages. Just one such sniff and I become that little kid cocooned in his own space in that small loft-library with a yellow-light bulb.


Visuals, audios and smells are the best agents that bring back memories, and I believe that smell is the strongest of them all. It brings the memories back in their entirety - strongly and vividly. 


Sadly, the library collapsed for absence of care. The books could not survive too much dust and heat and lack of care. And my grandmother wasn't able to take care of it anymore, she wasn't getting any stronger with time. A time came when the whole library got infested with termites. They were everywhere, in every book, and left very little to be rescued. My grandmother had someone dump all the termite-eaten books in big sack and put that to fire. I had brought home some books with me before the termite problem, so they were spared. But what a great collection my uncles had - history, fiction, non-fiction, classics, science, mathematics, religion, astrology, astronomy, fairy tales, plays, regional languages, poetry, satirical cartoon collections, multi-lingual dictionary and more. It was there where I picked up my first Hindi novels from. I read some great works by eminent authors while I was still a student - like Sharat Chandra, Bankim Chandra, Vimal Mitr, Mohan Rakesh, Rajendra Yadav, Manu Bhandari, Amrita Pritam, Shivani, Premchand.


My own library now, a small cupboard-style bookcase, has 2 or 3 shelves dedicated to the books from my uncle's library. It has plays by Anton Chekhov, physics and astronomy books by Mir Publishers, a Russian History book, a book on unified theory of everything (note that these books are more than 60 years old), a book on Neutrons, a couple of books based on calculus, physics and mathematics among many other spanning genres like poetry, novels, satires etc. Its a treasure I wish to possess and protect all my life. And expand the existing realm :)






The current count as of today stands at around 215 books. May sound a good number but it doesn't feel like it standing in front of the bookcase, which is already overflowing by the way. I don't want to invest in another bookcase, I now want a full-fledged library shelves mounted on wall. I have a very specific, very basic design in mind, see below - 






This design is technically better for the books too. Instead of keeping them in standing position, they are now lying at rest at an angle. This should add to their life I suppose. But this project has to wait till we move to another house or build another room in the existing one just for this. But one day...for sure...

Friday, July 28, 2017

Khereyan de naal - Then and Now

"Main ni jana khereyaan de naal"

"I do not want to go with the Khera's" - says Heer to her mother. She has been fixed to marry this man from Saida Khera, but how can she? Ranjha is her love, as if since eternity, and definitely till she breathes her last. She insists that she should stay where her Ranjha is. So what if people call him a 'jogi' - an ascetic, Heer finds the Supreme Being in him.

Many of us from Northern part of Indian subcontinent have heard the tragic love story of Heer and Ranjha. Written in mid-eighteenth century by Waris Shah, a Punjabi sufi of Chishti order, it is often compared to Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Some believe that the characters were inspired from real people. It has been narrated, sung and enacted so many times since then that it has become a cultural element of Punjab region, making its way to the folk. The romance comes hand-in-hand with the tragedy, and that makes it so loved by all. And since it has been a part of folk for more than some 250 years now, the story has served as grounds for a number of sufi and folk songs, by various maestros, spanning different eras, with each song undergoing many improvisations. One such song is 'Khereyaan de naal' - which I heard about 5-6 years back and it just stuck. As usual, this song also has been rendered by many famous as well as not-so-famous, expert as well as aspiring singers, but I am a fan of particularly two versions, almost a generation apart. One is rendered by Tufail Niazi sa'ab and other is from Niazi Brothers' Coke Studio album (season 7, episode 5). 

I listen to these both, and I marvel at the composition, at the depth and strength of its notes, at the fact that it hasn't lost its soul in the latter one, which sounds so evoking in the former one. The song is set in Heer's home, where Heer hears in the last hours of night, just before dawn, a flute in the distance, which reminds her of Ranjha. This has brought Ranjha's memory to her and she now insists her mother to not get her married to another man from Khera. The starting flute piece is worth commending, the way it has been recorded takes the listener to a small Punjab village, the smell of fresh earth fills the air.


The technical expertise of Tufail Niazi sa'ab anyway does not need any mention, its beyond the boundaries of words that praise. There are places (Iike in the second stanza, the line "mainnu te rabb da jamaal", the word 'jamaal' in particular) where he touches the notes that a critical listener is least expecting. And what variations! The same line is sung many times, but with different notes' combinations and formats, keeping the soul intact. The whole song has this rustic, earthy and honest feel to it, cozy and comfortable.

On the other hand, the latter version by Niazi Brothers from Pakistan is a fusion. So perfectly done and so fresh that it gives a whole new life to the story. The young ears mostly do not like the old sounds, traditional instruments and fuzzy/noisy recordings of old times, but this one has everything that a music lover of today could ask for in a composition - piano, flute, drums, strings and on top of all, high-definition digital recording.



They start in a very relaxed manner, in perfect harmony. The 'main nai jana' notes totally make your heart reach out to poor Heer. The best part of this rendition also is the flute - but unlike the former version, flute makes an entry with a grandeur in the last part. It does not impart to you the warmth that it does in the former one, instead it makes you tap your feet to the beats. The tempo keeps varying, which initially sounds very text-bookish, but beautiful nonetheless. The whole crescendo part awakens all your senses, and by the end of it, you are aware, and smiling.

I may sound exaggerating every bit of it, but I hope no true lover of music thinks such and would agree to all what I observed and shared above.

Happy Listening!

PS: There are many other versions of this song available on YouTube, among which the most famous is by Shafqat Amanat Ali, which has been attempted by a plethora of contestants in all sorts of music shows/competitions in India and Pakistan alike.

Kareri Lake - Solo Trek



It was planned for more than 2 years now. I read about it somewhere on internet, some travel blog maybe, and quickly browsed through not a lot of pictures before I finally made up my mind (only made up my mind, not really planned anything). I was already in contact via Facebook with Manoj Rajput - a tour guide from Kareri village. He worked in a travel agency in McLeodganj which arranged our trekking/camping in Triund in October 2014, that is when I met him. When I came to know he was from Kareri, I promptly gave him my word that I'd book him for my Kareri trek very soon.

So this year, Jun 2017, we had a long weekend for Eid-ul-Fitr. There could be no better time for this trek, when Delhi was still smoldered and no immediate relief was in sight. I called Manoj and it was decided that he'd take me there and we'd camp, it was going to be a three days trip. I needed to gear myself for it, and for that I had to buy some stuff from Decathlon. I left by a private bus that I booked from RedBus and that left from Majnu ka Tila. It was supposed to leave by 10:15 pm, but long weekend and Delhi heat practically possessed its people with mountain-mania and that accounted for a huge crowd, heavy traffic and total chaos. The bus left at 12:00 am and reached Dharamsala by 2:00 pm, as opposed to its scheduled time of 10:15 am.

Anyway, Manoj had already booked a taxi for us till Kareri Lake, so I waited for him to come and pick me from Dharamsala bus stand. Kareri has got a new road recently, so while people could only catch a bus to Ghera (about 20 km) earlier, they can now get a vehicle till Kareri village (9 km ahead of Ghera). There was a cloud-burst and some minor landslides 3 days back and the road was pretty much gone at certain places, but was duly getting repaired. 

From Ghera to Kareri Village


Road to Kareri Village

I reached Kareri village by 6 pm. I was to stay at Manoj's house that night, so he had already prepared his room for me, where I dumped my bag, quickly washed the day's fatigue, sweat and dirt off, and changed into fresh clothes. I was pretty tired and irritated because of all the travel delay. Manoj asked me if I wanted to take a stroll in and around the village, to which I readily agreed. It was mostly a clear day, with some scattered clouds here and there. I clicked some pictures and this area had very good coverage of Vodafone, so I also tried video-chat with my family to show them the beauty of the place. Not much was planned for the first day anyway, we came back to the house and had home-cooked meal for dinner - rice, chapati, vegetables and daal. We discussed about the next morning's plan and decided that we'd leave by 9:00 am for the lake (the 'dal', as they say in local language).

Manoj's house in Kareri

Manoj's house in Kareri

Manoj
Next morning I woke up fairly early, freshened-up and prepared my bag to carry for the trek by only keeping the essentials and leaving other stuff like towel, sandals and some clothes in the room. My rucksack had internal frame, a back support and two rods made of fiber to keep it straight, which made it heavier in itself. Plus, I had a hydration pack that I bought from Decathlon which, when filled, added to the weight. I had a glass of cow milk, undiluted, super-creamy and tasting like heaven - courtesy 'Somwaari', their cow (was born on a Monday which is 'Somwaar' in Hindi, hence named 'Somwaari'). And 4 chapatis for breakfast, a little too much for me but I knew I needed to fill myself up so I have all the energy for the initial part of the trek. 

Somwaari and her product

It is a 13 km, all uphill, trek till Kareri Lake which goes beside the Niyund stream (a tributary of Gaj river). The path is clearly defined for the most part and there are 3 shops on the way that serve chai and maggi (the staple trekking/camping food) with other packed snacks and drinks. You have to cross the stream more than a couple of times throughout the trek, so waterproof shoes would be good. I had a pair of Arpenaz 100 mid, novadry, waterproof shoes that I bought from Decathlon that kept my feet dry. 



I had done Triund and Serolsar Lake earlier, so I was quite prepared for a trek that had an 'easy' difficulty level. But trek to Kareri Lake is not as easy as Triund, and I'd put it under 'moderately difficult' category. You mostly have to climb boulders and steps that they have formed by placing rocks one over another. My body started resisting after the first hour itself, I was panting and sweating profusely, had to take out my handkerchief to wipe my face every minute, so I tied it on my forehead like a bandanna. I could focus on my trekking now. Walking with a pole (hiking poles from Decathlon) is also a good idea, it takes some pressure off your knees and get your arms to do something when you are walking. 

On the way up
Usual track

It was like this almost the whole time
The weather was just perfect, it wasn't hot and sunny, wasn't dark, gloomy either. It was slightly cloudy and misty, and a little humid too (I guess because of all the vegetation). I almost twisted my ankle, slipped and fell while crossing the naala (the stream) and broke one of my hiking poles (and my bums, of course). Hydration pack was a real ease and comfort - you don't have to carry your water bottle in your hands throughout, or take it out of your bag every time you need a sip, just pull the pipe to your mouth and push the nozzle and there you go! In the first 4-5 km, I was so tired and exhausted that I had started contemplating returning to the village and call it an experience. Or maybe camping at the first campsite I encounter. But Manoj insisted that I stopped thinking of quitting and keep walking. He was always like - just 15 minutes and then we'll descend for a while and then easy trails uphill (which wasn't true by the way). 





Reoti is almost the half-way and a very beautiful campsite with running fresh water stream by the side, a bridge to cross the stream and a meadow. There is a shop that, apart from feeding the trekkers, provides accommodation in tents too. To me, this could well have been the best 'last point' where I could camp overnight and relax, and come back the next morning. I requested, then warned, Manoj to not force me to keep walking when I'm not in a very good state physically, and call it off whenever I wanted (and seriously so). He kept reminding me of the chats/talks we had over the last two years, planning for this trek and preparing for it. He was just not ready to quit it or let me quit it. Finally he said we could try trekking a little further, and if I still felt that I could not walk, we could come back to Reoti and camp there for the night, instead of going all the way back to Kareri. It sounded like a plan to me. But he said he won't return if I gave up when it was just 20-30 minutes to the lake. I said "OK".

Reoti Campsite

Chai shop at Reoti campsite

The bridge at Reoti campsite



Really? A dog?



We had our lunch there, relaxed for a while and clicked some pictures. I washed my face in the icy cold water of the stream and tried drinking from it like a tiger (some said like a dog, after the pictures came out, but whatever!). Just 20-25 minutes there had got me all re-energized. Still I asked Manoj if he could arrange somebody to carry my bag to the top for me. Luckily, his cousin Manu was around - a kid still in high school and very swift on his feet. He carried my bag to the lake and back to the village the next day. 

Manu at the lakeside
The trek after Reoti, that is the later half, was more beautiful and a little easier than the first half (that's what Manoj claimed but I did not think so). But after the Reoti break, I did not feel as exhausted and weak. A couple of trekker who were coming down also kept my motivated by claiming that it was really worth all the pain.

"Such a clichéd thing to say" - I said to myself. That is what you always hear from everybody while on a trek.

Anyway, Manoj said there was one shop right before the lake and then we're almost there. I kept looking out for a shop the whole time and that's what kept me busy I guess. And after a total of about 6 hours of trekking, we finally reached the last shop. I did not really want to spend much time there because I just wanted to get it over with.  And then I got the first glimpse of the Shiva Temple soon after we left the shop and started walking towards the lake. That glimpse of the temple was enough for me to forget about all my fatigue and the glimpse of the lake a little later had the miraculous effect of filling me with calm and peace, a divine relaxation. Now honestly, I'm sure I was still pretty tired right then, but I don't remember anything like that now. So that means it was not deep enough, that feeling of weariness.

The chai shop just before the lake


Almost there

Almost...almost

Here you go...

To the left

To the right
Minkiani Peak beyond the clouds
We pitched a tent right beside the lake, such that I had a beautiful unobstructed view of the lake and Minkiani Peak beyond. I don't feel equipped enough to be able to put the beauty of the place in words, and the experience that one has, so I'll be less words and more pictures from now on. 




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My tent

Shiva Temple

I wanted to camp at the far side, but if it rained and hailed in the night, it would have been a problem rushing back to temple for the shelter, so we camped near the temple only.

From inside the tent



Cattle grazing on the far side



Lazing in my tent

Steps from the temple to the lake
 I stepped in my tent and dozed off for a while. Getting the shoes off brought some relief to my feet. I came out of my tent after a nap, feeling fresh and light headed, and put my slippers on. It had started getting a little cold so I put my fleece jacket on too. Manu and I started talking and he accompanied me on a slow, short stroll to the far left end of the lake. There was a group of young boys and girls from Delhi and they had a singer/guitarist in the group, he held the center-stage for more than 3-4 hours and it filled the air with some melody for some time.

There is a couple of shops beside the temple that serves food. I had Rajma-Chawal for dinner and quickly went back to my tent, there was nothing else to do in the pitch dark. Yes, there was one thing there that I always look forward to at such places - a star-filled sky. And I was not disappointed. 



Trail from the temple to the grazing ground at the far side



That was where I wanted to camp

Valley on the other side


The grass was aglitter because of all the dew on them



Next morning I woke up at 5:30, it was pretty much a clear day then. I brushed my teeth and freshened-up in the only restroom arrangements there - a tin-shade structure with Indian style toilets. Water is never a problem there anyway. I wanted to take a dip in the lake too, but I don't know swimming and I am not familiar with the area either (and it was still a little cold), so I passed. I had wet tissues that I used to sponge clean myself, instead. Then I enjoyed a mealy breakfast of aloo-paratha and chai. It had started getting cloudy and suddenly a dense fog engulfed the whole area, limiting the visibility to only 10-15 ft. This made me a little worried. I asked Manoj and Manu to hurry, they packed everything quickly and we started our descent by 8:30 am.


On the way back
 I was quite up and bouncy on our way back and we covered half of the distance in less than 2 hours. Manoj was constantly encouraging, that made me sustain my speed. This ultimately proved to be a serious mistake. 

Tip: Never hurry when you are climbing down on such a trek, it can cause serious damage to your knees.

I was anyway suffering from knee pain (very little pain, though, but mostly sensation) for over a year now. I was taking multi-vitamins too. My bounce and speed on the descent aggravated the whole knee-joint issue and my knees got all heated up. The inflammation was so bad that after the Reoti campsite, I cringed every time I had to land on my right leg. I could not even manage to bend my knee without a cry. I completed the rest of the way in 2 hours and we were back in Kareri village by 1 pm, we took only two halts during our descent. 


Finally, feeling accomplished

Back to Kareri village
Back in Manoj's house, the taxi was already waiting. I took a bath at the open tap behind his house, changed into fresh clothes and had veg pulaav with desi-ghee, as pure as it can get. Now the plan was to get to McLeodganj by evening, look for a nice, cozy hotel for a night and relax the next day evening till I board my bus to Delhi. But to my dismay, it was hell crowded in the city like I had never seen. I could not find a nice room anywhere near the square and I just could not have gone for a hotel far from the square, given the condition of my legs. 

A thought came to my mind, very casually, of hiring a taxi to Delhi right then, so I did not have to 'kill' another day in McLeodganj when I did not really want to. I stepped into a travel agency in the market and asked if there was a taxi readily available. Luckily, there was one. It charged me Rs 9,500/- from McLeodganj to my house in Delhi, but I'm glad I spared myself from a night in some suffocating, dingy room and a long, boring, chaotic day in the city.

Coming from McLeodganj to Delhi in a taxi was another thing that I had never done or thought of doing. It was fun.

Final verdict - it is really worth all the physical ordeals and travel after you have witnessed the serene lake and spent a night there. I'll certainly want to do it once more, and now that I know how demanding it is, I'd be better prepared mentally.

Quick Facts:

1. Nearest interstate bus station: Dharamsala
2. Dharamsala - Ghera - Kareri village: drive time is about 2-2.5 hrs, depending on the condition of the roads.
3. Stay in Kareri - call Manoj (+91-9736136880) and he will arrange everything for you at a very nominal charge.
4. Kareri village to the Lake - 13 km trek
5. Difficulty Level - Moderate
6. Height - 2934 m above sea-level

Essentials that I carried (apart from usual clothes,medicines and electronics):

1. Good quality rucksack with internal frame and a waist belt.
2. Rain cover for bag
3. Rain poncho or jacket
4. Good quality trekking shoes, waterproof
5. Extra pair of cotton/sports socks
6. Hiking pole(s)
7. Inflatable Pillow
8. Hydration Pack
9. Wet tissues
10. Hand Sanitizer

Thanks for reading!