How did the
pull begin?
It was couple of years ago when on vacation with family at
Mussorie, I saw the signboard showing Gangotri to be at 100+ kms. From the top
of the hotel where we had stayed, Himalayan mountain ranges looked enchanting. I
thought I should go there sometime. A year before that natural disaster had struck
Kedarnath. And a year later, rains seemed to bring more harm but they did
damage at the other end of hill ranges, in Kashmir. After one more year, I had
to scrap the plan to visit Char Dham due to heavy rain forecast. It did rain
heavily. But the videos I had watched of those regions had created a calling in
me. I was prepared mentally fully and just waiting for the opportunistic
moment. And it came this year.
Not a good
start

Yamunotri
Gangotri
Not much hardship was needed to reach Gangotri as the vehicles can
close to the temple. We dropped the baggage into the room, took a towel, walked
towards the river bank to take a dip in Bhagirathi River. Water was really cold,
probably less than 10 degree C. A quick dip in that ice cold water refreshed
me. Cold water bath though looks difficult in the beginning, become bearable as
the body adjusts and we begin to notice its magical power of putting one into a
good mood. Changing into new clothes, we entered the temple and we were othe
only visitors during those late afternoon hours. Then we went for shopping, there
are numerous small shops along the street selling idols, pooja materials etc. Our
taxi driver was a learned fellow and he had a guru living in Gangotri. Along
with him we went on to meet Swami Sundaranand. A mountaineer turned yogi, Swami
Sundaranand is already in his nineties, did not talk much. Photos of his in the
ashram gave us an idea of what he was like fifty years ago. As we returned to
room, sleep was waiting to take control on our bodies.
Kedarnath

The journey downward began on the horse. It was not a comfortable
experience so we decided to get down of horse and rather walk down. Three to four hours
of walk took us to Gaurikund. We got into cab again to move towards our next
destination. Chopta, a village where stayed during night, is said to be one of
places of interest to tourists. When he had reached there, it was completely
dark and we hardly could see what lied few feet away from us. So we decided to
retire for the day. I looked at my pedometer, it was showing past 20k steps. I
had never walked this much before. Next day morning, as we were short on time,
we decided to move forward rather than exploring Chopta.
Badarinath
Next day morning we got up up quite early, again we took bath in
kund, went into temple and spent couple of hours there. I had found peace in
sitting idle near to Adi Shankar’s idol in the temple premises. We got back to
room, checked out from room and informed our cab driver to drop us at
Rishikesh.
Rishikesh, Haridwar and B2B
On the return journey, at Devprayag, we got down to take some
pictures of two rivers – Bhagirathi and Alakananda meeting to become Ganga. Had
we time I wished we would have spent some time in this place. We reached
Rishikesh during twilight hours. We had climbed down from all those tall
mountains which had fascinatingly attracted me. Rishikesh appeared dull and
lacked all the soul comforting things which the hills offered. After visiting Jhula’s,
I bought few books authored by Sivananda, a yogi who lived and built a big
ashram in Rishikesh.
Next day we had arrived in Haridwar. We went to Har ki Paudi, took
dip in Ganga and waited till evening to watch picturesque Ganga Aarti. Indian civilization
has grown up on the banks of Ganga, though people were scattered over time,
they never forgot motherly Ganga. Go to any corner of India, you would find a
girl named Ganga. When people offer pooja any water source (including wells),
they call it Ganga Puja. Such is the influence of Ganga. Many Hindus believe it
is sacred to offer last riots at the banks of Ganga, this was the place they
were born and it is Ganga they want to merge with.
Taking overnight bus to Delhi and then by early morning flight we
were back in Bangalore.
Aftermath
The days we were in Char Dham was like life’s excitement at the
peak. Now the normal life looks so predictable and unexciting. It is like after
you count lakh rupees, counting thousand rupees does not seem exciting. But the
memory has become rich. My eyes had seen the most beautiful places of this
world. My mind had understood what it means by calm and serenity. My body had
learnt to cope with physical stress and cold environments. I may go there again
but before that I need to do what I learnt there, to walk more, to take cold
baths and to meditate.