Ladakh Diary

Snow and layers of mountains

After years of dreaming and months of planning finally I made my trip to Ladakh in June 2014. The task had become rather inconvenient as I had moved from Delhi to Mumbai more one-and-half-years ago. I went on an organised tour, with a group of ladies. Reminded me of my hostel days of community living.

I had heard landscape of Ladakh is breathtaking. I had seen countless pictures Ladakhi landscape. As the flight was landing I could see Leh was surrounded by arid, mostly barren mountain ranges bordering snow-capped peaks. It’s when I started travelling out of Leh, I began to appreciate and be wowed by the natural beauty of the land. The diversity of the scenery is also incredible. Some places are more dry and sandy, some others rocky and some ranges are covered with snow. There are a few patches of green on some hills. Colours of hills also vary: shades of brown, green, blue, yellow etc.

Indus River

Ladakh has truly beautiful and magnificent monasteries. Some of the grander monasteries I saw had impressive statues of Buddha in their compound. An outstanding statue was that of Maitreyee or future Buddha in Diskit Monastery of Nubra valley. The statue is 32 meters tall. The architecture of Thiksey monastery (20 km from Leh), modeled after Potala palace of Tibet stands out. Hemis – at 40 km distance from Leh - is said to be the richest monastery in Ladakh. Every year a festival is held in Hemis in memory of Lord Padmasambhava. Diskit Monastery required a bit of climbing from where cars stop. I found it interesting for two reasons, one was the spectacular view of Nubra Valley from the monastery and two, idols of Mahakali in one of its temples. Alchi and Likir monasteries were the group’s first travels outside Leh. Alchi has four temples. One of them is more than 1000 years old. The temple has some 1000s of original paintings of Buddha on its inner four walls, yet unspoilt and untouched.

Morning prayer, Diskit Monastery 

My sixth monastery was my first one. I simply could not follow the diktat of lying on bed in rest on the first day. After checking-in and spending two-three hours in the hotel, I went out with my camera, walking slowly on the sloping roads. Eventually, I came upon a monastery in Leh Bazaar. I went inside and sat in meditation for a while.

Pangong Tso (Tso=Lake) and Nubra Valley are two popular tourist spots. To reach Pangong Tso from Leh one has to cross Chang La (La=Pass), which at 17590 feet (5360 meters) is said to be the third highest motorable pass in the world. Pangong Tso itself is at above 14000 feet (4350 meters). The road to Nubra Valley from Leh passes through Khardung La – at 18379 feet (5602 meters), it is frequently referred as the highest motorable pass in the world. Besides these two high passes, roads to these two places passing through valleys, by mountainous rivers, crossing ranges, with changing views and temperatures are intriguing and interesting.

Pangong Tso

The first glance of Pangong Lake was a moment of delight. When I went near the lake, it was cloudy. Pangong Tso was in hues of dark blue. At different vantage points the colours changed. Brown-headed seagulls were wadding in the water, flying short distances and walking along the edge of the lake. In sometime, the sky cleared up and the lake took the shade of azure blue. Nubra Valley – at an altitude of 10000 feet - is a high altitude cold desert. Temperatures in Nubra were much more pleasant for the people from the plains than that of Pangong Tso.

I tried a popular adventure activity: river rafting. We went river rafting in Zanskar River. This was my second rafting experience. The first one was in Rishikesh a few years ago. After rafting in Ganges in Rishikesh, rafting in Zanskar proved to be kind of mild. Another sporty thing many of us in the Group tried out was riding double-humped Bactrian camels in Nubra Valley.

One of the evenings we visited Stok village (30 minutes drive from Leh). We took a tour of an old traditional Ladakhi house, well maintained but uninhabited.  The family lived next to the old house in a newer, more modern one. We were guests of the family that evening. The family graciously served us traditional Ladakhi dinner, which was made mostly of barley including homemade alcohol made of barley.

Glimpse of Ladakhi culture

Traditional Ladakhi music and dance were organised for us at our hotel in Leh on the second last day of our trip. Even within Ladakh, traditional outfits, dance forms and music vary between regions. The men and women who were performing were dressed in spectacular dresses. There were songs and dances about daily life, friendship and wars.  

July 2014

Mumbai

See the blogpost at: http://sanchitac.blogspot.in/2014/06/ladakh-am-i-now-in-dream.html

Text and photography: Sanchita C 2014

Back from Ladakh - Is this a Dream?

As if I am in a dream. A travelling life in high Himalayas is not the dream. It's a reality which eludes me some times. It’s this life – a life in the private corporate sector, working almost for financial incentives and promotions - which seems a dream to me.  My move to Bombay – more than a year-and-a-half ago – has torn me away from that which I love very much – the Himalayas. 

Yes, I like the sea, I do like Bombay, I like beaches. But there is nothing more I like than a sight of snow-capped mountains waking up in the morning. In the last few months, the Himalaya itch was killing me. I began making plans to travel to Ladakh more than two-and-a-half months before the travel date. Since I finalised the plan, I told myself every day I have to be patient and that it will happen. I so looked forward to this that I thought my trip would get cancelled.  But I did go! I went to Ladakh on what became a 9-day trip. More details soon!

Some photos can be found @Instagram: http://instagram.com/sanchitac

The call of the Himalayas was so strong that I had written this before I travelled (normally I don’t provide background of my poems)

Waiting, dancing hidden 

silent steps within,

counting every moment –

when will I lie

on your lap?

will I ever reach

that point?

Dreaming, day-dreaming,

can’t wait anymore,

desiring, when I resolved

to never desire,

failing, in my gameplan.

But I know you

will come to me

if I am unable

to reach you

Photography and text: Sanchita C 2014

Two poems and photography

Vacuum

Faces and words –

floating everywhere

covering all words

of an unknown way,

one captures

some of these to

frame them on

inner mind, so that

they become part

of your intentions,

then they go away,

leaving behind a vacuum

to be filled by

other faces and words

Are You a Dream or Am I?

As if I am a dream,

you are my reality;

you come into me

when I am awake,

in my sleep I am

in someone else’s arms;

when I look at myself

on a glass, I am

amazed every time –

I couldn’t be real-

because if I am

you must be a dream

Poetry and Photography © Sanchita C 2014

Edge

There is a bouncy ball

inside of me – bouncing

left, right, up and down –

it makes me edgy, dreamy

and twitchy – walking up

and down my living room,

talking incessantly – mostly

to myself, I reach a point

The point divides itself

into three or four paths –

I stop and look – unsure

which way is the right

way or if there is one;

if all is a matter of choice –

how to make it; a grand

old, huge tree next to me

sways with the wind –

it seems to speak to me,

whispers … rather, says words

in an unfamiliar language

and yet there is some thing

I understand in its message

- not fully though; I wait, sit

and listen – only when

I’d decipher, I’ll move on

Verse & photo: © Sanchita C 2014

Divine Intervention

Tears had dried up

I wasn’t mourning

for the love I cannot

accept, I stepped

near my window,

opened it – big, round,

smiling, kind eyes looked

up at me and said:

“hey, it is alright”;

Must be my personal

version of divine intervention

that saved the day

for me, brought me

a big, bright, sunny smile!