May 2, 2016 Shaunak Kar

Goecha La Diaries A Walk on The Wild Side

Levitation as a simple noun has the weight behind it to describe what most people hope to achieve at some point of their life.Of ‘course there are herbs and chemicals that’ll get you to it but my more “real” tryst with levitation is what I felt as I followed the pristine trail to Goecha La ,the doorstep of Yeti land, the temple of the Mighty ‘Dzonga.

I’m not a cliched romantic, I only casually believe in destiny and my inclination towards any sort of religion inches towards Zero. Surprisingly, this was before I tread on this journey, this walk, that has touched me right at the very core of things. It makes you laugh because you build a shield around you for the numerous years of your scattered life and that comes crumbling down first when you fall in love and as if that is not humbling enough you are showered by the inexplicable beauty of nature again.

The beauty of the wild begins where the asphalt and the concrete ends. It begins the moment you step off the road and it is then that you realize, you are not uninitiated of the wild anymore and the wild is no longer afraid of you.

 

First Rays on Kanchendzonga :(L-R) Gorsya ,Chotu-Helper ,Sanjay-Guide ,Ivanka

 

 

There are endless moments that could be shared and endless tales to be told but for now here are those little incidents that moved me the most!
Magic Forest

 

One of the many butterflies.

On my  very first day on the Trail to Tsokha, there were these vibrantly colored butterflies dancing in the wind, hopping from flower to flower unperturbed with my presence. A bit too unruffled for my own comfort ’cause they literally kept colliding against me and in the same beat they continued with their dance as if nothing had happened. I found the whole interaction very strange when compared to what you get in the land of satellite cable and adulterated milk. Here, the wild embraces you and binds you in this sacred way that is beyond your or my own understanding. You are greeted by the harmonic echo of tweets from birds all over, by the sound of the water plunging on the rocks as they break their fall and you realize that all the words that come to your mind are not enough to describe this magical phenomenon that comes to you in this forest!

 

 

 

Under the Moonlit Sky 

 

Camp at Lamuney at the foot of Mt. Pandim

Lamuney redefined the word “cold” for me. It stays at least at 5 below anytime after 3 PM and you don’t just shiver, you freeze.

 

I woke up in the middle of the night( 8 PM is night time in the mountains) wanting to take a leak, weighing the consequences of not going ahead with it but in any case I decided to go on. There were three things that I needed to do to get out of my tent:

1. Zip open the sleeping bag.

2. Zip open the inner layer of the tent.

3. Zip open the outer main layer of the tent.

 

Now I had all of these in mind, but putting them to practice seemed like waging a war against the freezing winds and the howling ones too. I had to counsel myself for a good 15 minutes to go through with it but the rewards of it all, well, you have to be there to see it right.

 

Six hours away from starting my ascent to Goecha La at this point and I had still not got a clear sight on Kanchendzonga from Lamuney. So this thing that people say about best things happening when you least expect it, it is true.

Lamuney, at night, was like this postcard in an envelope of clouds sent from far far away carry carrying people from all over the world and at 8 in the night that day,  Lamuney delivered. The moment the clouds started dispersing, my jaw dropped. I forgot about my need to pee or the chill that probably sent my fore fathers into a stiff shiver. I lost myself there, in the warm arms of nature, with Mt. Pandim staring down at me with its west face not just  glowing but radiating under moon, embellished by the swirling snow storms on its south ridge.It didn’t end there and as I looked further to my left, sitting still on the throne of it all, higher than everything around, the majestic Kanchendzonga in the waiting. Gleaming under the sky with  the holiness surrounding it the aura and the sheer power of its being commands respect and showers a certain love upon you that is rarely felt.

 

In moments like these, you feel touched- by nature, embraced by the tiniest blade of grass around your boots and that is where you find yourself and your belief. This is why you walk.

 

Cheers!

Levitation as a simple noun has the weight behind it to describe what most people hope to achieve at some point of their life.Of ‘course there are herbs and chemicals that’ll get you to it but my more “real” tryst with levitation is what I felt as I followed the pristine trail to Goecha La ,the doorstep of Yeti land, the temple of the Mighty ‘Dzonga.

 

I’m not a cliched romantic, I only casually believe in destiny and my inclination towards any sort of religion inches towards Zero. Surprisingly, this was before I tread on this journey, this walk, that has touched me right at the very core of things. It makes you laugh because you build a shield around you for the numerous years of your scattered life and that comes crumbling down first when you fall in love and as if that is not humbling enough you are showered by the inexplicable beauty of nature again.

 

The beauty of the wild begins where the asphalt and the concrete ends. It begins the moment you step off the road and it is then that you realize, you are not uninitiated of the wild anymore and the wild is no longer afraid of you.

 

First Rays on Kanchendzonga :(L-R) Gorsya ,Chotu-Helper ,Sanjay-Guide ,Ivanka

 

 

There are endless moments that could be shared and endless tales to be told but for now here are those little incidents that moved me the most!
Magic Forest

 

One of the many butterflies.

On my  very first day on the Trail to Tsokha, there were these vibrantly colored butterflies dancing in the wind, hopping from flower to flower unperturbed with my presence. A bit too unruffled for my own comfort ’cause they literally kept colliding against me and in the same beat they continued with their dance as if nothing had happened. I found the whole interaction very strange when compared to what you get in the land of satellite cable and adulterated milk. Here, the wild embraces you and binds you in this sacred way that is beyond your or my own understanding. You are greeted by the harmonic echo of tweets from birds all over, by the sound of the water plunging on the rocks as they break their fall and you realize that all the words that come to your mind are not enough to describe this magical phenomenon that comes to you in this forest!

 

 

 

Under the Moonlit Sky 

 

Camp at Lamuney at the foot of Mt. Pandim

Lamuney redefined the word “cold” for me. It stays at least at 5 below anytime after 3 PM and you don’t just shiver, you freeze.

 

I woke up in the middle of the night( 8 PM is night time in the mountains) wanting to take a leak, weighing the consequences of not going ahead with it but in any case I decided to go on. There were three things that I needed to do to get out of my tent:

1. Zip open the sleeping bag.

2. Zip open the inner layer of the tent.

3. Zip open the outer main layer of the tent.

 

Now I had all of these in mind, but putting them to practice seemed like waging a war against the freezing winds and the howling ones too. I had to counsel myself for a good 15 minutes to go through with it but the rewards of it all, well, you have to be there to see it right.

 

Six hours away from starting my ascent to Goecha La at this point and I had still not got a clear sight on Kanchendzonga from Lamuney. So this thing that people say about best things happening when you least expect it, it is true.

Lamuney, at night, was like this postcard in an envelope of clouds sent from far far away carry carrying people from all over the world and at 8 in the night that day,  Lamuney delivered. The moment the clouds started dispersing, my jaw dropped. I forgot about my need to pee or the chill that probably sent my fore fathers into a stiff shiver. I lost myself there, in the warm arms of nature, with Mt. Pandim staring down at me with its west face not just  glowing but radiating under moon, embellished by the swirling snow storms on its south ridge.It didn’t end there and as I looked further to my left, sitting still on the throne of it all, higher than everything around, the majestic Kanchendzonga in the waiting. Gleaming under the sky with  the holiness surrounding it the aura and the sheer power of its being commands respect and showers a certain love upon you that is rarely felt.

 

In moments like these, you feel touched- by nature, embraced by the tiniest blade of grass around your boots and that is where you find yourself and your belief. This is why you walk.

 

Cheers!

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