One of the moods of the Tsomorai lake

One of the moods of the Tsomorai lake
A souvenier from 'Ladakh'...

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Ladakh

The journey

Ladakh apart from being a tourist land exudes an essence of quaintness in its desolated hamlets. Reaching a height of about 30,000 ft above the sea-level from Leh lies world’s highest located lakes such as the famous Pangong-Tso and Tso-Morari lakes. Although nearly 70% of its water body lies in China whatever remaining portion enters geographically in Indian Territory is a place to cherish and preserve environmentally.
After a three day sojourn in Leh and seeing around I planned my first visit to the Pangong-Tso which is around 180kms from this main junction.  Go anywhere in Ladakh your beginning point would always remain Leh for the very reason that its suits your comfort in every possible way.  The mountains of different colours and patterns remained our quiet hosts throughout as we drove past them. So did the rivers and rivulets of Sutlej and Zanskar popping up every now and then and played hide and seek with us. Pristine aqua blue free flowing rivers spoke of the joy of freedom in wilderness. The Druk thorn shrubs were seen growing abundantly along the rivulets with a harmony. The calm rustlings of these rivers is the one music that we can hear amidst the backdrop of serenity and silence of the rocky companions apart from the ladakhi religious drums seen rotating at every spot of civilization.  Albeit the barren sandy and quiet look of Ladakhi Mountains their vivid colours allured my heart. I couldn’t stop glaring at each one with admiration and a grappling smile on my lips. Granite green, pinkish red, chrome yellow, and some snow covered mountains stood sturdy as if their entourage was silently welcoming its strange visitors wanting to capture them inside their small digital frames of cameras. They seemed to look at us with a gesture of antiquity and past historical bonding.  As we kept driving ahead we sojourned for a while at one route which was the domain of snow clad mountains and plains.  It was the pass of ‘Chang-La’ which comes at a height of around 30,000 ft above the main sea level.  Snow drifts itself to encapsulate this area clearly differentiating itself from its other colourful competitors.  A small but attractive souvenir shop owned by the army eluded me to take a look at what was exhibited inside it. Gift articles such as T-shirts with an embroidered picture of the wonderful Pangong-Tso, coffee brown and beige coloured Yaks adorned with artistic tapestry look, mugs and glasses with the same theme and other artefacts too were displayed at very reasonable rates.  It was my salute to the warriors of the Indian army for maintaining this pursuit at such an altitude where one can just about freeze in no time with the temperatures going below zero degrees even in the month of October.  Our ten minute break of a cuppa tea added some zest to our mountain journey as we proceeded ahead.
        Sometimes the journey that we are on while travelling makes us forget our destination. No matter where we reach but the exhilaration and true contentment lies surely in how and where we take up our path. Although the point where we were to hit was expectedly far more attractive than we could imagine but I wasn’t actually thinking of the destination here as the scenes that I drove past were an exciting and rejuvenating experience in itself. And I sought as much pleasure as possible capturing each and every sight tagging it firmly to the core of my soul....!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

'Chill' out!



Posted Today 07:57 PM        

Winter is back...the time for poppy's and sweet peas to be planted in every garden,
time for evening coffee's and morning sunshines,
time to put aside the summer stuff back in to boxes and refurbish the ones preserved all this while....
time for bonfires and barbeques.......
time to give a thought to ur actions in the past and bring some changes in them for the future.....
time to retrieve and relax from the ongoing journey called life,
time to be back at one corner with friends....
time for that pampering for your body.....
time for a new photoshoot!!
time to celebrate!!!
wishing u all happy and 'warm' winters......
enjoy all u guys out there.


Friday, November 12, 2010

Jigm Tsewang- The Female Monk


     With her suave looks and gentility in her voice 'Jigme Tsewang' eluded my heart. Female monks in Ladakh are called 'Chomos' and lead a spirituality dedicated life just like any other nun from any other religion. As our car reached and honked at 'Nun'gompa's' gate, she was seen already heading towards us ,probably she must have noticed one lonely vehicle approaching from far away peek-abooing amidst the mountain passes. A smile that could capture admiration and an age which couldn't be hidden behind those sparkling pearl white teeth, this female monk was like an open book unread by may be any one I thought! She showed me around the sacred places of the monastery especially where they meditated, prayed and lived like independent souls though carefully guarded and directed by their respective seers or teachers.

 A cup of tea was soon brought by one another inmate of the Gompa who consicuously moved away as the camera peeked at her face. As Jigme began to go back to her history and answer my curious questions, her veracity to her own life left me amazed. She had been practising this religion and followed the path of a monk through the channels of virginity and self renunciation to reach to her meritorious goals with complete pristine transparency. Now that she had turned a mere thirty year old completely detached from her family and mother country Nepal, her thoughts and perspectives of a feminine life seemed transcending the realities that a woman has to actually undergo all through her effortful life. For truly her soul seemed going along well with her decisions unaffected by any material desires of body and mind. After a cuppa tea me however intended catching some few austere glances of 'Jigme' in my camera.  Petite and shy as she already seemed , Jigme displayed a crystal clear ignorance of my inviting actions for a photogenic snap of hers!  For a moment I thought of placing myself in her shoes ....and lo there my daughter cried from the car wanting all her mother's attention again !   The unspeaking echoes slowly faded away as I rushed to pick her up and introduce my little angel to this pious monk!