Fresh and New Life

This is a guest post by my friend Kamal Thakur. He is a prolific writer and thinker and smoker. :)

I liked this post of his so much that I decided to bring it here on my blog. I hope you will like+learn from it, as I did.

Are you bored of your life?

New things are not happening, that’s what everyone thinks. It’s the same old routine. You wake up in the morning, perform your early morning rituals and get ready for the office. This is specifically the case with people who are working for long hours in offices. School and college going students don’t have to suffer from this ‘same-old-things-everyday’ syndrome – they face new things now and then; their routines are limited. Sure the children wake up, brush their teeth, get ready for school everyday – but their days at school are all new and fresh. They don’t hold on to old memories so hard while an adult continues to look back; instead of focusing on ‘what is now’.

How could you make your life full of excitements, wonders and joys with same-old-things!

Boredom gives you a sense of non-fulfillment. You don’t feel satisfied with your life. So gear up for a ‘new’ change! You can change anything from your daily routine to work hours. Allotting a few hours per week to play your favorite game at local sports club is not a bad idea either. Don’t think about the cost of membership if you can actually afford it or make a cut in your monthly savings! We are talking about ‘living life’ here.

Well, if you are so much in love with your work, you can of course, choose to work day-night; then, I will say, you are not working, you are playing We ourselves are responsible to create new excitements in our life! And we do so, by making decisions! The decisions like ‘working in a specific profession, ‘working at that company’, ‘staying with that folk’, ‘being in relationship with that chick’, ‘play that game’, ‘watch that match’ and so on.

When something bothers you, you have to have a decision!

Other choice to is to get bored with your life and hate each moment of it. That will be really sad. Better take a decision – a new one!

How can anything new and exciting happen in your life if you keep doing the same old things. Have you been holding on to your attitude towards a particular person? Well, you are different now ..than you were five years ago. Your ideas about life have changed. You have grown a little old. Its very much possible that others have changed too! Why not have a better attitude towards others, expecting that they might have changed to your tune. That’s why wise men ask you not to be judgmental!

New things will not happen if you hold on to your opinion about a person, place or situation as ‘irritating person’, ‘nasty place’ or ‘confusing situation’. You will have to think in new ways possible! First of all, drop those words – irritating, nasty and confusing. Add the words that are new! Add the words that you like. Now you are really making a decision. Now you are really making a choice! I would love to make it – ‘wonderful person’, ‘awesome place’ or ‘lovely situation’. That will be a ‘NEW’ thought. That will sprout up as ‘NEW’ actions. That will manifest as ‘NEW’ change.

Micro changes – CREATE excitement, attract happiness and kick boredom

Make decisions at the level of thought. Change your attitudes towards a place, situation or person at the level of thoughts. To think is to do something subtly. To think is to create. If you really focus on the these micro changes (mental multimedia broadcast), you will certainly go crazy for sometime but you are going to float back to the safe harbor – the one with really greener grass.

Macro changes –Drop routines, take risks and be hopeful or carefree at least

Now you need to take your daily routines at task. You need to make some crucial decisions about your career. You better know how to turn your anger on and off at your own will. Why not have a small walk around the house instead of watching TV all day. Why not read or write a blog instead of fixing your eyes on your FB wall! Why not pay a visit to a friend, even if he has not called up in weeks!

Give a flip to your thinking pattern for sometime! Its no good if its not working, you know! Change your daily routines. That’s important, you see. Break free .. for a few hours every week.. at least! In the very least, we ought to respect our life that much.

P.S: आज़ादी मुबारक हो , सपनों की और सोच की,
एक नयी आज़ादी |

Tour Diary -Trip to Spiti Valley-Day Five

Sleeping in backseat of the car is never a great idea, especially when the temperature is almost Zero degree Celsius and all you have is a wet pair of socks, waterlogged shoes and a thin shawl in the name of blanket. There were more than 100 tourists trapped in Chattru, a group was to leave for America-they lost their passports, as their car fell into the river. Another person was to leave for USA, his flight returned back from USA and he was still in Chatrru :P

The Beautiful Chatrru, count the number of cars and multiply it by 8 = trapped tourists

The driver of our car was a brave man. He decided that he will take us out of this place. However, after moving 3 kilometers, things became clear or rather totally unclear. The road was nowhere to be seen, it was replaced by a 8 meter wide ditch that run 8 meter in depth as well. It was impossible to cross it on foot, forget about moving a car over it. Things could not get worse, we were running out of cash as well :)

The Road that was not there

Naveen - The Brave Driver

The dinner that cost you 25 INR one day, cost you 30 on the same evening and the very next day, it was priced at 35 INR. However, Ujjwal had all the money and he decided not to give me any because he somehow foresaw the problems, we were about to face. A group of foreigners decided to move towards Manali on foot through the Hamta Pass. Ujjwal was getting impatient and he asked me to come with them. I never doubt my ability to walk in any condition but I was skeptical about Ujjwal's capacity+ ability to walk long distances. Secondly, we did not have any trekking gear or to put it in a sensible manner, we did not have enough clothes to cover ourselves. The snow was falling, the weather was beautiful and we were about to commit the biggest mistake of our life.

Fresh snow, they say is the most dangerous thing as it absorbs you as a whole and even the dogs/vultures do not get a hint of your flesh/bones. Luckily, the trekkers had only one spare jacket and it saved us from 'becoming one with the ultimate'.

I still do not know what happened to those trekkers and if they made it, they were indeed brave men [under the influence of Holy Marijuana] and even if they did not, they were 'the visionaries' :)

We decided to stay inside the car and I promised Ujjwal that tomorrow we will dine in Manali at the Khyber's [actually name of the restaurant, I did not say :P] We slept in the backseat and early morning decided to walk all the 17 Kilometers towards the National Highway. I doubted Ujjwal's capacity to walk but, as usual surprises waited me on every turn. The first few kilometers were fast, smart and easy. However, after 8 kilometers, I started hallucinating and my body started paining. [Reference: Accident I & Accident II]

And to see Ujjwal walking faster than me was even more painful, male ego I guess :P

However, as I have already said, I can walk any day, any time and any number of kilometers, we kept moving towards the destination. We encountered water-ways, devastated roads and waterfalls.

They were the same waterfalls, which Ujjwal wanted to capture while going towards Chandrataal Lake. However, the return trip changed his mentality and now he was not even looking towards them. In this event of National or International Crisis, a childhood friend helped us a lot.

The not-so-beautiful waterfalls

जुराबें कैसे सुखाएं

Parle-G, the glucose energy helped us to move briskly, smoothly, without falling.
The taste was sweeter and the grass was greener, indeed.

Walking Warrior [Fucked Up Me]

Ujjwal was telling me that if someone falls down in the water, then he will definitely feel the pain in this bone-chilling weather. He fell down the very next moment he uttered the sentence. :P Luckily, the weather was clear and after walking for 4 hours, we reached the destination of ours. As we were running short of cash, we decided not to eat anything at Gramphu, so that we could pay the taxi/bus fare. We asked some tourists to take us with them but none of them agreed. Probably, our appearance was 'not-so-well' and the language I spoke was 'Our Mother-tongue'
As soon as I switched to English, the very first vehicle took us in and I was happy that we were saved.

We reached Manali after walking/trekking/swimming for two hours, met Jp+Varun, they both were looking even dirtier+filthier than us because they had even more difficult task to do. To explain the situation to parents, friends, girlfriends, brothers and sisters. They lied to everyone and they framed a new lie for every different person.

That night, as I had promised, we were dining in Manali and for the very first time in my life, I tasted Vodka [in the form of Cock~Tail], which actually tasted like poison or nothing less than that. Two sips and I decided that I am never going to taste this thing again.

However, Murphy was still with us or probably with me and the trip was not yet over ;)

Pic of the Day ;)

P.S: People can check the most beautiful and most-unexplored regions of Himachal at CrazyTravelGuide

Tour Diary -Trip to Spiti Valley-Day Three+Four

Day Zero

Day One

Day Two

Murphy Law states that Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong and we had glimpse or probably the full-view of it during this trip. After coming back from the Chandrataal Lake, we thought of taking a break and rather than moving towards Kaza, we came back to Batal and decided to stay in the White House. The drunkards got hold of a bottle of rum and had fun. We collected wood, gunny-bags, something-like-coal and some dried horse shit to keep ourselves warm in the bone-chilling weather. Happily, we slept in the White House and early morning, we were going to enter into the Legendary Spiti Valley. However, the random function of life played strange and the next morning started a journey, which we had not dreamed of.

After warming up the car for few minutes in the morning, we sat inside it and after moving for few hundred meters, it gave up. The car did not start and its self-start broke down. We pushed it back to the Batal Camp, but it did not start at all. We were carrying spare fuses with us but the darn engine would not start. We believed that the car battery has failed us and the only possible solution was charging the battery through external source.

Rescue Measure1- Self Operation!

Rescue Measure2- Operation Tractor!

A tractor was standing nearby and the owner allowed us to charge our battery through his battery. As a matter of fact, it started raining and we were working on pushing~pulling~charging the car and ill-fated battery. After we charged the battery for a while, it did not work. We tow-chained it with the tractor and now the tractor was pulling the car. It did not work.

Rescue Measure3-Applied Engineering

Disturbed minds have never taken a good/wise decision and we did exactly, what we should not have done. We decided that two of us will stay at the place and two will go to Manali to get the mechanic. Jp+Varun decided to go to Manali, we gave them all the cash and I+Ujjwal stayed at the Batal_White House with minimal cash. However, we were optimistic and we were hoping them to return on the very next day. Ujjwal beat the shit out of me inside the white house. He lost his brains and he kept asking me, where would be they. When will they come back? Finally, I slept at 2AM and early morning, Ujjwal again started kicking me. Frustrated, I asked him about the problem and he gave me another wonderful news.

It had started snowing. In my 24 years of existence, I had never seen snow fall and when I saw it happening, I was not-at-all happy about it. To make things even worse, the Dhaba-Owner kept telling us the story of 42 Mumbaikars stuck in the very same place, one month back and how he helped them to stay alive during those 'six bad days'.

By the time it was 9 AM, the place was covered with snow and we hoped to stay there on a semi-permanent basis, considering the options we had. After, drinking at least 250(scale 25:1) cups of tea, a Tata Sumo arrived from nowhere. We requested them to take us with them and the driver agreed. However, he asked us to leave our luggage there as he did not want to trouble himself in one feet snow.

Snowfall

Beggars are no choosers, so we did what he wanted us to do. We left our bags there, carried the laptop and camera with us. After driving for 10 kilometers, we saw no road. Actually there was no road but all snow. The driver asked us to get down and find the road with him. The road was blocked and the boulders kept coming from the hills. We started working on the road-clearance job and after working in snow for one hour, the fingers were unable to move. The action coninued for another one hour and after that I felt like a snow pig. All I had with me was a pair of shoes, no jeans/lower/pants to change. I sat in my underwear inside the car to keep myself warm, as the clothes were drenched in water. Ujjwal had accepted his fate and he was helping other drivers/vehicles to find way in that mess.

Heavy Snowfall

'We are fucked snowfall'

जय माता दी !

We reached at Chatrru at 8 PM. 8 hours for 36 Kilometers and there was no sign of any accommodation. Finally, the party decided to sleep inside the car itself and we slept on the backseats of Tata Sumo.

The journey continues and Murphy Law prevails.

Tour Diary -Trip to Spiti Valley-Day Two

Day Zero
Day One

One more night at the rest house and we were all charged up to move towards the Snow Deserts of the Spiti Valley. We all underestimated the natural beauty of the Spiti Valley and what unfolded in front of us was nothing less than a miracle, as we survived on that rough terrain on the bloody Maruti of ours. Actually taking a Maruti towards Kaza is inhuman, sadistic and brutal, for the vehicle obviously.

One more time, we found ourselves at Koksar, eating the Paranthas [परांठा] and stuffing our bags with chocolates, biscuits and water. Gramphu [ग्राम्फु] was the first place that looked like a village.

.Gramphu.

For the next 17 kilometers we kept looking at each other because things were complicated and difficult. JP decided to sit on the front seat with the driver and he became our permanent assistant. As the road was full of stones, he kept saying 'एक ऊपर , एक नीचे ', which none of us could understand, initially. All he wanted to say was to keep one side of the vehicle on the top of the stones and other on the safe side to keep things safe and smooth. However, maintaining 'एक ऊपर, एक नीचे' approach was very difficult and we kept fighting, abusing and scolding each other until we reached Chattru.

Just an example: I was driving, JP was sitting besides me and we saw a pile of stones on the road, he shouted 'ऊपर से, ऊपर से' and I took those stones directly below the vehicle. I thought he will praise me for it and he started scolding me because he meant to take the one side of car above them and not the central bisection of the stones. The car became a drum and we could hear the sonorous musical tone inside the car. :)

After 17 kilometers of swimming, pushing and walking [ there was little bit of driving too], we reached Chattru. We inquired about the road ahead and all people could do was look at our vehicle and tell us that road is OK. Next destination was Chota Dara [छोटा दड़ा] and road between Chota Dara and Chattru was horrible and it felt nothing less than sliding on pointed sharp stones in a cloth less form. We almost gave up after that, the car moved at a speed of 12KM per hour and it took 50 minutes to cover 10 kilometers. The sight of river Chandra on one side in the backdrop of the Great Himalayas was breathtaking. The word cold desert actually made sense there as all we could see was snow, water and stones. The sight of another village like place made us happy. The place was Batal [बातल] and it was going to become a semi-permanent residence for few of us in the next few days. The place had two Dhaba's [ढाबा] and both of them were nothing less than the best restaurants of the world.

Varun+Ujjwal+Snow+बेवकूफी

.Snow+Posers.

.Batal Dhaba+Aunty+Tarun.

.Snow Habitat.

After staying there for a while, we decided to go towards the Holy Chandratal Lake [चंद्रताल], birth place of the Chandra River. It was just 14 kilometers away from Batal and Kaza was still 88 kilometers away from there. We decided to see the Chandratal and halt for a day at the Batal Camps/Tents.

The road towards the lake was unexpectedly well and good, good is an understatement actually. However, we got to know that few MLA's of Himachal Pradesh were visiting that place and that was the main reason behind the good condition of that road.

Road to the lake was beyond the scope of our Maruti or any Maruti for that matter, so we decided to walk the remaining 5 kilometers. However, a group of tourists asked us to join them in their Tata Sumo and we were happy again. The lake was full of policemen and सरकारी बाबु and as it was about to rain, we decided to make it fast and straight.

.Men at Work.

.This is Road.

One of the MLA's happened to be our college senior and we were happy to meet him. Actually, he spotted us and asked us about our whereabouts. Considering our condition, we looked less like tourists and more like mentally challenged people thrwon into the snow deserts. [This is what a small car can do to you in that part of country] He must have thought of helping us but he was very Eco-friendly and he asked us to join the lunch party with him, which we did not refuse ;)

While coming back, we met a foreign couple on Bullets. The lady and his man, both were on their independent Bullets and it was then the Murphy Law struck. It struck badly and the life was never same again :X

.The Holy Chandratal Lake.

Coming Soon: Murphy Law and Snow and Lack of Money and Struggle

Tour Diary-Trip to Spiti Valley-Day One

Day Zero

Ecstasy, emotions and happiness was all around because the car performed much better than our expectations, as it worked perfectly well on the not-so-perfect and 'not expected condition' of roads.

.The rest House.

We stayed in a Rest House at Dalang Maidan [दलंग मैदान] and decided to move towards Keylong early morning. The caretaker of the rest house was a cool man. His name was Nand Laal [नन्द लाल] and he helped us a lot by allowing us to stay in that rest house. The place was located on the banks of the 'Chandra River' and they were growing wheat and performed different experiments on wheat and its derivatives in their acres of land.

Early morning, we started moving towards Keylong. We all expected Keylong to be a great place and it turned out to be one great place as well. While moving towards Keylong, you reach a place called Tandi Pull [टांडी पुल] where the Chandra and Bhaga Rivers merge together and give birth to the famous Chandrabhaga River [चंद्रभागा].

..The Legendary Tandi Pul.

.Birth/Formation of Chenab.

The Chandrabhaga River then starts flowing towards Jammu and then enters into the Pakistan Region through Akhnoor Border in Jammu.[अखनूर]

On our way towards Keylong, we met three young guys going towards Keylong. The special thing about their journey was that they were all on a single bike and the bike was not a Bullet/Royal Enfield. They were riding on a 150 CC bike and they traveled 200 kilometers on that bike with only one driver among them. They were real crazy people and I thought no one could match us, as we had our Maruti with us :P

.3 On 1.

.Varun+Ujjwal.

Keylong is a small town with two banks and no ATM. The place has few temples, few hotels and a great bus station. The bus station of Keylong is far better than the bus stations of other 'major towns' of Himachal Pradesh.

.Welcome to Keylong.

.Wherever you go HRTC Follows.

There in Keylong, we decided that Leh would be an atrocity for the poor Maruti and moving towards Leh would be a fatal mistake [which turned out to be one the many wrong decisions of this trip, which we realized later]. There we decided that we will go to Kaja and from there we will go to Shimla through the mysterious Kinnaur District. On our way, we got to know about the Udaipur Town and the Trilokinath Temple. [त्रिलोकीनाथ]

However, considering the heat[ yes it was hot there] and the tough road conditions, we decided to call it a day and returned towards our rest house. Trilokinath was still 20 Kilometers away and we did not feel like going there. The last petrol pump you will see in that place is located near Tandi Pul and you will have to pay two/three rupee more per liter of petrol.

There we saw a signboard pointing towards a monastery and we started climbing uphill. The name of the monastery was Tupchiling Monastery [तुपचिलिंग] and it turned out to be a beautiful place.

.Incredible India.

.Tupchiling Monastery.

Informational Content:
Do not drink and drive :P
Take a break at Tandi Pull, you will love the place.

Note: Second day was quite an uneventful day because we expected Keylong to be a snow covered region and it was not. We thought of visiting the temple and we could not. So this post consists of more pics than text.

Day Zero

Tour Diary-Trip to Spiti Valley-Day Zero

Day Zero – A Random Start

The much awaited Leh trip started on 1^st July with numerous confusions and no tour plan. We had decided to go to Leh in March, then we decided to go to Mumbai and then finally, we decided to go to Manali. However, none of the plans could be materialized and we decided to go to Keylong. (केलोंग)

.Those who traveled together and never agreed with each other for a single moment.

.The Pandoh Dam.

We planned to go by bike but then, there were five people and one bike. Thereafter, there were five people and one car and lastly there were four people and an Old Warrior.

Keylong is a famous tourist spot, which is just ‘365’ kilometres away from Leh (लेह) . We thought of hitting Keylong on 2^nd July itself and as it was just a random decision, I decided to call it Day Zero.

.The Rohtang Pass.

The Good:

We finally got a camera; in fact a DSLR, Nikon 3000 and for the first time in my life, I got a chance to travel ahead of the Solang Nala. The weather was pleasant, birds were chirping and I was happy ;) People were cooperative and we met a group of bikers traveling from Delhi to Leh on their bikes. A German or French or I don’t know what, was traveling alone and he did not know [proper/understandable] English that was the most adventurous part of his trip and that is why admire Europeans. They don't fear anything. Few cyclists were traveling on their hi-tech bikes [cycles] towards Leh or [China probably].

The Bad:

The worst thing that can happen to you is injury or loss because of someone else’s mistakes. The fast travelling tourists drive rash and inflict damage to other people. Blowing horn is out of the syllabus and overtaking is their inherited property. However, I (and JP + Varun as well) kept hurling abuses at them and I am an expert in driving-cum-kickboxing.

Informational Content:

The roads never looked like National Highway 21 but it is an admirable fact that the BRO and HPPWD have maintained the standards of the roads. Water, snow and rocks keep coming and the labourers and the engineers never say no. Hats Off to their good work.

Those who intend to go towards Leh from Manali-Rohtang route must ensure that they get their tanks filled at Manali itself because things become nasty after you leave Rohtang pass.The next petrol pump is at Tandi and the pump owner sets the price on his own. On 2^nd July, he was selling petrol at the price that would be implemented by Government of India by December 2011, considering the current price movements.

Khoksar is a place where the road diverges to Kaja and Leh. Just opposite to the Police Chowki, there is a Super-Economical dhaba that cooks/sells delicious food. The most interesting fact is that the Dhaba Owner never charges you more than the printed rate, which is an uncommon practice in every other part of country.

At some points, the roads were like devastated oil mines of Iraq and Afghanistan. We had to get down from our ‘vehicle’ and remove the stones, sand and soil from the road to make way for ourselves.

Day Zero ends:

As we were getting late, we started looking for accommodations in the villages, 10 Kilometres before Keylong. Luckily, we sneaked into a rest house belonging to the Agricultural Department where people drank beer and enjoyed a nice and sound sleep.

And by any means, did I tell you about ‘The Warrior’?

Yes, It was a 'Maruti'

We wanted to travel/drive on our own and thus hiring a cab was totally out of question. Four people riding a bike is unhygienic, unsafe and totally immoral, so we decided to take this 1997 model with almost 85000 kilometres under its belt.

Varun+JP+Old Warrior

The Route Map:

Sundernagar-Mandi-Kullu-Manali-Marhi-Rohtang-Gramphu-Koksar[eat parantha+tea]-Sissu-Gondla-Tandi.

Day One

Top Bottom Approach

The CAT/JEE is over and many who scored 99 percentile did not make it but some who somehow managed to get 80-85 made it into the IIM's/IIT's and other good colleges.

I personally know some people who have pain in their eyes not because they could not make it but because someone who ate with them and worked with them, made it by availing some quota that rendered him 'weak' 'remote' and 'depressed segment of society'.

But then India is a historical country with Historical Mistakes done in the past, which still cling to Our Existence.

Anyhow, recently I got to know that these reservations and quotas work in the Organizations as well, where the weaker segment of society gets easy "Promotional Offers" and "Discount Coupons".

Just consider an example:

He was born poor and his ancestors faced the evil of casteism, very bad, inhuman. The government started efforts to bring his family at par with he other castes and creeds. Government made it easy for him by giving him relaxation in education and age limits and fee [money makes the mare go]

He availed the offer, he worked hard as well [no doubt]. He entered in a good college and he availed the benefit by getting more scholarships and easy fee structure. He made it into a good company as well availing the same discount coupon. Sidewise, he learned to sit,eat,shit and sleep with people of other castes as well. He, somehow managed to stand equal to them and match their qualities, if they had any.

Now, after he graduated, he joined his 'sarkari organization' and started working their with other people. By the time appraisal times appeared, he again availed the Discount Offer and he started working as the Boss of Most talented fellow of his batch.

One day a politician came to his house asking for votes. He said, you belong to our caste, so you must vote for me. He protested but then the politician said, "Dude, I have given you the seat and post and money you are earning now. I gave you a free chance and you looted it with both hands. You were free to drop it after you earned a spot in the 'sarkari organization' but you never thought about it because it was free, effortless. But now you have become habitual of this 'free-offer' and if you want to avail it in future, Stay Connected ;)

"And he was blank because he never thought that way."

Dependency, you see, is a very dangerous thing.

The only way to restrict caste-ism is the Top Down Approach. Start eradicating reserved posts in the organizations where you earn handsome money. This way, message will pass down the spines of politicians that there is no 'Educated Parasite' in the society.

Unearned Money is the root cause of evil. The sooner it is realized, better it will do for the country, society and Individual Existence, otherwise the day is not far when people will ask caste before talking to their neighbors.

The story of a living-being!!!

The tree stood there since ages, on that barren field. Barren because the field was disputed, no one owned it and everyone wanted to own it.

It was a land dispute.
The usual land disputes where the land lies calmly because no human actually owns it. The tree was the sole owner of that field. It grew there and it gave every single moment of its existence to the land and the air and the human beings who did not own it.

They closed the land deal finally.

The land was sold to someone who never intended to own it. They started enclosing the field from the eyes of the neighbors. The fencing work started and the tree, the former owner became an obstruction. They first chopped off its branches and then they decided to cut it down.

The tree was gone. The air, the field, the sun never had any problem with it because they do not have any senses. Man chopped it down because of his senses.

The fence took the place of that tree, which science says is an equal living being as human.

The story of existence was never so strange.

मसरूर मंदिर -The Masroor Temples

The journey of life is strange. The Pandava's stayed in jungles for I do not know how many years, but even then they managed to build beautiful temples and tunnels and what not! And today I am privileged to see those places, which were an outcome of their अग्यात्वास।

मसरूर मंदिर -The Masroor Temple is a beautiful temple located in the Kangda District of the state of Himachal Pradesh. Most of the tourists visit Dharamshala and Chamunda Temples but they miss this extremely beautiful spot, which is not yet developed by the Himachal Tourism but it looks better undeveloped and in its raw form only.


The legend says that भीम and his allies built the temple to please the local deities. The temple is monolithic and carved out of a small mountain or a big rock. The temple is rock-cut temple and no part of the temple is modular or designed separately. No doubt, the man of caliber of भीम only could do such wonder.

However, during the 1905 earthquake, the temple was damaged badly and it resulted in destruction of some of the parts of these temples. The Tourism Board says that the whole site consists of 15 temples. However, I couldn't find any different temples and concluded that there was only one temple there. :)

The Tunnel

The temple also has a small tunnel/सुरंग that connects the lower part of the temple to its upper part. There is a pond in front of the temple, which is just beautiful. Just next to the temple, a Government School is there and these kids are privileged to study at such a serene place.

The carved faces and designer walls of the buildings left me spellbound. The building is however, losing its strength and the government has installed some steel plates to add strength to the walls of the temple.

Designer Walls :)

Carved Faces


Carved Face-II



The School and the Pond

How to Reach there?

Those who come from Shimla need to head towards Dharamshala and take a right turn just after they happen to cross the Ranital Railway Station. The distance between the link road and the National Highway is just 22 kilometers, which would take not more than one hour.

Those who come by air, need to get a taxi from the Gaggal Airport and head towards Kangda, as soon as you leave the airport [ say 25 meters], a link-road goes towards the temple towards the right hand side.

One can from Pathankot towards Kangda and just leave the National Highway near 'Nagrota Suriyan' [ नगरोटा सुरियाँ]. One can find such boards all over the place to guide them.

Moral of the story:
1. भीम was a very strong man.
2. The temples are breathtakingly beautiful.

Edited Part: Some years ago, probably in 2004, a sunslik advertisement was shot in the temple.

This is John Galt Speaking!!!

I found this here and believe me I loved it.





The Ayn Rand fans will definitely love it.
Those who have read Atlas Shrugged would be able to relate to it more closely.