Gangotri

From Yamunotri, we headed to Gangotri. We were lucky in that we got vehicles without much fuss from Janakichatti to Uttarkashi and were also able to see some breathtaking locales. Much of the journey was through the mountains and there were too many bends along the way, which wasn’t the easiest thing on my stomach. The journey was great, nevertheless. We stayed in Uttarkashi for the night. Uttarkashi is an example of what unplanned urbanisation can do to a place. It is supposedly a hill station, but it was very hot while we were there. When you looked up you were witness to beautiful forests. The Bhagirathi river flows through Uttarkashi. The city is ugly and dirty and it is a frightful pity that this was allowed to happen amidst such pristine surroundings.

We were fortunate to find seats in a bus going to gangotri. This being “off-season”, getting transport is a little difficult. This bus journey was very hard physically, but it went through the most beautiful landscapes I have ever seen. I had always felt that the alaknanda valley was the loveliest valley, but I now think that the Bhagirathi valley is far more breathtaking. The water was very blue and so inviting. For the first time in my life, I saw apple trees full of apples. My heat was already wild with joy- little can be better than to be in such lovely settings, the pure cool wind blowing tantalisingly on your face, the air sweet and pregnant with promise, the surroundings at once achingly beautiful and at once treacherous – you miss a break and the chances of ending deep down are very high. We reached a place called Harsil, which is apparently the Switzerland of India. We were with an hour’s distance of Gangotri. As we approached our destination, we started seeing a number of snow capped peaks. People in the bus would say -look, that is Kedar peak, that is sudarshan peak and you were too busy trying to keep your stability in the bus and also crane your head in all directions hoping to catch all the sights at one go.

We finally made it to Gangotri at 1:00 p.m with the sun shining brightly and the Ganga river and the Sudarshan peak both welcoming you there. I felt so lucky to be able to be reach gangotri and actually witness everything that I was seeing. We were very fortunate in meeting a number of people along the way. There was a gentleman from Coimbatore who makes his annual visit to Gangotri and Badrinath. There certainly was tinge of envy in me that he had so much of time to actually spend 3 weeks in places like these.

There are a number of people who meet you at the bus stand and start trying to coerce you into taking a room in their hotels. Again, lady luck was with us. We found a room on the banks of the ganga. You open the front door and there, the river is flowing peacefully almost at your feet. My father took a bath in the biting cold water. There was no way he was coming to Gangotri and not bathing in the Ganga. Some people from Calcutta were admiring him for being able to actually do so. The rest of us were shivering. We then visited the temple and then went around exploring the surroundings. There are two kunds called the surya kund and the gauri kund. There is a mini waterfall of sorts there. We then proceeded on a 1.5km trek to the pandava guha(caves). This trek was lovely. On your right the river was gushing along and on your left, the tress (pine) rose up majestically, regal in their autumn hues. The silence was only broken by the occasional chirping of a bird and the sound of the river below. During this walk, the skies had become cloudy and i was hoping for a little sunshine, so that I could get the shots of the peaks. As we were returning, the sun did make an appearance and I got the shots of sudershan, meru and sumeru peaks. We were in time for the sunset. The ganga arati happens on the banks of the ganga at sunset. It was biting cold and the few of us who were there were all clad in heavy clothes trying to brave the open and the wind.

The arati was one of the most beautiful experiences I have ever had. Bliss is sitting on the banks of the ganga and watching the priest doing the arati and singing ganga stotram with the rest of the people. All of us were deeply moved by this experience and we proceeded to the temple for the temple arati. That too was lovely. Being in Gangotri, does give you the feeling in every inch of your body and soul that life is indeed simple and beautiful and one must keep it that way. Little can be better than having this mighty river at your feet and the mountains in your sight.

That night, each time I woke up, I could hear the sound of the river and this was an entirely new experience for me. It had rained through the night gangotri and snowed higher up. We woke up to grey skies and the bitter cold, but my father and I were thrilled to just sit on the portico and watch the whole sight. Our neighbours, a family from Haridwar were daring enough that morning to take a dip in the ganga.

It was time to leave and we bid goodbye to this lovely place. Surely, we must go back and trek to Gaumukh and Tapovan.

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