Memories, Ramgarh, Uttaranchal
Yesterday Delhi experienced a dramatic storm and thunder squall. My mind wandered to the hills and I kept on thinking about the rains and Ramgarh, hence this post.
This is the famous or rather funny team which went to Ramgarh and planned to trek to Geetanjali where (according to Outlook Traveller) Rabindranath Tagore had started to write the Nobel winning piece of literature by the same name .
In the picture one can see left to right - Sanju (crouching), Jina, self and Suman. The fifth trekker Saurabh cannot be seen in this picture as it was he who captured the famous four/five here. Although Suman's looks very happy in the fore front but in reality he was very worried how this 1.5 km trek from the TRH will ensure that he won't meet his beloved ever again (dear readers for those who have missed the earlier part of the narration, at this juncture Suman had no one particular beloved on his mind), we had set off towards Geetanjali around nine right after breakfast. As it was monsoons in the hills there was a thick foliage around us. The green lush hills rolled all around us and it was breath taking.
For the city dwellers however it was a land full of mysterious creatures lunging out at us from the mist. Half human- half animal it would strike at us for no particular reason (even though we all are perfectly aware that no animal attacks without provocation) and every step of the way Suman was absolutely sure we were totally lost and were heading towards our miserable end. The fifty minutes walk took us close to three hours and then we saw what used to be Tagore's abode for peace and musings. Although it is in ruins but it still conjures up image of a tiny cottage tucked away in the hills of Himalayas where the poet could find perfect conditions to write.
We were not devoured by the Hollywood B grade
movie creatures after all and made it back to safety of the TRH. Suman too met his beloved and tied the proverbial knot. So there were more than one silver linings to the trip. Memories were made, cherished and nurtured.
This is the famous or rather funny team which went to Ramgarh and planned to trek to Geetanjali where (according to Outlook Traveller) Rabindranath Tagore had started to write the Nobel winning piece of literature by the same name .
In the picture one can see left to right - Sanju (crouching), Jina, self and Suman. The fifth trekker Saurabh cannot be seen in this picture as it was he who captured the famous four/five here. Although Suman's looks very happy in the fore front but in reality he was very worried how this 1.5 km trek from the TRH will ensure that he won't meet his beloved ever again (dear readers for those who have missed the earlier part of the narration, at this juncture Suman had no one particular beloved on his mind), we had set off towards Geetanjali around nine right after breakfast. As it was monsoons in the hills there was a thick foliage around us. The green lush hills rolled all around us and it was breath taking.
For the city dwellers however it was a land full of mysterious creatures lunging out at us from the mist. Half human- half animal it would strike at us for no particular reason (even though we all are perfectly aware that no animal attacks without provocation) and every step of the way Suman was absolutely sure we were totally lost and were heading towards our miserable end. The fifty minutes walk took us close to three hours and then we saw what used to be Tagore's abode for peace and musings. Although it is in ruins but it still conjures up image of a tiny cottage tucked away in the hills of Himalayas where the poet could find perfect conditions to write.We were not devoured by the Hollywood B grade
movie creatures after all and made it back to safety of the TRH. Suman too met his beloved and tied the proverbial knot. So there were more than one silver linings to the trip. Memories were made, cherished and nurtured.
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