The Sherpa!

I’ll tell you a story before I shift to Rishikesh, eternally!

Not one that will change your life!

Not the one to move mountains!

But one that will make you smile and take you to the mountains.

Triund Top

Long time back, a group of six,  sprinted through the lively lanes of McLeodganj, the heart of Dharamshala.

Thousands of adventurous souls come to Mcleodganj. Some to trek amidst the overwhelming Dhauladhar range, some to explore the shades of Tibet and visit the adobe of Dalai Lama. Few to amaze their senses with paragliding in Bir Billing. Some to just take a freezing dip in the Bhagsu waterfall, followed by which, they yearn for hot chai!

Chaaaai? Of course, after the chilling Bhagsu waters!

We were there to do nothing and everything. Bravehearts without a plan, that’s what makes Mcleodganj so tempting!

Unplanned- unequipped, sheer randomess, enticed us to trek Triund. We hired a local guide, who just charged us Rs. 200/- per person.

The nominal fee, surprised us and curiosity got the better of us. So when we asked him:

Us: How often do you trek?

Sherpa: Everyday!

Stupid Us: Why don’t you get a better job, somewhere, that pays you well?

Sherpa: I did…

Curious Us: Then?

Sherpa: I went to Chandigarh, to work in a travel agency. I fell ill and left it, within a month!

Me:Ill of what?

Sherpa: Haan madam, wahan pahad nhi dikhte na, toh main bimar ho gaya! (Madam, we don’t see mountains there, so I felt sick)

This little conversation stayed with me ever since. Even after half a decade, I still cannot forget the reverent look on his face, when he saw the mountains.

Now, after half a decade, when I wake up and don’t see mountains, I can tell what he meant. And thus I believe, the people who turn to the mountains are different people. They are like wild mountainous beasts who cannot be caught in the concrete jungle. Sooner or later, the mountains will call them home.

So here’s to going back home, here’s to going back to the mountains!