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Friday, September 14, 2007

The Dauladhar mountains at Dharamshala


Having seen the Dauladhar range from the far distance ten years ago – a hazy collection of peaks with snowy white tops, a close range view of them at Dharamshala was magnificent, despite the near total absence of snow on the peaks. The way from Pathankot to Dharamshala in the Kangra valley was through low hills and flat plateaus, covered with Chir pine with paddy fields in between. The Chakki bridge had been washed away in a cloudburst just a month ago, and the alternative route was more like a jeep track than a road. Even after joining the main road, a lot of the way had heavy excavations and repairs going on. But all this only added to the excitement and adventure quotient of the trip.


The Club Mahindra resort was picturesque, though situated on a busy road. The back side had a nice garden and a spectacular view of the Dauladhar mountains. Vikram had a good time finding interesting plants, creepy crawlies and snails. We clambered around on the surrounding hillsides and explored the riversides, where Vikram collected river rocks. A number of extremely picturesque streams flowing down from the mountain were within walking distance, including one adjacent to the resort itself.


The visit to McLeodganj was beautiful. The mountains were much closer with slate strewn slopes and a small waterfall. The Dall lake surrounded by Deodhar trees was more like a muddy pond, but the kids enjoyed the boat ride nevertheless. There were a lot of fishes there who dined on a packet of bread presented to them by Vikram – now I know the meaning of the phrase feeding frenzy. The Tibetan temple was interesting but too modern in its concrete construction to inspire awe.

The trip to Kangra river the next day was fantastic too. The river was small but flowed very fast through a spectacular gorge – the first I have seen at such close quarters. The green waters with white rapids were clean and glistening. The Kangra fort perched on a hill nearby provided a wonderful view of the gorge. Climbing from the river bed where we wet our feet to the high fort was along a road following the river, slowly climbing to the top of the steep walls, amazing views all the way. The only minus point was the near total absence of interesting bird and animal life in the Kangra valley. We see more outside our windows every day. But the scenery more than made up for this small deficiency. Well worth the time and effort.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

The Inscrutable Americans

An old book by Anurag Mathur, out in 1991 and probably written in the eighties. Didnt like it much. The main protagonist was too much like Hurree Jamset Ram Singh of Billy Bunter and his American friend too much like Wodehouse's Psmith. In fact the writing had a British rather than American flavour. Except for the first couple of pages, wasnt funny and even less believable - how can a person who supposedly read Archie comics and saw Saturday Night Fever on video in India, not know about American football, cheerleaders and a million other commonplace Americanisms? The brevity (after Stephen King's Stand) was welcome.