When I got up at 5AM, my usual time, it was quiet outside except for the jingling sound made by the mules and the mountain dogs. Looked like wind was finally gone to sleep after a long night shift along with the moon. I tried washing my face with water and my fingers froze, water was icy cold.

With sun already up, it was a pleasant morning, surrounded by the mountains. The more you looked at them the more you feel the pull, wondering how different the life would be there.

People with basic needs, smile on their face never have wants. You ought to meet the men in the mountains.The men you meet, you can literally have a conversation. No they dont send a friend request in FB, no they dont ask your phone number or comment on your marital status or physical appearance. The men are real gentleman who advises you to be careful on sloppy area and enquirers how your trek has been so far. No they dont stare at breast while talking, they look at your face.  I think first time in my life I loved conversing with men without fearing for my safety. They may not be educated but they know how to respect women better than the educated men.

Looked like Santy didnt move from his place.

Smiling faces and hard working guys who makes your delicious meal ready.

Little bit of stretching and little bit of brushing in the morning.

Showering in the sun rays early morning.

After having our breakfast we started our trek to Patar Nachauni via Bedni Bugyal and Ghora Lotani, 7KM trek. A pleasant trek with beautiful meadow and scenery around you wont realize when you reached your destination.

And the trek begins

Santy tagged along

Looks like mountains are Lord Shiva’s favorite place, you can find his temple everywhere.

Its just mind blowing view everywhere.

Nothing stops you. Trail itself is motivating. 

Colors of the nature are soothing. Purple


Yellow and many more

Bedni Bugyal. India Hikes Camp site

Different kinds of flowers

Gaurav bhayya can be India’s next top model

Bedni Bugyal. You find so many trekkers on the way, some with walking poles and some with fancy DSLR

The unstoppable’s

Road is wide and sometimes that one companion only you need.

Bedni Bugyal

Sometimes he leads you and sometimes he follows you. You may stop but he never stops.

When cricket bug bites your bum you suffer from cricket fever at the altitude of 12000ft

The mind blowing view at Ghora Lotani

Ghora Lotani

Ghora Lotani

Ghora Lotani

Yeah, those are our toilets. Luckily those werent giving you creeps like the previous one. The yellow one was really comforting, you could squat and think of anything under the blue sky.

Yeah, yeah, we did it!!

I am just a nameless professional photographer.

Walking, absorbing the surrounding, by the time we reached Patar Nachauni it was 1PM. We were tired and hungry. Lunch was served with broad smiling faces. Trust me the people you find in mountains are really really nice.

Its here I learnt to sun bath lying on the grass. Finally i understood what those firang’s do lying half naked under the sun. Only difference was i was clothes head to toe, except for my face. Hot though but it was soothing in the cold weather.

Dayalji posing with DSLR expert, hard core trekker and guy with killer looks. Ohh Yeah, the boiled eggs saved all the non vegetarians.

They dont have 5 stars hotel at Patanaturi, they have maggi points.

Acclimatization to the near by hill where you get network (finally one chance to communicate with outside world) and back yo campsite, hot soup followed by oxygen and heart beat level check, then followed by early dinner at 7PM. We were almost fallen into a daily routine without our knowledge. It is so true we humans get used to any situation or circumstance in no time. The only difference that was the people who did the summit were back. There was million dollar smile and that un-explanatory satisfaction on their face, they were full of life and tips. I remembered the the practical viva scene. Hows it?how many made it?anyone backed out?does it snow there?. The personal gyan and motivational tips we got made us imagine to be that person next who made it to the summit.

Will I make it?or will I be the person to go back without making it to the summit?will I be a loser?how to take in if i dont make it to the summit?should I repeat the trek until i make it to the summit? no i wont be the loser if I dont make it to the summit or will I be? my head was finally a globe and questions were turning around it like crazy.

I said my prayers to the almighty and went to bed being bit more nervous than before.





To Be Continued…


When sun finally rose after his sweet sleep, it was windy and cold. There was plenty of clean water for our face and tushie but the wind and cold weather made it unbearable to feel the touch of it on our bare skin. Black tea, half an hour later followed by breakfast we were all set for our journey. With the usual ration(biscuit+candies+chocalate bars) in our bag we thanked Geethaji and Gangaji for their hospitality and started our journey. Our journey was from Didna Village to Ali Bugyal, approximately 8000 ft to 11000 ft above sea level, total distance of 10.5 km.

Humans are never on time but mules are.

Colors add flavors to the journey making it more exciting ,bright and merry.

Trees were quiet, birds were none, the trail was clear so as our destination.

Drink water, walk, catch your breath, walk , check for snakes and pee. I had become expert in trekking just in 2 days. 

After a steep ascent we were warmly welcomed by the trees, mind blowing views and tall, broad, sexy trees.

First Maggie point.

Yellow, blue, purple, white, red flowers are everywhere.

I dont know about men from other country but men from my country are crazy about cricket. Trek or no trek, they are always ready to play cricket no matter where.

The guy in red is a awesome bowler, as they say talent hidden from world wasted in the mountains except for the occasional spectators and well wishers.

Looks familiar!

Lets catch our breath and click some pictures. Lets make memories for eternity.

Mules never stop, they continue their graceful walk till the end.

Asia’s largest and beautiful meadow.

Our campsite, Ali Bugyal

Made for each other, our first makeshift wet Indian toilets. Dont they look cute together?You make sound in one and you can hear in next. Unfortunately I eavesdropped, previous nights dal and potato yelling, it wasnt pleasant for my ears though.

With the crazy wind I was worried that people find me squatted, butt naked while the tent flew with the wind,(its worse than somebody hear you fart) Luckily it never happened. First day you need lots of courage to use those toilets. By the end of the trek you will be a pro, trust me.

In search of drinking water and acclimatization.

Gyan sharing by Guddu bhayya(one with stick) and Gaurav bhayya.

View from the near by hill. Blue are our makeshift tents while green are fixed tents belonging to forest department.

Kalu, Santy and Pinky on their way up to the hill


They are from near by village, who spend most of their time trekking the summit following whoever is crossing their path. In winter they go to their home which is in near by village.

Fluffy, Santy lets you to pat him but he doesnt like too much cuddling.

Everywhere you go you can find small stone temple with Trishul. Most of the people are Shiva’s devotees.

Sweet little lullaby with good night kiss by the Sun in Ali Bugyal.

Demo on how to you oxygen cylinder.

As it was windy we ditched our tent and gathered in one of the forest departments fixed, warm tent. Sipping the soup after acclimatization we listened to Guddu bhayaa stories involving kings, queens dancers and horses. Hot soothing soup ,tasty popcorn, Guddu bhayaa’s  steady voice, warmth of the tent, bingo!!everyone’s oxygen level and pulse rate was normal.

Our trek leader explained us how to use the oxygen cylinder, which Gaurav bhayya carried on his shoulder, in case of emergency. We had come to the mountains to learn that!!!When we walked towards our tent after dinner we all were tired and cold.Wind was acting like total freak ,murmuring, singing song which didnt make any sense.

Hardest thing on the coldest night is going to washroom. No one made it to the washroom, at least not that night, everyone picked their spot and watered it, like their own, moon was smiling in the sky knowing our little dirty secret. 

Far away from maddening bragging crowd, irritating gadgets, life’s responsibilities, social pressure I felt, kind of tranquility in the presence of the mountains. Jingling bells of mule were the only loud but pleasant music except for the noise made by our tents against the wind in the quiet night. Far away from the civilization but very near to something more precious. Your life may not change but the way you look at life will definitely change. A holy journey that makes you complete.






To be continued…

Sun was just rising, it was very cold unlike Bangalore’s hot weather, it was a pleasant morning.  I was jittery and acting crazy. Not sure why the butterflies were flying so high in my tummy with occasional cracking sound from other exit. May be the butterflies were farting or may be I was, I am not sure.  I was a total nervous wreck. Will I be able to complete my trek?will my dad find out and blast out like the way he did on last trek?May be I will back on Mule? stretcher?. When the briefing was done previous day by TTH group of all possible scenarios I was lost. Oxygen level low, they send you back, cant walk Mule ride all the way back, worst condition stretcher. No one want to hear the worst possibility on the first day of the trek trust me.

Painting my face with Sunscreen 50+SPF, like others I was looking like a white walker with black eyes. With cross mark head to toe I was saying my rosary back to back, my hands were shivering. After picking my daily ration(refreshment for the trek) banana, biscuit and chocolates, we 21 members+guide+trek lead+2 other guides we started our trek. Nervous though I was confident I am going to walk, sipping water, peeing on the trail, taking small breaths.

This is before we burnt our face and nose in the sun

Locals are innocent people. When you meet the local people, greet them, ask them about their day. Be nice to them, like how they are nice to us.They may not like you clicking their pictures. Ask them, if they deny walk with a smile, you dont have anything to lose. They may not be educated but smarter than you.

Sun was just setting, weather was pleasant, it was 6.5 KM walk. No one could complain about the surrounding, smiling local people, whispering mountains and the complimentary wind.

I enjoyed the first couple of hours, you know, clicking pictures, stopping here and there to catch my breath. Its then the steep ascend started. I could hear my, as well as my fellow trekkers breathing. Every two step I had to stop.I opted for the mule to carry my backpack, so I dont know the real pain of carrying the backpack and walking.

These beautiful flowers are called as Buransh(RhododebDron), no matter how correctly you prnounce the name in Hindi, the local people will correct you with a smile. The juice made from these flowers is just awesome.No they dont make the wine:(

Oh, that’s me!!!

Our first break.

Pushkar Sir, our awesome guide. The guy treks nonstop, very knowledgeable and down to earth. With killer looks he has fantastic mountaineering skills.

The second break.

While you walk the path which hundreds would have crossed these beautiful flowers are the only one which welcome you to their terrain heartily.

Keep walking, sip the water, catch your breath.Repeat.

My peeing in the wilderness saga started here. I guess this was the first and only time I hated being woman. With pressure of drinking 2 liter water, my bladder was already whining. Modesty, oh yeah, I had locked it up back in Bangalore. I looked around for a spot and marked my territory proudly. It was just the beginning, trust me, I have peed on the whole trail.

They carry 60-70kgs weight and walk faster than us. The only transport you find in the mountains.

The first Maggi point.

Second Maggi Point

You can see Gangaji in the pic. Must say the food was really awesome. They were really nice and warm people. Stay was cozy, with only one solar light which lit up in the night. They had real wash room with real water. This was the last stop where our butts will see the water for the last time. Body already had its last bath in Lohajung

By 2 we were done with our lunch. It was very hot outside, temptation to go inside and lie down was insane but I tried and stayed with sipping water . Its recommended not to sleep during day time when you are on trek. When the sun was unbearable I went inside and dozed off keeping my eyes open. 

Evening around 4.30 after tea for acclimatization, we walked the small near by mountain. As we go higher the sea level we have to do acclimatization, so that our body gets used to the surrounding. Its on the way we picked the wood for the camp fire.

Mind blowing view was our bounty.

As we descended we had our soup and our first oxygen, heart beat check. Scared we all were but everything was under control except the uninvited mild head aches.

It is how we warmed up ourselves in the cold weather before going to bed.

Geethaji with her darling husband.

Geethaji and Gangaji’s hospitality was fantastic. For every problem they had a solution which they gave with smiling faces. During winter they dont stay in this village as the snow fall is heavy. They go to the other side of the village, where they spend their winter with their livestock.


Trekking Tips for the Day:

-Take small steps

-Take enough breaks, sip the water dont gulp it.

-Be punctual

-Be nice to your trek mates, try to make a conversation.

-Listen to the trek guide

-Carry energy bars or anything you fancy for the trek

-Sun screen 50+SPF, sun cap, water bottle is the must. 

-Respect the local people and their privacy.

-Dont litter on the ,mountains. 




To be continued..

One last look at the Ganges

Colors they add spices to your life as well as your vehicle. Red, green, yellow, pink, you name it he has it.

“Bhayyaji, aapka naam kya hai”(What is your name Sir). Small talk, yeah I was doing that and certain extend I had mastered the art. “Kamiless”our thin but strong driver said spitting nth time from the window. Sweet, innocent people have only “Sha” problem, which they turn into “ss” while pronouncing.

NH58, one side rock and other side pit, but the drivers there are very skilled. Every turn he took I jumped from my seat thinking that is my last minute. There was a lady in the vehicles who started puking in Rishikess sorry Rishikesh, and went on , never stopping.Curvy road, rocky road he never cared, from start to end he drove in a same speed. With his driving skills I am sure he can bag first prize in auto racing, spitting through out the race, multi talented guy. 

I didnt utter a word when I saw the food, I started swallowing it. I on a scared journey to the mountains, If I want luxury I can get it at my door step in Chinaware.

The place is so beautiful it start to grow on you.


My prayers were on, asking my guardian angel to protect me, with sign cross over my broken bones, yes, I was cautious. 

I met my trek mates, most of them were in their early 20’s, most of them were Gujarathi’s, Tusssssss!!!!. Its better to have a similar age group or mixed one where the conversation just flows and you have to be you. At the end of your trek, the trek and your trek mates leaves a big impact on you so I suggest kindly consider this point

Mountains were calling, whispering, soothing in their enchanted voice. It wasnt a mere trip for me, it was a scared journey which I was longing to do since 4 years. Do or die, I was going to the summit, there was no looking back, I was stubborn like a mule. 


To be continued


“I am going to Roopkund”,I said looking anywhere but at my dad, in low, quiet voice, which was unknown to me. It was a statement and not a request, I wanted him to see that. He looked at me while I was busy checking out the growth of the coconut for the first time in 10 years and said “not required, not meant for you, come home instead”.  If only my dad was supportive I would have gone to Mars 20 years back. Now you know whom to blame for my failure.There, my statement was blown away just like that. I chuckled and walked back home. Throwing tantrums, banging head to the wall and screaming “I am going, going”, rolling big tears days were over. I smiled at my mom who curiously asked “what did he say?”.

“That husband of yours never gonna change. He should be happy that I am informing and going, but no, that old man has to be total pain in ass”.

“So you are not going?” Mom wanted to know.

“I am going. I wasnt asking permission Flo, I was informing him”. I was cool like cucumber, there was a time whatever my dad said was final but not anymore. May be being in early 30’s gives you insane courage.

“Dont get married, roam like a vagabond, In olden days your age….” there she went with her  favorite dialogue.

“Whatever, husband or no husband nobody can stop me, at least this time.

“Roopkund” I wanted to make the journey years back when a hard core trekker explained the beauty of the mountain, sipping coffee at Gloria Jeans, Indiranagar(Which is closed now). I wanted to see what was the big fuss about; Trail, meadow, terrain, rain, tress. Immediate next year when I got the chance Nisha and Loly werent ready so I backed out. Its then I decided I have to make the journey with or without them.

I pursuaded my friends and cousins for almost 4 years but no one budged, buggers. 2018 was my year, I got the chance and I grabbed it with both of my hands and legs, never letting it go, Dads “no” down the drain I looked forward to the trek.

Eating 2 boiled eggs daily, forcefully, climbing the steps, jogging in the park, sit ups I wasnt ready to take any risk. When I told the doctor who  was examining me for common cold about the trek he wrote some more test, even he wasn’t ready to take any risk. I think even for my marriage I wouldnt get ready like this.

With all reports normal I was sure “Cardiac-Arrest” out of scope but ACM was giving me head ache. As you go higher the sea level oxygen level in your body decreases resulting nausea, fatigue, head ache. Gana, one of my friend said “you can close your eyes and do it. You should be passionate about climbing the mountain, dont give up, everything is in your head, drink lots of water. Believe in yourself and you will see the sun rise on the Trishul” she was inspiring. She have completed Roopkund years back and now she is aiming for Rupin-Pass. Hard core sports woman, she represent our country corporate level, she is a  gem in ordinary box. I am so lucky to have the acquaintance of  such great female personalities.

Shopping was crazy expensive. Trekking gear costs you bomb but its one time investment, its mandatory so you cant avoid it.

The crazy me

Laxman Jhula, Rishikesh

Ganges, no I didnt take the dip

River rafting one of the most seen ritual after pooja-paat. If we observe carefully I am sure even the gods will be seen rafting in the Ganges

Ram Jhula, Rishikesh

With whole worlds sin Ganges flew silently at night




To be continued…

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Posted: May 7, 2018 in From Bangalore's Street

Yeah, it’s real and not photoshopped

On a summery sweaty evening, it was Eugo who greeted me with cute smile, friendly approach and crazy bark. I am sure, soon Chumbak will make him their brand ambassador for PERSONAL CARE.