Samatva

Variety of Manikiran

Manikiran. Temples of Himachal …. 8

Manikiran is a pilgrimage for Sikhs.. and the area around is bewildering mix of experiences. Manikiran is above hot sulphur springs. The small sarovar within the Gurudwara is always comfortably warm; and there are elaborate arrangements to stow away your shoes and clothes before the bath, including small plastic mugs. The Langar is cooked in the hot springs and needless to say, the Kitchen is always on.

Manikiran is on the banks of Parvati river which hints at its antiquity. The river cuts a narrow, deep valley; and for most of its length till it meets Beas at Kullu, it is hardly even visible from the road. People say that large parts of the valley don’t see the sunshine at all.

Kasol is nearabout and is a mecca for Israelis, if you can overlook the oxymoron. When I had first seen this area in 2013, I couldn’t believe you could have Hebrew menus deep in Himachal. It is a favourite jaunt for Israelis after their mandatory defence service.

That also made the nearby Kheerganga popular. There is term that a traveller friend of mine, Jitaditya Narzaryuses; Kasol Kids, who look for packaged adventure and selfies. So much so there have been murders and camping is no longer allowed.

It has one of India’s first private hydro plants, with water scavenged at mountain top and brought down 800 mts through a tunnel in the mountains. The project built a road. In 2013, I took the chance to drive up what was still a Kacha road for construction trucks. I had to sign a no liability declaration before the power plant would let me up the road. The road brought the legend of Malana closer to civilisation.

Malana is a settlement at 8000 feet. The villagers of Malana believe they are descendants of Alexandar, left behind by the war. They practice true social distancing from outsiders and you may have to pay a fine if you lean on a wall in the village. It is left by the Government to its own laws and grows the truly world famous Malana cream, cannabis. The neighbourhood is famous for constant rave parties.

This area has a bewildering variety, tough israelis fresh from service; weak kneed Kasol Kids; inbreeding and wary villagers of Malana; Delhi kids coming with a single aim of getting stoned; unspoilt kids of Parvati valley itself; trekkers to the Pin Parvati pass; and power plant engineers. Amidst all, Manikiran is still true to its antiquity, a pilgrimage. That is what we did on my second trip in 2017, with Virendra Dhir on his birthday.

The variety of Manikiran, Parvati Valley, off Kullu, Himachal

The perspective of Buddha, Langza

Langza. Temples of Himachal ….12

The river Spiti is the spine of the region and Kaza, the largest town. It is about 3800 meters altitude. The river valley is somewhat narrow and hardly has any vegetation along it. A number of villages rise up the valley at different heights. Each has a patch of land, some large, some small, that surprisingly is cultivable.

Langza is one such village. It has less than 150 people. It is at 4250 meters. It is a sharp climb from the valley on barren mountain face. The road snakes through gaps in the mountains and then it suddenly opens up to the vista. You can see tiny specks of the village and houses at a distance.

The centrepiece of the village is the Buddha statue, giant, maybe 40 or 50 feet high. He overlooks the vast plains and it is difficult to get a sense of proportion with all that space. Right behind the Buddha is the 21000 feet Chau Chau mountain. With snow all around the year, it looks like a ice cream cone.

There are a couple of houses that host guests. When I reached early afternoon there was no one around at the place I was planning to stay. A toddler asked me to settle down and said his dad will come in a while. Time kind of doesn’t make sense here and he eventually came, hosted, guided and cooked for me. The womenfolk are totally engrossed in the farm work and don’t waste a minute of sunshine in late summer. Langza is also known for fossils which I didn’t buy from the two women bent on selling to me. I should have. I had plans for Annapurna in the autumn and thought I’d buy them there. I should have bought some in Langza.

Langza also leads up to Hikkim which the world’s highest post office; and further on to Komic which has a road at 4600 meters.

Langza and the Buddha, at 4250 meters, more than take the breath away. It is a different perspective.

When the whole town is a temple, Kullu Dussehrah

Kullu Dussehrah. Temples of Himachal …11.

Kullu has long decoupled from Manali.

The thin riverside town doesn’t look pretty with narrow streets and its general untidiness is a misfit with the rest of Himachal. It has its glory though, for a week every year during Kullu Dussehrah. Kullu excels in the tradition of Devtas. Each village was a small kingdom with its own Devta and the tradition continues till today. The devtas resemble a vertical plate – all gold we hear. The Devtas advise and mediate; and fix every joy and address every sorrow. People say even elections are decided before polling by the Devta, with a sacrifice of a goat.

Raghunathji in Kullu is the presiding devta, with a legacy tracing back to Ayodhya. Each year, Raghunathji invites all the Devtas to Kullu, for a week. Even today, the District Magistrate writes a formal letter to each Devta on behalf of Raghunatji, inviting them to Kullu. The Dussehrah starts on the day it ends in rest of India, on Vijayadasami, and continues for a week after that.

The deities arrive on foot to Kullu, carried by villagers, around 225 each year. They visit Raghunathji and make their way to the large ground in Kullu. Each Devta has a designated area; and the villagers live, cook, eat and celebrate with their deity for a week.

I first saw the last day of Kullu Dussehrah in 2017 for a brief while; and then resolved to come back. Last year, I managed a whirlwind trip to see the opening day. The festivities are remarkable; the stream of Devtas and pilgrims paying respect to Raghunatji; then march their way through narrow and steep alleys to the ground. The joy and revelry at the ground in the evening. Women dressed in Kullu fineries. Children awestruck at the chaos which no You Tube can show.

If you want to live a festival with no center of gravity, think of Kullu., the coming together of 200+ deities in one place. There is raw festivity, colours, noise, crowds and celebration.

After all, these seven days, the whole town is a temple.