Friday, May 23, 2025

Exploring the Eastern Himalayas: A Journey Through Assam and Arunachal Pradesh

In the crisp October air, we set off on an unforgettable journey through two of Northeast India’s most enchanting states—Assam and Arunachal Pradesh. This expedition, rich with scenic vistas, spiritual experiences, and historical reflections, unfolded over eight days of immersive travel, beginning with our arrival in Guwahati and culminating at the revered Kamakhya temple.

Day 1: Arrival and Drive to Tezpur


Touching down in Guwahati just past noon, we were greeted with warm hospitality and a hearty Assamese lunch.


Later, we began our journey towards Tezpur, a town that quietly holds tales of mythology and colonial history. The drive, skirting lush landscapes and quiet villages, gave us our first taste of the serene Northeast. Tezpur, a city steeped in mythology, holds a very special place in my heart as I was posted here in the early part of my career about three and half decades ago.

Day 2: Into the Hills – Tezpur to Dirang


We started the day exploring Tezpur's local sights, soaking in the historical ambiance of this ancient city. We also visited the Sacred Heart Montessory School, from where my elder son had started schooling.


The day later saw us embark on a scenic drive to Dirang, a hidden gem nestled in Arunachal’s West Kameng district. En route, we paused at Bhalukpong, Tipi (famous for its orchidarium), and Sesa, soaking in the changing landscapes—from plains to rolling foothills. By evening, Dirang greeted us with its cool air and riverside charm.


Day 3: Serenity in Dirang

Dirang proved a tranquil retreat. We spent the day by the Dirang River, visited the local monastery, and stopped by a winery. 


A short drive took us to Sangti Valley, where time seemed to stand still. Surrounded by pine-covered hills and grazing yaks, we enjoyed a riverside lunch, embracing the peace of this alpine haven.




Day 4: The Road to Tawang

Perhaps the most dramatic leg of our journey, the drive to Tawang (150 km) took us through the awe-inspiring Sela Pass at 13,700 feet. Along the way, we stopped at the poignant Nyukmadung War Memorial and the Jaswant Garh Memorial—reminders of the 1962 India-China war. The landscape transformed into a stark, beautiful high-altitude desert. A refreshing halt at Nuranang Falls rejuvenated us before we reached Tawang by evening.


Day 5: High Altitude Wonders

Our exploration of Tawang began with a visit to the mystical Sangetsar Lake, also known as Madhuri Lake. Fringed by dead tree trunks and snow-capped peaks, it’s a place of haunting beauty. We then drove up to Bumla Pass, touching the Indo-China border, before returning to Tawang to visit the massive Buddha statue and the sacred Urgelling Monastery, birthplace of the sixth Dalai Lama. The spiritual aura of Tawang lingered long after.


Day 6: Descent to the Wild – Tawang to Kaziranga

Descending from the high Himalayas, we made our way to Kaziranga (350 km), home to the one-horned rhinoceros. The transition from stark mountains to dense, biodiverse plains was striking and invigorating.


Day 7: Into the Wild – Kaziranga Safari and Guwahati

A morning safari in Kaziranga National Park was nothing short of thrilling—spotting rhinos, wild elephants, and flocks of migratory birds in their natural habitat. Later, we drove back to Guwahati, letting the jungle’s echoes slowly fade into city life.


Day 8: A Spiritual Finale

Our final morning was reserved for the Kamakhya Temple, perched atop Nilachal Hill. The temple, dedicated to the goddess Kamakhya, is one of the most revered Shakti Peethas. The visit provided a spiritually charged conclusion to our journey before we boarded our flight back to Delhi.



This trip offered more than just sights—it offered a chance to experience the soul of the Northeast, its resilience, culture, and the grandeur of its landscapes. From alpine serenity to spiritual sanctuaries, it was a journey etched forever in memory.

Saturday, March 2, 2024

IKIGAI


I had an occasion to go through this very interesting small book this afternoon. Some powerful lessons from Ikigai - the Japanese secret to a long and happy life - are summarised below:

Discover Your Ikigai: The book emphasizes finding your "reason for being," that intersection of your passion, mission, profession, and vocation. Having a clear sense of purpose provides direction and motivation, contributing to a fulfilling life. There is a passion inside you, a unique talent that gives meaning to your days and drives you to share the best of yourself until the very end.. If you don't know your ikigai as yet, your mission is to discover it.


Live in the Present Moment:  Stop regretting the past and fearing the future. Start appreciating the present moment and finding joy in everyday activities. This focus on the "here and now" reduces stress and promotes a sense of contentment.

Move Your Body Regularly: Physical activity is vital for physical and mental health. The book advocates for incorporating movement into your daily routine, whether it's brisk walking, gardening, or practicing traditional Japanese exercises like Tai Chi or Qigong.


Connect with Others: The concept of "Moai" encourages being connected. Strong social connections are essential for well-being. The book emphasizes nurturing relationships with loved ones and engaging with your community. This sense of belonging fosters a sense of support and purpose.


Eat a Healthy Diet: The Okinawan diet, rich in fruits, vegetables, and whole grains, is linked to longevity and good health. The book encourages adopting mindful eating habits and enjoying delicious, nutritious meals.


Never Stop Learning: Continuous learning helps keep your mind sharp and engaged. The book encourages pursuing new interests, acquiring new skills, and challenging yourself intellectually.


Accept and Embrace Change: Life is full of changes, some expected and some unexpected. The book emphasizes the importance of accepting these changes and adapting to new circumstances with grace and resilience.


Reconnect with nature: Though most people live in cities these days, human beings are made to be part of the natural world. We should return to it often to recharge our batteries.


Give thanks: To your ancestors, to nature, which provides you with the air you breathe and the food you eat, to your friends and family, to everything that brightens your days and make you feel lucky to be alive. Spend a moment every day giving thanks, and you will watch your stockpile of happiness grow.


Book: https://amzn.to/49GHJ1O 


You can also get the audio book for free. Use the same link to register for the audio book on audible and start enjoying it.

Thursday, March 30, 2023

Beyond the three Seas



This anthology consists of writings of 10 authors, presenting an array of European views about many of India’s regions over precisely two centuries - 1471-1671 - from just before the advent of Mughal imperial rule through peak of its power. 

1. Afanasy Nikitin                                    

    before Babur (1526-30)

2. Cesarean Federici                                           

    Akbar (1556-1605)

3. Father Antonio Monserrate                             

    Akbar (1556-1605)

4. William Hawkins- Jehangir (1605-27)             

    Jehangir (1605-27)

5. Peter Mundy                    

    Shahjahan (1628-58)

6. Friar Sebastian Manrique                            

    Shahjahan (1628-58)

7. Niccolao Manucci                                        

    Shahjahan (1628-58)

8. Francois Bernier                                      

    Aurangzeb (1658-1707)

9. Jean Baptiste Tavernier                           

    Aurangzeb (1658-1707)

10. Friar Domingo Fernandez de Navarrete 

    Aurangzeb (1658-1707)



A Russian, a Spaniard, two Englishmen, two Frenchmen, two Venetian and two Portuguese. These travellers give an enthralling account of Mughal India - full of colour and moments of great beauty. 









Rebels against the Raj



Rebels against the raj tells the little known story of seven people who chose to struggle for a country other than their own. Of the seven, four were British, two American and one Irish: four men and three women. These renegades came to the subcontinent from diverse social and intellectual backgrounds.


1. Annie Besant  (1893)

2. B. G. Horniman (1904)

3. Samuel Evans Stokes @ Satyanand Stokes (1904)

4. Madeleine Slade @ Mira Behn (1925)

5. Philip Spratt (1926)

6. Ralph Richard Keithahn (1925)

7. Catherine Mary Heilemann @ Sarala Behn (1932)


Annie Besant Promoted the emancipation of women in a deeply patriarchal society. She confounded one of the country’s best known universities and helped focus scholarly attention on the culture and civilisation of ancient India.


B.G. Horniman ran one of the finest and bravest newspapers in India; promoted and encouraged, young journalists; and campaigned tirelessly for the freedom of the press. 


Samuel, later, Satyananda, stocks helped abolish forced labour in the hills before laying the foundations of a horticultural industry that has sustained the economy of the state of Himachal Pradesh for many decades now.


Madeline Slade, later Mira Behn, wrote pioneering environmental tracts, and by influencing the making of Richard Attenborough’s film Gandhi, made the Mahatma’s ideas of non-violence, and inter-faith harmony once more known around the world.


Philip Spratt fought for the rights of workers before campaigning against the licence-permit-quota Raj that strangulated the Indian economy.


Richard Ralph Keithahn helped found a rural university as well as a charitable hospital, and cultivated dignity and self-reliance among the oppressed.


Catherine Mary Heilemann, later Sarala Behn, established a pioneering girls’ school in one of the most backward regions of India, training and nurturing several generations of social workers, some of whom went on to lead that most celebrated of environmental movements, the Chipko Andolan.


Monday, April 28, 2014

चाँद और कवि

Ramdhari Singh 'Dinkar'
रात यों कहने लगा मुझसे गगन का चाँद,
आदमी भी क्या अनोखा जीव होता है!
उलझनें अपनी बनाकर आप ही फँसता,
और फिर बेचैन हो जगता, न सोता है।
जानता है तू कि मैं कितना पुराना हूँ?
मैं चुका हूँ देख मनु को जनमते-मरते
और लाखों बार तुझ-से पागलों को भीc
चाँदनी में बैठ स्वप्नों पर सही करते।
आदमी का स्वप्न? है वह बुलबुला जल का
आज बनता और कल फिर फूट जाता है
किन्तु, फिर भी धन्य ठहरा आदमी ही तो?
बुलबुलों से खेलता, कविता बनाता है।
मैं न बोला किन्तु मेरी रागिनी बोली,
देख फिर से चाँद! मुझको जानता है तू?
स्वप्न मेरे बुलबुले हैं? है यही पानी?
आग को भी क्या नहीं पहचानता है तू?
मैं न वह जो स्वप्न पर केवल सही करते,
आग में उसको गला लोहा बनाता हूँ,
और उस पर नींव रखता हूँ नये घर की,
इस तरह दीवार फौलादी उठाता हूँ।
मनु नहीं, मनु-पुत्र है यह सामने, जिसकी
कल्पना की जीभ में भी धार होती है,
बाण ही होते विचारों के नहीं केवल,
स्वप्न के भी हाथ में तलवार होती है।
स्वर्ग के सम्राट को जाकर खबर कर दे-
रोज ही आकाश चढ़ते जा रहे हैं वे,
रोकिये, जैसे बने इन स्वप्नवालों को,
स्वर्ग की ही ओर बढ़ते आ रहे हैं वे।

Saturday, August 4, 2012

The Talking Thali



The best way to destroy a culture is to destroy the kitchen. For it is in the kitchen that a language is spoken that addresses the eye, the ear, the nose, the tongue and even the skin, all five senses, something that all of us are exposed to since childhood but few of us realize. By cooking Chinese food in the Chinese way,the Chinese mother makes her child Chinese. By cooking Zulu food in the Zulu way, the Zulu mother makes her child Zulu. Of 
No child is born with an understanding of culture. As the child grows up his mind is shaped by thoughts of those around. But these thoughts are not necessarily communicated through words, and certainly not the written word. What the mind receives are not instructions but patterns. And patterns have always been communicated through symbols, stories and rituals. The kitchen is full of symbols and rituals that shape the mind of the child. Change these symbols and rituals and you change the thoughts of the children and with it the culture of an entire community. It is a surprising fact that this has not been realized or noticed by child psychologists. Perhaps the humble kitchen as a place of learning seems to be farfetched for the modern mind.
A traditional Indian kitchen was a sacred space. It was decorated with auspicious signs. Sometimes, it doubled up as the puja room. In many households, you are not allowed to enter the kitchen with footwear, you are expected to bathe before lighting the kitchen fire, you are not allowed to eat unless you have taken a bath – all this clearly gave the child a message, food is not just for filling the stomach, food is something special and sacred, the offerings of the yagna of life. Without food, there is no existence. Today, the kitchen is changing in character. The aim is to create a kitchen that is highly efficient and effective and sanitized to satisfy the needs of the working couple.
It almost seems like a factory: a good fridge, a good dishwasher, pressure cooker, gadgets to mix and grate and pound and mince, microwaves to quickly heat food. It is clean and quick, everything wrapped in foil and plastic, no stains, no smells, no vapors. What is the message? Cooking is a chore, an industrial activity, food is merely nourishment for the body, of functional value primarily.
What changed the kitchen from temple to factory? Is it the rise of secularism that saw food scientifically and rejected all sacred notions as silly superstition? Is it the rise of feminism, the Western variety, which saw the kitchen as a prison created by men for women? Kitchen duties, once the soul of the household, became a burden. There is a desperate need for quick solutions – easy to cook food, readymade food, outsourced food, food cooked by a cook, to liberate the lady of the household. Food ordered from outside has become more exciting than boring daily kitchen fare. The message: everything can be outsourced, everything can be industrialized, even the hearth. It is in the kitchen that the Indian child learns the concept of ‘jhoota’ of pollution; how food that has been tasted by someone else spoils the food. One never tastes food while cooking and one never offers tasted food to the gods. Eating ‘jhoota’ food is a sign of love and subservience; we eat the ‘jhoota’ of gods and elders.
In a Chinese kitchen, the child learnt how using chopsticks is the sign of civilization; only barbarians used hands, knives and forks. They learnt how a good cook always cuts food in tiny pieces so that they are chopstick-friendly. In a Roman kitchen, the child learnt that it was a luxury to be eat food while lying down. In India , eating while lying down was akin to show disrespect to food.
In the Indian kitchen, the child learnt to value approximation over exactness. Cooks never measured the quantity of salt to be added; it was all by judgment, salt to taste. Recipes were never written down but passed down through apprenticeship. One figured out proportion visually, by seeing the amount of food before, and through smell, never taste. Cooking therefore had to be creative, demanding opening up of other senses, beyond the taste buds. The cook was expected to rely on his eyes and ears and finger tips and nose, anything but the mouth. The absence of recipes indicated to the child that life was not about formulas. You had to work with what you had and be creative at it. It also meant that wisdom could not be stored outside human beings, in documents. The dish had no independent existence outside the cook. When the mother died, the particular taste of her dal went with her.
The masala box is a powerful tool to explain adjustments and accommodation. Every masala box had the same ingredients – but the proportions used by different cooks created different flavors. Bad food could be made good by adding another spice. Thus everything could be managed, with a little bit of creativity. With readymade masala packets coming in, the tastes are getting increasingly standardized, a sign of what may be called Westernization.
In most parts of the world, people sat around the hearth and ate around it. In deserts, meat cooked over the fire was cut and served on flat bread. In cold climates, a pot hung over the hearth around which the family gathered. Whatever was caught and collected during the day was put in the pot – thus was born the soup and the broth, to be eaten with bread. In Islamic countries, food was served on a single dish to evoke equality and brotherhood. In Punjab , the notion of a collective oven to make bread created the romantic notion of ‘sanjha choolah’ where women gathered to gossip and bake bread at dusk just as they gathered around the well at dawn. In China , eating together with all dishes placed in the center, was a sign of unity. In Europe, food was served initially in the centre of the table and you ate what you could reach or was passed on to you by your neighbor – the precursor of buffet food, where each one is for himself, though everyone has access to bounty. Later, as manpower was increasingly available in rich households, food started being served by servants. In the 16th century, eating with forks and knives gained popularity; before that,all was finger food. How you ate food and your understanding of subtle flavors and aromas became a measure of your aristocracy.
In India , food was always served on a thali, either made of leaves (organic hence disposable) or metal (inorganic hence needed to be washed). Everyone ate in separate utensils, to reinforce the idea of ‘jhoota’. The women served the food. The men of the household ate first, then the children and finally the women. This was hierarchy established. Good food in India had much to do with caste hierarchy: food cooked in ghee, and by Brahmins, was highly prized, resulting in the employment of the ‘maharaj’ in royal and affluent households. The cook in these places had a higher station than the members of the household and so had a greater control over the kitchen fire than even the women of the household.
In most cultures, feasts are associated with festivals and rites of passage such as marriage, childbirth and the end of bereavement. Food was a powerful tool to establish religious and communal identity. Kosher food ensured that the Jewish people retained their identity as they wandered the world seeking a home. In Muslim households, the holy month of Ramzan is marked by fasting by day and feasting at night; everyone breaks the fast with dates on sighting of the moon. In many Christian households, during Lent no egg, or fish, is eaten leading to large consumption of eggs after Easter. Hindus become strict vegetarian either in the month of Shravan or the month of Kartik. Sour food is not eaten on Fridays to remind the household of Santoshi, the goddess of satisfaction. The kitchen fires are not used for several days when a death occurs in the family. Hindus offer Shiva raw milk, Krishna butter, while the goddess is offered lime. Thus through rites and ritual, food comes to acquire meaning.
The way food is eaten also has impact on the way we think. Imagine eating a proper four course meal: first there is the soup, then the salad, then the main course and finally desert. Everything is controlled and sequential. Now imagine eating a thali: everything served simultaneously, the salad, the rice, the roti, the curries, the sweets, even the chutneys and papad. The Western meal is served in a linear way while the Indian meal is served in a cyclical way. The movement of the hand in Western food as the meat is cut and forked, is highly linear while the finger moves circularly while tearing the roti or mixing the rice. The Indian dishes are not eaten individually but have to be mixed, a practice that is uniquely Indian. So in Western cuisine, we taste what the cook serves but in Indian cuisine we taste our own mixture. This is the height of customization.
Could this be the reason why Indians are so individualistic and resist working in a team as a group?

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

सैर करो , खामोश रहो

सच अच्छा !
पर सच के लिये कोई और मरे ,
तो , और अच्छा !!
क्या तुम ईसा हो जो शूली पर चढो ,
सैर करो , खामोश रहो !!

हक़ अच्छा !
पर हक़ के जुनून मे है जहर का प्याला ,
क्या तुम सुकरात हो जो जर पियो ,
सैर करो , खामोश रहो !!


गर्म आंसू और ठंडी आहे
मन मे क्या मौसम है ,
मगर इस बगिया के भेद न खोलो ,
सैर करो , खामोश रहो !!


(by an unknown poet)