Parashar Lake: short weekend getaway

| APRIL 2018 |

Travelling has taught me a lot many things. But the biggest lesson I’ve learnt ever since I started travelling seriously, is that the proper joys of any place will only come to you when you ditch luxury and stretch yourself out of your comfort zone. For me, this has proven to be beneficial doubly- not only am I able to see the place as it is in its purest essence, I am also able to save some big bucks travelling local! After my Triund trek, I gained enough confidence in myself that not only can I travel solo and enjoy it, but also travel without being financially handicapped as a result. This new found confidence makes me now stretch myself and constantly test my limits. And this landed me in an ordinary HRTC bus to Mandi- a town in Himachal Pradesh where hardly any tourists/ travellers ever come.

At 7 am, I found myself in this town with the entire day ahead of me, with absolutely nothing to do. After going from one hotel to another in search of cheap deals, I landed at a hole-in-the-wall sort of a place and bagged myself a double bed with an attached bathroom and a great view of the mountains in just 180/night. This is a dharamshala of sorts in the complex of the Bhootnath Temple. Little did I know, this temple is a massive attraction during Shiv Ratri and one of Himachal’s biggest pooja is held here during the festival. The entire temple is made of stone and it proved to be a quite a place to chill in the evening. I also saw the daily evening aarti which was a spectacle to watch. I have seen enough evening aartis in my lifetime but this one stood out just like the Triveni Ghat aarti in Rishikesh stands out among the others. A very low key affair with only a few locals present, the rishi with humongous dread locks leading the aarti added with the rhythm of the conch, the beating of the drums and the loud bells made it worth a watch.

Having little to do, I spent my time feeding a big old stray dog who soon became my buddy, playing gully cricket with six little kids on the terrace of the temple dharamshala, and spending time with a vegetable seller who told me about the vegetables of Himachal like the lingri and the various ways to cook them. I had all my meals at Cafe Treat, a decent little budget friendly place. Despite a few short week moments, I made it through an entire day by myself, in a quite town.

Having an innate passion for climbing mountains, I have realized that an hour into every trek I find myself questioning why I started it in the first place. My heavy bag weighs me down and my legs ache to rest. But every now and then I chance upon views like like three different mountain ranges, from snow clad to lush green, all spread out in front of me. And I meet people who tell me stories I’ll remember for a lifetime. That’s when I remember why I started that trek in the first place. It’s becoming a pattern now, and I’m learning to get okay with it.

So the next day, I took the only bus to Parashar Lake and got off at Baagi village, from where the trek starts. Incidentally, I was seated beside the sabzi wali aunty in the bus who took the time out to share a few more home recipes with me. She also told me about the mela happening at Parashar today, which explained the crowd in the bus. Hearing about the mela, and looking at the state of the overfilled bus, I saw my hopes of some peace and quiet immediately diminish. Once I got off, I realized I already had company trekking with me uphill. Anirudh bhaiya had studied engineering and worked with a startup in Gurgaon for some time before realizing this was not his calling. He quit everything and moved to Bhuntar in Himachal Pradesh, the closest inter-state bus terminal to Kasol. There he worked as a Royal Enfield mechanic for two years just to get hands-on experience and now he was travelling through the state in search of peace and inspiration, before he headed on to his next big project. His fascinating story and the fact that he had been trekking for the past 8 years immediately made me want to cling on to him for the rest of my trip!

The trek started along the basin of the mostly dried up Beas river. We made our way winding across the huge rocks and crossing a few water streams to make it to the rhododendron forest leading up to the lake. With no set trail, we kept climbing wherever we could set foot. The sunlight pouring in from above and the crunch of dried leaves beneath my feet reminded me this is what I live for.

About two hours into the trek, we came across a massive lush green meadow with snow capped mountain in front of us and the remaining forest behind. We spent an hour here soaking the glorious sun in. After crossing the second patch of the woods, I stumbled upon the carcass of a dead cow but this sight was compensated by the live cows grazing a little ahead near a small shepherd hut. From here on, it was a matter of a few minutes before we found ourselves in the vicinity of the Lake.

The rush here disheartened me. But I soon learned that this was no ordinary mela. Turns out, there are a few devta temples like the one in Kullu and Bijli Mahadev situated at various places in the state, and the birthdays of each of these devtas is a huge festivity among the local people. As luck would have it, my plans of trekking till Parashar Lake had coincided with the birthday celebration of Prashar Rishi’s birthday and this mela is called Saura Panjoo.

The devtas from other parts of Himachal had come to visit Prashar Rishi on man-held chariots. I saw the devtas ‘dance’ and ‘hug’ each other. It was funny how religious festivities were becoming a source of my amusement during this trip. After having some food, I met Rahul bhaiya, a software engineer by profession who quit his job to search for something more wholesome and fulfilling, which landed him at Prashar for the past month.

My favourite part about going on treks has to be the camping bit. There’s nothing like setting up your own home, sleeping under dotted skies and rolling up in a ball to keep yourself warm. The bright warm sunrise always makes up for the insane strong winds that threaten to take my tent away throughout the night. The rush you get creating a home in the lap of wilderness far away from the luxury of comfort is unparalleled. Thus, soon I headed towards the highest clearing near the Lake to pitch my tent. I found a friendly little pup who faithfully completed this last leg of the trek with me.

From up there, I saw a beautiful sunset and later headed downhill towards one of the dhabas to feast on some piping hot rajma chawal. We later spent the evening talking about and laughing at life, and watching the sky full of stars.

The next morning I woke up not to my alarm, not the the sunlight, not to the sound of the chirping birds. I woke up to the tail of a horse hitting my tent repeatedly. I opened my tent up to the view of a glorious sunrise and a a number of horses razing all around me.

This is one image that is going to be difficult to get rid off- not that I’d ever want to. The view in front of me took my breath away- quite literally. Up there, I could see all the mountains of Himachal Pradesh spread out in front of me. Dharmshala’s Dhauladhar range, Manali’s Pir Panjal range and Kinnaur’s Spiti range were all right there in front of me. Once I was up there, I wanted to never be elsewhere.

It was only after a long debate with myself that I returned back home, for I believe some things are supposed to be left behind, in order to be remembered better, and relived in the mind.


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19 Comments Add yours

  1. Amita Chaturvedi says:

    Very well narrated……loved it sooo much

  2. Sushmita says:

    Excellent expression of thoughts in words.

  3. Harsimrat says:

    Very nicely explained well done 👌👌👍👍

  4. Aparna Sharma says:

    Loved it ..njoyed reading it to the core feel like visiting the place too ..u hv given a very clear picture…God bless .. continue writing 😊😊

  5. Harshita says:

    Very well narrated…can motivate many to do solo trips….

  6. Pratima says:

    Very beautifully narrated dear .and as the saying goes”when we travel we forget years and remember only the moments”… hv truly been able to do so for us who read your accounts😘keep moving ahead .let not the hunger to explore die.and then when you reminisce those would be the most beautiful moments of your life where u were u and not any bodys daughter ,sister, student etc but just a wandere soul in the lap of nature.godbless!!!

  7. Avantika says:

    Narrated beautifully…..Reminded us of our trips.

  8. Ritu Tyagi says:

    Wow….Avantika….solo trip , thats amazing…loved the way you penned your trip…its as if we are travelling along with you…God bless

  9. Meeta says:

    Nice reading. You inspire us to take the solo route.

  10. Pragya Jain says:

    Way to go Avantika …. your amazing words describing Himachal inspire to revisit and experience the unseen tranquility of these hills …

  11. Madhu badial says:

    I could feel yours every feel n emotions while reading it as if I m travelling with u.May be this was something I wanted to do. N still want to do.Keep it up n keep growing.

  12. Nidhi says:

    Loved it…..revisited the hills through you ..lovely…..will wait for ur write uo

  13. Rajeshree katoch says:

    Nicely put together… Motivating.. Makes you want to go there and experience yourself.

  14. Deepa Bisht says:

    Way to go dear. Amazingly narrated experience. Keep exploring and keep sharing.

  15. Mahi says:

    So beautifully written!😍 I so loved it!✨

  16. Veena Nair says:

    Awesome Avantika!!!. I felt as if I was walking with you throughout the journey. Very well written!!! Maybe inspired by you, I might just a take trip like this soon..So proud of 👍👌😊you….keep it up girl!!💐😊

  17. Purvi Singh says:

    Excellent travel blog…great reading experience…felt as if I was there!!

  18. Sabiha Siddiqui says:

    All the best dear.. Nicely narrated… Keep enjoying .. 💟

  19. poonam pandit says:

    Good efforts its really beautiful.keep it up.

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