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About vvaidehi

I like everything about travel - the planning, the anticipation, the experience, the sharing and the reminiscing. I was a working professional, retired now, having other interests too but travel seems to occupy a lot of space in my mind.


They were at it again. As usual, the sounds of arguments were faint initially and at some point, the voice of one of them rose to a high decibel. Today, it was Kalpana aunty screaming at Mahesh uncle.

“Don’t think that you are the only one with brains and others are fools” she shouted. I could not catch what uncle’s reply was but I could hear him splutter something in anger.

I turned around to Nisha, my classmate in college, who was staying the night at my place so that we could complete the joint project we were working on. She looked perplexed and said “Oh my God! Who is fighting like this?”

By that time, the verbal duel had reached a crescendo with “shut up!” and “you shut up first” and Nisha, alarmed, had half risen from the chair as if an intervention was called for. She looked at me with an expression of bewilderment and said “why do couples fight like this without any sense of decency?”, and added “I am not going to marry at all”.

I smiled at her and said “ignore them and continue with your work. They are not husband and wife but siblings – brother and sister”. This had the expected effect on her and her mouth fell open slightly. Married couples who squabble and fight are treated as somewhat normal in our society!

I told her in brief about the duo, whom I had seen since my childhood, as neighbours who lived in one of the apartments in the block in front of ours. Their rear balcony overlooked our front one and we could hear them bickering all the time. These apartments built by the Development Authority of the city are placed cheek by jowl and privacy takes a back seat.

Much of the information I had about the siblings was garnered from what my mother told me, now and then, in her daily ramblings about the world in general. Kalpana aunty and Mahesh uncle must be in their early fifties now and uncle is the older one. Uncle had had a bad marriage and is either divorced or just separated from his wife and aunty did not marry at all. After their parents’ death, within a span of two years, they continued to live together in that house. They have always been quarrelsome but with age, which mellows down most people, they became worse. They fought with their neighbours, with the vegetable vendors, with the maid who comes in to clean but the most vicious altercations were reserved for each other.

One morning, a few days after this incident, I came out on our balcony with my cup of tea to catch some breeze and destress from the night long study. The final exams were approaching and the uncertain future loomed large on my mindscape. Questions like whether I should take up the campus placement or follow up with admissions to the shortlisted Universities in USA for higher studies were forever buzzing in my overwrought brain. Suddenly, I heard the lilting voice of a small child from the balcony of an apartment from the adjacent block. I could only see a mop of curly hair and a chubby little hand now shot up above the balcony wall, holding up a yellow rubber duck for display. Moving my glance upwards, I saw Kalpana aunty on her rear balcony, a beaming smile on her face. She was engaging with the child with some baby talk about how she was and what was in her hand.

Intrigued and fascinated, I continued to watch the scene of the little girl explaining how naughty the duck was and aunty nodding in acquiescence and putting in a remark or a question, here and there, to continue the conversation. The sudden appearance of my mother in the balcony, calling out for me, diverted the attention of aunty. Looking in our direction for a brief moment, her expression hardened and she waved a goodbye to the child and vanished inside.

“Amma, who is this little girl”, I asked my mother following her into the living room. “Aunty was in a new avatar altogether!

“They have moved into an apartment in the next block recently” said my mother, “they are a young couple with a two-year-old daughter”. And then, she added a few other things, and not very kind ones, about aunty and uncle and their family values.

So, that day onwards, in the midst of all the tensions and my preoccupation with examinations and deadlines, I managed to eavesdrop, now and then, to catch bits and pieces of the conversations between aunty and the little one. I took care not to stand prominently in the balcony and could hear them from the settee near the window in our living room.

Quite often, the exchange would start with the little girl calling out insistently “balcony aunty, balcony aunty”. Soon enough, Kalpana aunty would appear on her rear balcony and leaning on the balcony railings, she would enthusiastically start talking to the girl and responding to all that the little one had to say or show. Sometimes it would be “this is my new frock” or “Goofy is very talkative and I scolded him” or “my happy birthday is tomorrow tomorrow”. Aunty kept up with the happy ramblings of the child with “wow! So nice” or “really?” Somedays, I would hear a rhyme that the child has learnt, perhaps accompanied with endearing actions. I could not see the child at all now but I could see a portion of aunty’s balcony and her profile.

Gradually, Mahesh uncle was also drawn into these exchanges though his appearances were always brief and his conversations with the child did not flow freely and naturally as aunty’s did. Also, he always made a pretense of coming to the balcony only for some work like dusting the railings or picking up dried clothes from the clothesline. However, there was an unmistakable softening of expression and voice when he talked to the kid.

“Amma, this little girl seems to have changed aunty and uncle for the better”, I said to my mother one day. She smirked and had a lot to say about unchanging tigers’ stripes and revelation of true colours, sooner or later.

I watched the transformation in the demeanour and behaviour of these two oddballs with fascination and, I must admit, with a twinge of envy. After all, they must have seen me and my younger brother also as little children from their balcony but I do not recall their exchanging any pleasantries with us. Perhaps, their stance towards all neighbours had become rigid over the years. Their image in the eyes of all as an unpleasant and quarrelsome duo was often reflected in the limited interaction they had with others. In fact, my mother was more vocal in her opinions about them and aunty just ignored us altogether. “Aunty and uncle must have seen in the little girl the first non-judgmental approach in the surroundings”, I mused.

As I moved to the US for higher studies and got sucked into the whirlpool of academics and adjustments in a new environment, I had very little time to think about home and the life I had left behind. Occasionally, fleeting memories of Kalpana aunty and the little girl would cross my mind but gradually, these thoughts blurred as other new and engaging visions were getting imprinted on my mind.

I was not even conscious that I had not thought about them for a very long time till I stepped out onto my balcony the morning after I had returned home for a vacation after two years. I was taking in the familiar surroundings with new eyes when, all of a sudden, I thought about Kalpana aunty and the child. I looked up and then to my right. Both the balconies were empty.

Somewhere in the midst of all the eager enquiries I made to my family about things that had happened in my absence, I asked my mother about aunty and the little girl whose name I did not know. Kalpana aunty always called her “beta”.

“The little girl’s family has shifted to some other locality”, my mother informed me. “But, these two are very much there”, she added.

When I asked her how they were, she just shrugged and said that being loud and creating a nuisance was in their blood. I did not think any further on this matter as I sank into the pleasures of homecoming and catching up with old friends.

Two day later, after dinner, as I reclined on my bed with my laptop and was engrossed in what I was doing, I heard voices in conversation with occasional laughter and clinking of glasses. I sat up and listened attentively. I could hear several voices and now strains of an old Hindi film song, sung in a male voice, came wafting through. Certainly, there was a party going on as I could hear other sounds of applause, people chatting and loud guffaws, perhaps when a joke was cracked. I went to my brother at his study desk in the next room and asked him if all these sounds were coming from aunty’s house. He grinned and, nodding in the affirmative, said tongue in cheek “shocking, isn’t it? What are people coming to nowadays?”

My mother too had to concede, though grudgingly, that they have started socializing more and were also civil to the neighbours. My father looked up from the magazine that he was reading and added “they do fight still but not so often and do not fly off the handle as before. The other day, Mahesh actually stopped and greeted me when I met him in the market”.

A few days later, when I had gone to our balcony to water the plants, I saw Kalpana aunty on her balcony, her back towards me and busy with something hidden from my view. As she straightened up and was turning to go indoors, her glance fell on me.

Putting aside the years of conditioning, where I saw her mostly as a monster, I smiled tentatively, half raising my hand in a hesitant wave and said meekly, “Hi aunty!” There was a moment of suspense before I saw aunty smile and moving to the end of her balcony that was closer to our side, said “Hi beta! Back from the US?”

I replied something appropriate which I do not recall now as I stood transfixed with the beautiful smile that had lit up her entire face and suffused it with a radiant glow. The five-year-old child in me felt happy, included and everything felt alright with the world.



A generation ago from now, people in India looked for well known holiday destinations, be it a hill station or a seaside town or a pilgrimage center. Treading the beaten path was the norm and many vacationed at the same place year after year. The present trend is to visit little known places, have unique experiences and ……well, also announce it to the world on social media! So, if you are looking for such a place which aptly fits the cliche’d phrase of “ a gem waiting to be discovered”, try Bhaderwah.

While Jammu is well known as the gateway to the heaven called Kashmir, there awaits a remote valley of Jammu which qualifies for a no lesser heaven – the Bhaderwah region of Doda district. It is at one extreme end of Jammu, 200 kilometers away, so much so that it is closer geographically and culturally to Chamba in Himachal Pradesh. However, the people here speak neither Himachali nor Dogri(the language spoken in Jammu), but have a distinct language Bhaderwahi and a distinct identity too.

Nevertheless, it is easier to reach Bhaderwah from Jammu rather than Chamba, due to better roads and connectivity. On the Jammu Srinagar Highway, take the road to the left after Batote and follow the river Chenab

River Chenab
River Chenab

for about 80 kilometers or so, past the bridge leading to Doda town and the landscape changes from rugged mountains to valleys, meadows, brooks and picturesque villages with terrace farms.

Terrace farms in Bhaderwah valley

As tourism has not yet developed well in Bhaderwah, you have to rely on home stays for accommodation. Visit Discover Bhaderwah on facebook and Twitter for planning your trip.

There are several places to visit in and around Bhaderwah. The Padri Pass and Jai valley are both contenders for the top place but the latter has an edge as there are lovely hiking trails near Jai and you also get an opportunity to camp by the side of the rivulet coursing through the valley.

Jai (pronounced as Jaai by the locals) is about 32 kilometres from Bhaderwah and enroute, you also pass through another beautiful green valley called “chinta valley”. As you descend from Jai top into Jai valley, a long narrow valley flanked on either side by dense coniferous forests with the gurgling rivulet Jai nullah coursing through it, you will find yourself in the lap of nature (cliche intended). It is an unspoiled pristine valley and on the trails around it, you could be the only visitor on some days.

Staying options at Jai valley include the Youth Hostel and a tourist camp set up by a local. We stayed at the latter and the arrangements were just about adequate.

Tourist camp at Jai valley

From Jai valley, the hike to Roshera Mata temple goes through a gentle trail after the initial steep climb from the road. It meanders through forests and meadows dotted with Gujjar huts.

The hiking trail to Roshera temple

Gujjar hut

They are hospitable people and welcome you into their homes with warmth and easy chatter. After walking for about 5 or 6 kilometers, I rested for a couple of hours in a Gujjar hut where the mother and her teenage daughter were busy putting on a layer of wet mud on the earthen floor of their hut. The job done, they went to a nearby stream for a quick bath and then lit up the fire to boil milk. I was served a glass of hot milk though they themselves were on a fast as it was Ramzan.

Inside the gujjar hut

I did not make it to the temple which was another 3 kilometers away. There was a festival going on at that time and I was told that a lamb was sacrificed as an offering for the deity and I could not have watched it. Walking on this trail and spending some time with the Gujjars was an unforgettable experience for me.

Padri Pass separates Jammu from Himachal Pradesh and is at a height of 10000 feet and is about 40 kilometres from Bhaderwah. After crossing the Padri Pass, you will enter Himachal Pradesh and the road goes on to Chamba.

Padri Pass

When you reach the pass, the vision that greets your eye is spectacular. It is a fairly flat pass with undulating green meadows all around as far as the eye can see. For a pass of this size, the crowds were sparse and you can walk around the grassy slopes strewn with tiny wildflowers, find a secluded area and lie down on the grass to gaze at the blue sky and the distant mountain ranges with snow peaks.

Wildflowers on the meadows of Padri Pass

It is a day trip from Bhaderwah and definitely worth spending a few hours here.

Guldanda is another vast meadow around Bhaderwah and from here one gets a view of sonbain glacier, the source of river Neeru which flows through Bhaderwah.


Khani Top, about 25 kms from Bhaderwah is another must visit place offering commanding views of the valley.

While at Bhaderwah, one must visit Vasuki Nag temple and the gupt ganga shiva temple along the river Neeru. Vasuki Nag, the snake God, is the reigning deity of Bhaderwah. The temple contains idols of Vasuki Nag and Raja Jamute Vahan, made of a single black stone and standing at a slight incline on small feet without any support.

Idol of vasuki nag

Bhaderwah is also the base for the pilgrimage to kailash kund, at a height of 14000 feet. This pilgrimage, held in August every year, is considered to be older than Amarnath pilgrimage.

Plan for a 4 to 5 days trip to Bhaderwah, stay at comfortable home-stays with homely atmosphere and home-made food and make day trips to the valleys, Passes and grasslands around Bhaderwah.

A day in Monschau – all that we saw(and missed)

If you happen to be in Aachen in the extreme west of Germany, take a day off to visit Monschau. It is a quaint little German town with cobbled streets and the German trademark of half-timbered houses.










The town is set amidst green forests as it is bang next to the Eifel National Park.

It is connected by bus, though quite limited in number and frequency, to central Aachen and it takes roughly an hour to reach this place.

I had looked up this place on the internet and almost all sites described this place as one “where time has stood still”. Its appearance has, it seems, remained unchanged for the last 300 years. Broadly, we knew that we must see the glass museum, the mustard mill, the Red House and walk around on the cobbled streets of Monschau, taking in the atmosphere. We knew that there will be no time to take a walk in the Eifel National Park or take a cruise in the Rursee reservoir.

Something unplanned happened right at the beginning. We boarded a bus at Aachen, with complete information on where to change buses, with the bus numbers, timings, intermediate stops etc. A mobile phone app called “DB Navigator” is a very handy tool for travel within Germany by public transport. Now Monschau had several bus halts and we chose, with all our worldly wisdom, Monschau bahnhof as our destination, expecting to get off at the main bus halt there and find ourselves in the midst of the bustling market. But Monschau bahnhof is in the middle of nowhere!

The bus dropped us there and sped away and we found ourselves on a deserted road with green fields on either side with no human habitation as far as the eye could see but there was a board declaring that it was Monschau.

We cut across the fields and walked on the cycling track which had a quaint shed with benches and tables as in an eating place and carrying the signboard “Monschau bahnhof”. Later, I read that there was a former Railway line Vennbahn which was converted into a bike trail. A woman on roller skates guided us through sign language (as she did not understand English) that we have to turn left and walk on for about 2 kilometers to reach Monschau town.

In retrospect, it turned out to be a sweet mistake as the walk took us through a forest with a gurgling stream and birds aplenty.






The path was rough, no doubt, and the walk was tiring but we would not have missed it for all the gaiety that Monschau promised. So, we did manage to go on a short hike through the woodlands of Eifel, though personally I would like to explore the Eifel National Park at leisure some day.

On reaching the town from the wrong side as most people would put it, we spotted the glass museum first.

The display, most of which is also for sale, contained not only the expected glass vases, bowls and plates but exquisitely made swans, dolphins, owls and other figurines in all imaginable mixture of hues.



Entry to the museum is free and the visual treat is not to be missed. The museum also has a workshop at one end where one could watch the process of making glass articles. You can also participate in making a simple glass ball, at a nominal cost. But, apart from choosing the colors and blowing into the pipe when asked to, you do very little but then you get to take with you your “creation”.

Exiting the glass museum, you will soon be engulfed by the winding cobbled streets with its cheerful cafes, neat and quaint houses with blooming flowers on the windowsills and shops selling all kinds of gift items, artifacts and collectibles.

Predictably, there were several selling glassware but we came across a unique shop selling traditional , wooden handcrafted items made at a place called Erzgebirge in Germany. Most of the items were tiny and crafted beautifully. Also, frightfully expensive. The river Rur (though it appears more like a stream) courses its way through the town.

We looked around for a place to have a simple vegetarian lunch and struck gold in our first attempt itself, as we were directed to this tiny cafe called “huftgold” by the girl in the shop we had entered to buy freshly roasted Arabica coffee seeds. The cafe served us a delicious mustard soup and grilled vegetable sandwiches.

Now, mustard soup is something we were planning to taste at the mustard mill cum shop at Monschau. The mustard mill, set up sometime in late 1800s, has been with the same family for more than a century and the recipes handed down through the generations. Mustard is an important produce of the region and there are mustard museums at several places in Germany and Monschau is one of them. Apart from seeing a mustard mill in action and learning about mustard cultivation and processing, there is a shop which sells mustard in all possible forms – mustard infused chocolates, wines, candles, jams…. We missed seeing the museum due to paucity of time.

In the 18th century, Monschau was famous as a textile production center. Reminescent of its textile heritage stands the Red House in the middle of the town.

It is a prominent building and as its name suggests, its facade is red, a pinkish red in fact. It is an 18th entury residence and business house of the textile merchant Johann Schibler. Four of the seven levels of the house are open to public and takes the visitor on an interesting journey into the 18th century affluence. The house displays the original furniture, furnishings, paintings, utensils and other artifacts in an impressive collection. The house is well known for its self-supporting, spiralling oak staircase spanning three floors and depicting different stages of textile production. The textiles of Monschau were famous far and wide though nothing remains of it today but for this heritage building. Red House is closed to visitors at 4 pm and we could admire only the facade.

There is a 13th century castle too in Monschau. We saw it from afar, after exiting the woodlands and were still trying to find our way into the town center. Parts of the castle are in ruins and one of its wings houses a Youth Hostel since the Firsr World War. The backdrop of the castle forms a perfect setting for music concerts and other events that are held here during summer.

The bus halt Parkhaus Monschau is quite close to the town center from where, a direct bus took us back to Aachen. Had we alighted here, we would have seen the Red House and the mustard mill but the walk through the forest more than compensated for what we had missed.




Chances are that you would not have heard of Ulm, a mid-size city in Germany. I had not, till a nephew of mine had gone to study in the University there. I had imagined it to be a nondescript small town. When I visited this place, I was pleasantly surprised to find there the tallest church spire in the world, the beautiful Danube (Donau in German)flowing by its side and the most crooked house in the world, schiefes haus, dating back to early 1400 and now restored as a hotel. Ulm is also the birthplace of Albert Einstein.

Ulm is an hour and a half away by train from Munich. It lies at the edge of Bavaria, in south west Germany. It is one of the twin cities on either side of the river, with Ulm in Baden-Wurttemberg and Neu-Ulm in Bavaria. Like most German cities, Ulm has a hauptbahnhof – the main train station – which connects to other cities and adjoining countries too like Austria and a good network of trams and buses within the city.



The Old Town, with its cobbled streets, the Town Hall and numerous restaurants and cafes with outdoor seating is a charming place and I spent the first evening here. The town hall or Rathaus as it is called in German, is a wonderfully preserved building , covered with bright murals and featuring a 16th century astronomical clock.

Rathaus – town Hall

The facade of the Town Hall with the astronomical clock

Strolling in this area, you can take in most of the important places in Ulm – the church (Ulmer Munster), the butcher’s gate, the most crooked house and a walk along Donau.

Ulm Munster


The Ulm Munster is one of the most imposing structures. While the construction began in the 14th century, the current structure was fully completed only in 1890. The top of the steeple,which as of now is the tallest in the world, can be reached by climbing 768 steps.  Needless to say, it offers an amazing view of Ulm, the Danube and Neu Ulm across the river. The final stairwell to the top is a narrow spiraling staircase. one has to climb single file here and it is recommended only for those who are really fit. The interiors of the church  are awesome.


The stained glass windows depicting biblical themes date back to the 14th century.


Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is known to have played the impressive main organ of this church.

Main organ of Ulm Munster

Though I visited several churches in the following days, in Munich, Vienna, Bratislava, Slovenia, Basel and Amsterdam, I found the Ulm Munster having an unmatched grandeur and spent some time again in this church before leaving Europe.

Across the road from the Munsterplatz (the square in front of the Munster), is the quaint marktplatz, the cobbled square encircled by the Town Hall (Rathaus),  the pyramid shaped library and restaurants with the fountain known as fish tank at its center. The fountain also dates back to the 15th century and was used by fishermen to keep their catch alive on market days.

Fish tank – the fountain at the center of marktplatz

Leaving the plaza in front of the town hall and walking through the butcher’s gate, you come upon the Danube.

Butchers gate

Donau – The Danube

The river, as such, is not enticing at first sight.  It flows quietly between straight banks and looks more like a wide canal rather than a river.


But that could be because I was viewing it with eyes that have seen the rivers in India, the wild tumultuous rivers originating in the upper Himalayas and rushing to meet the plains or the wide rivers coursing through the plains to empty themselves into the sea. But the beauty of the Danube flowing through Ulm is enhanced by the green grass on either side, dotted with trees, which at the time of my visit had the russet hues of autumn and there are benches and cycling/walking tracks all along.





It was an autumn morning and in the long walk I had along the river, I came across old couples taking a stroll, mothers pushing the prams with their babies covered in warm clothes, sprinters, joggers and cyclists.


There were also ramblers like me, stopping now and then to watch the ducks or sit on a bench for a while. Occasionally, a rowing boat would smoothly, silently and swiftly glide along the river, the arm and leg movements of the rowers well synchronized.


And of course the fall colors of the trees are a sight to behold, with the hues ranging from russet to golden yellow to flaming red.






If you are in Ulm, keep some time for a long walk along the Donau.

Fishermen’s quarter is a scenic part of old town, with half timbered houses and flower pots on the window sills.



Blau river,  flows through this part of the town into Danube.  The most crooked house in the world, Schiefes haus,  is also situated here. It is now converted into a hotel.

Schiefes haus – the most crooked house in the world


A visit to Ludwigsfelder Baggersee is also recommended. It has a serene lake with lovely grassland meadows around it, There was not a soul in the autumn afternoon that we visited but it seems this place is crowded in summer with swimming and other water activities.


lake at ludwigsfelder baggersee

I spent my last evening in Ulm by visiting  the interiors of the Munster again and taking a long walk in  the grasslands around Kuhberg fort, from where you get an aerial view of Ulm and of course, the Munster.



Ulm Munster as seen from Kuhberg

The river and the Munster are compelling reasons for visiting Ulm.  Make it happen during your next visit to Germany.


We had a tiger sighting in zone 3 of Ranthambore National Park within the first hour on the first of the four safaris that we had booked. We counted ourselves as lucky and happily clicked photographs as the tigress Arrowhead walked past our canter, unhurried and unmindful of our presence. Arrowhead is one of the daughters of the tigress Krishna, who in turn is a daughter of the legendary tigress of Ranthambhore – Machli. As Arrowhead moved farther and farther away, we watched her contentedly while waiting for the canter to reverse and move on to other parts of the zone.


Arrowhead – credits Arun Chengappa

And suddenly, we saw stealth in her gait, trying to find cover behind the broken branches of the dead trees that were strewn around in that area. In an instant, many of us realized that she was stalking and were able to locate the object of her interest. IMG_2489

It was a wild boar, sitting alone in the middle of a marshy area, facing the other way and unaware of the predator closing upon him.  The atmosphere electrified as we realized that we were about to witness a tiger kill or at least an attempt to kill. The tigress did not waste time and charged. It was too late for the wild boar which started fleeing only at the last moment. The tigress reached the spot in two seconds, overshot and turned back with unimaginable speed and agility and pounced on the boar, holding it down and trying to choke its windpipe. We had a clear view despite the distance as the kill was made in an open area and we could see the boar struggling and the tigress also struggling to pin it down.



The tigress made no mistake of releasing its hold till all signs of life ended and this took almost ten minutes.

It is very difficult to describe what I experienced then. Awe certainly, amazement definitely. Sorry for the boar but great admiration for the tigress. Also a sense of gratitude and humility that we were allowed to witness something which establishes the law of nature.  The killing and what transpired subsequently were indeed the rarest of the rare events which one witnesses in Indian jungles.

We expected the tigress to carry her prey farther from us into the thick jungle on the other side. While the kill was witnessed by people in our canter and in two more jeeps, almost all the jeeps and canters that were in that zone congregated in that area as word must have spread around by then that there has not only been a tiger sighting but that there has been a tiger kill. The tigress got up, surveyed the area around her, picked up the lifeless boar and, to our amazement, started walking towards us. She clearly wanted to go back from where she had sauntered in, on the other side of where we were.



The boar was heavy and the tigress Arrowhead was tired after the exertion of the kill. Every time, she could walk barely a few steps before she had to put the boar down, picking it up again after a while.  At one point , she stumbled a little and at another, she took a short leap to clear some hurdle in her way. All the while, she kept coming closer and closer, but changed her direction several times which made the jeeps and canters to regroup to provide her sufficient gap for the cross over.  We had the closest view when she put the boar down again at the side of the track, between a jeep and a canter.


credits- Amit Raj Jain

She picked it up again and made a dash across, tail up in the air in panic.

The final dash to the other side – credits Amit Raj Jain

By then, all that we wanted was for her to cross the line of jeeps and reach her chosen space and feed on her kill in privacy.  Soon she was out of sight and we returned a subdued lot as what we had witnessed had impacted our senses in a strange way.

There are several national parks that can be visited over the weekend from Delhi but Ranthambhore National Park in Rajasthan should be on the top of your list. It is an overnight train journey to Sawai Madhopur, which is on the New Delhi – Mumbai rail route and is the town adjacent to the park. The theme “tiger” is present everywhere in the station(which incidentally is very well maintained and clean) – wall murals and paintings, metallic silhouttes of tiger on the station name board and on the facade of the building.

Sawai Madhopur station


There are no forest rest houses inside or even adjacent to the park and all types of accommodation ranging from the luxury hotels to budget hotels to mid range ones are to be found only at Sawai Madhopur. So you can stop thinking about contacts in the forest department for booking a forest lodge, which you may be compelled to do for a visit to Jim Corbett National Park or Bandhavgarh National park or kanha National park.

For jeep and canter safaris, booking has to be done online, with photograph and identity proof,  not just for Ranthambore but for all the National Parks in Rajasthan. So, you must book your safari first before finalizing the plan to visit this park. The park is divided into 10 zones and a fixed number of jeeps and canters are allowed in the different zones. Zones 1 to 5 are the most popular as chances of tiger sighting are quite high here. Entry and exit of each vehicle is registered and the safari time is adhered to – 6.00 to 9.30 in the morning and 3 to 6.30 in the evening.

There is an impressive fort inside the forest with a temple, which is visited regularly by the local population.

Ranthambore fort


The road from the main gate of the park to the fort is about 3 kilometers and you would come across people on bicycles, bikes and on foot too. Tigers have been spotted on or near this road, with no untoward incident.

There are several lakes and other water bodies inside the reserve.   The three famous lakes are Padam talao, Rajbagh talao and Malik talao. All three are beautiful in their own ways.  Padam talao is the largest and Jogi Mahal is located at its edge.

Padam talao with Jogi mahal

Jogi mahal has seen better times.  Originally a hunting lodge for the royals, it was converted into a forest rest house. A stay at Jogi mahal overlooking the lake Padam talao teeming with wildlife and birds must have been awesome. Sadly, it is closed to the public now and seems to be in a sorry state of disrepair.  Soon, it would be nothing but a ruin, devoured by the jungle.  One can spot wild boars, sambhar deer, spotted deer(chital), crocodiles and a wide variety of birds in and around these lakes.

one of the lakes in the evening light

Seemingly indolent, but alert

the stark beauty of the lake and the jungle


spotted deer


Lakes teeming with birds and deer

photo credit – Arun Chengappa

Sambhars wading in the lake



Sambhars – alert and watchful

I end this piece with snapshots of the sisters Arrowhead and Lightning and the tigress Noor in different moods, captured during the other safaris.

Wow! what a beauty!

Arrowhead in a pensive mood

Lightning walking past our canter

Tigress Noor right on the jeep track

Noor sitting contentedly on the side of the road



Lightning settled down in the tall dry grass waiting to ambush

Lightning with a grimace

THE LESSER KNOWN UPPER ASSAM(Part I) – Dibru Saikhowa National Park and Maguri beel

Skipping the standard Northeast tourist circuits of Guwahati-Kaziranga-Shillong and Tawang-Bomdilla, we landed at Dibrugarh airport one fine afternoon with a rough plan to explore  regions in Upper Assam and parts of Arunachal Pradesh around it. Apart from Dibrugarh and Tinsukia, which are major cities of upper Assam, I had not heard of most of the places in that region till Google opened the windows (is it a pun?) to the information available on the web, some in great detail and some very sketchy. Roing, Tezu, Dehing river, Dibang valley, Digboi (ah! I know that place), Dibru river, Margherita, Lohit river, Patkai rainforest, Maguribeel, Dibru Saikhowa national park, Myudia, Mehao, Miao…….Phew!

There is so much to see in upper Assam and the experiences are so varied that you cannot put them all together in a single article. So, what comes in Part I? The one which had the greatest impact on my senses – the birds of  Dibru Saikhowa National Park and Maguribeel.

Dibru river, a major channel of Brahmaputra

Dibru Saikhowa is a national park as well as a biosphere reserve.  In fact, it is one of the identified biodiversity hotspots, that is, a region with a significant reservoir of biodiversity and at the same time, is threatened with destruction, having lost a significant portion of its original habitat.

Dibru Saikhowa is unlike the other National Parks of India – you don’t have jeep or elephant  safaris, forest lodges and not even beaten tracks. Dibru Saikhowa has two villages situated deep inside the forest – Dhadia and Laika. For tourists in general, the park is explored only from the boats cruising on Dibru river, a channel of the mighty Brahmaputra. You reach Guijan, about 12  km away from Tinsukia, from where the cruises start. Om boat house is a well-known cruise operator, a day long cruise costing Rupees 1250 per person, including breakfast, lunch and snacks on board. The cruise vessel seems to have been taken straight out of a fairy tale book, with colorful tiny cabins and deck chairs.TSR Watermark - 330

Egret taking a free ride on the drifting branch

You cruise over the Dibru for a while, looking out for the occasional dolphin or an egret perched over a drifting branch.


After a while, the boat docks on a sandy stretch of the saikhowa forest, deck chairs and sun umbrellas are offloaded and arranged on the shore and the tourists gingerly disembark and lounge around, make themselves comfortable, taking in the scenery and the refreshments. If there is anything overtly touristy about this whole trip, this is it.

Tourist trappings

They could have arranged for at least a short hike in the forest, with permission from the forest authorities, to get a feel of the flora and perhaps get a glimpse of the wild feral horses for which this is a natural habitat.  However, after relishing the tourist trappings, we cruised further along narrower channels in a smaller motor boat, and we could see many more birds.

Cormorant drying its wings

Cormorants and ruddy shelducks are in plenty. The latter, also known as Brahmini ducks, swim, waddle and fly in pairs. During the breeding season, the male is distinguished by a black ring on its neck.

Ruddy shelduck or Brahmini duck – photo credit Rashmi Panda


Ruddy shelducks swimming in pairs – photo credit Rashmi Panda

This is why it is called snake bird – photo credit Rashmi Panda

A darter caught mid flight – photo credit Rashmi Panda

Great cormorant

A flock of cormorants

The great cormorants and darters (also known as snake bird) are commonly sighted in dibru saikhowa.

bar headed goose on flight – photo credit Rashmi Panda

After about two hours, the motorboat heads back to where the cruise boat is docked and it is time for lunch on board. It is siesta time thereafter and the cruise ends at guijan just when the sun sets. It was a spectacular sight and we just gazed at the setting sun, the golden hues it spread on the river and at the blazing sky.

The sunset on the Brahmaputra is one of the  most soothing sights that I have experienced.

All through the cruise on dibru, we kept hearing about Maguribeel and the excellent bird sightings that a canoe trip can provide. Beel in assamese means lake with marshy areas. Maguribeel is on the south bank of Dibru river and is connected to it by a system of channels.

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This place has to be visited early in the morning to see hundreds of local and migrant birds.  It is a kilometer or so further ahead of Guijan and if you are based in Tinsukia, it would take just half an hour to reach Maguribeel. It is a shallow lake with a thick network of weeds forming the bed and the canoe moves noiselessly  through the lake, skirting the marshes which throng with bird life. The white wagtail, a common winter visitor to Assam, is spotted easily but very difficult to photograph as it keeps flitting. I was eventually able to photograph it on the shore after getting off the canoe.

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white wagtail

You see a wide variety of birds on maguribeel – purple moorhens, teals, yellow wagtail, open billed storks, black winged stilt, pied kingfisher, night heron and many more which we could not identify.

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Yellow wagtail

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Bar headed goose

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Open billed stork

Purple moorhen – photo credit Rashmi Panda

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Black winged stilts

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Night heron

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Stilts – photo credit Rashmi Panda

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An all women fishing team on the maguribeel

I was truly satiated with an hour spent on Maguribeel but for avid birdwatchers who would like to make several trips on the beel watching and studying the birds, there is a Kohuwan Eco camp with lodging facilities which arranges for boat trips too.

I present these black and white beauties as a finale to the memorable time spent at dibru shikhowa and maguribeel.

Black and white (cormorant and heron) – photo credit Rashmi Panda


TEA, ANYONE? The magic of Makaibari


When we decided to make a trip to Kurseong and Makaibari, reactions were predictable. Many had not heard of these places, some thought it must be an inaccessible place somewhere in a remote corner of the north eastern part of India and the ones who knew its location, presumed that we would be halting there for a day before moving to Darjeeling for a full-fledged vacation. But, try Kurseong as a holiday destination and you would be pleasantly surprised by what it can offer.


Kurseong is a quaint hill town, perched roughly midway between Darjeeling and Siliguri. This is one of those way-side places that you pass through on your journeys but rarely remember its name, much less choose it as a destination.

You can reach Kurseong by road or by rail, both running together for most of the stretch, with the narrow gauge railway line criss-crossing the road at every bend. But if you take the train, be prepared for a slow journey – almost double the time.


Darjeeling Himalayan Railways, started in 1881 and still fully operational with most of its original features intact, has been conferred a World Heritage status by UNESCO and has several unique engineering marvels – the Batasia loop, the Z elevations at a few stretches etc.


But then, I will be digressing if I go into that in detail. So, look at this road or rail journey through rose-tinted glasses, with visions of Rajesh Khanna crooning “ mere sapnon ki rani kab aayegi tu” (the queen of my dreams, when shall thou come – an evergreen hindi film song shot on this locale) 



Kurseong would look picturesque from across the hills, but certainly not so if you are standing on the main road near the Railway Station and the market place. Take a look.


But, move away from here onto the upper lanes through churches and houses with pretty laced curtains on the windows and flowers blooming in tin pots on window sills or onto the roads leading to the tea gardens, the hill town and the valleys engulfed by mist and you will feel very differently about this place.




The obvious place to visit, while at Kurseong, is the Makaibari tea estate. The long leafed Darjeeling tea is known to tea lovers all over the world for its distinctive flavour and you can see how it is grown in Makaibari tea gardens and processed in their factory, which was set up in 1859. Unlike other tea gardens of Darjeeling which have been taken over by multinationals, Makaibari is still with the same family for four generations now. Also, Makaibari tea estate was the first one in the region to adopt organic tea growing and has been a trend-setter.

At Makaibari, great emphasis is laid on the plucking standards – smallest shoots comprising two leaves and a bud are plucked by hand and women are preferred for the greater dexterity they have.


It is hard work indeed, as 22000 such shoots have to be plucked to get a kilogram of tea. Plucking starts early in the morning before the overnight dew evaporates.

At the factory, the plucked tea leaves go through the process of withering, rolling, fermentation and drying. The green leaves are evenly spread on huge troughs, through which hot and cold air is blown in a regulated manner so that moisture is removed slowly in about 15 hours.


The withered leaves then go through a roller machine which twists and twirls the leaves gently without breaking them. The rolled leaves are then spread in a thin layer in a cool and humid room for 3-4 hours to allow fermentation. The fermented leaves then go through a dryer with regulated temperature.


Almost all the machines at the Makaibari tea factory have the “Brittannia” marking: These had come from England a century ago and are fully functional even now.

The tea leaves then go through the final steps of sorting, grading and packing.




Makaibari produces the world’s most expensive tea, “silver tips” – which is plucked under a full moon. Visitors are taken around the factory and the process of making Darjeeling tea is explained. There is also a museum which traces the history of the Makaibari tea gardens and displays the milestones achieved over the years and other testimonials.




While at Kurseong, take time to visit the churches and the Darjeeling Himalayan Railway museum, watch the train move through the crowded market place with the people going about their business just two feet away from the track and taste the excellent momos at West Bengal Tourist Lodge.





Also, skip Darjeeling if you want the magic of kurseong and Makaibari to linger.



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The carpet of flowers greet hikers descending from saurkundi pass

      What is it that makes me go back, again and again, for a hike in the Himalayas, I wonder often. I lack stamina, have not been into any form of sport my entire life, cannot really call myself adventurous, I get easily scared when the weather turns foul at higher altitudes in the mountains and crossing a glacier gives me the jitters.

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Crossing a glacier on way to Indrahara Top

In short, I am a very unlikely candidate to keep up with this activity for so many years. And yet, I have gone for trek after trek, year after year, well into my forties and fifties. I am sure the credit goes to the Himalayas for stoking and keeping this passion alive in me. The bottom line is – If I could do it, you can do it too!

People like you and me who are not adventure freaks or into serious mountaineering but who would like physical exertion, breathe in the fresh mountain air and be one with nature can hike on the innumerable trails in the Himalayas. At the lower altitudes, these trails take you through villages, meadows, forests and streams and as you ascend, the tree line recedes giving way to glaciers and snow laden mountains, Himalaya meaning the abode of snow.

Trails along mountain streams

Snow peaks – a view of Chaukhamba from Chandrashila

So, here are a few tips for the uninitiated on how to go about a hike in the Himalayas.  Just do it and let the magic unfold.

1.       As a first trek, choose a simple one of not more than 2 or 3 days and not taking you above 8000 to 9000 feet. There are several good treks at lower altitudes like Mcleodganj- Triund near Dharamsala, Nag Tibba near Mussorrie, Deoriataal and Tungnath-Chandrashila near chopta, Parashar lake near Mandi, valley of flowers in Uttarakhand, Dayara Bugyal near Uttarkashi, Sandakphu near Darjeeling, Beas Kund near Manali etc. Don’t dream of doing the Goecha La trek in Sikkim or the Pin Parvati trek straightaway. The tree line ends at about 11000 feet and conditions generally get harsh beyond this altitude requiring acclimatization. A trek involving crossing of a Pass at 12000 feet or above should be attempted after experiencing a couple of treks to lower altitudes.

Triund with a view of Macleodganj and the plains beyond

Friendship peak as seen from the base camp at Bakkarthach

2.      Read about the terrain, the trek route, the level of difficulty, the best time to trek, how to reach the starting point of the trek, the flora and fauna of the region, the villages en route etc. Most of the information is available on the internet. This will make the trek enjoyable and wholesome rather than experiencing it as an adventure activity alone.

A beautiful Himalayan village called Kugti

Purple Rhododendrons blooming at higher altitudes

The trails are also shared by shepherds with their flock

3.      The next aspect that you need to decide is whether to go with people/organizations well established in this field or you want to go on your own with a group of friends. The benefits of starting with an established group are many. They have a wealth of knowledge and experience which they share with the participants in their orientation sessions, take care of all logistics of arrangements and also provide trekking gear. Some of the prominent ones are The Youth Hostel Association of India (, STEP Trekkers (, Indiahikes (, Indian Himalayan Adventures ( A few treks down the line, you can think of doing it on your own, hiring guides, porters, cooks and tents.

4.      Do not start buying expensive and top end hiking gear immediately. Yes, a good pair of hiking shoes is a must, which should be used and broken into before the trek. The need to buy other equipment will depend upon the nature of the trek and what can be hired or borrowed easily. You can start buying rucksack, sleeping bag etc after you have done a couple of treks and intend being a regular.

A trekker with his gear

5.      Start walking regularly for about 45 minutes to one hour every day, at least for one month before the trek. This really helps. And climb stairs to the extent possible. Otherwise, you will end up with extreme stiffness in the legs on the first day of the trek. Even if you have been walking regularly in the plains, it would still be better to have an acclimatization walk in the hills on the first day and start the trek the next day.

6.      Packing your sack sensibly with the essentials with the weight distributed evenly is an art which needs to be perfected over the years. Take minimum number of shirts and trousers but you can be liberal in the number of undergarments and socks. One warm sweater, a jacket with windproof covering, a woolen cap/muffler, thermal gloves, and sunglasses are the essentials. The clothes should be packed in 3 or 4 separate thin waterproof covers to keep them dry even in a heavy downpour. Stack the clothes packets vertically with two packets at each level so that the weight is distributed evenly from the bottom of the sack to the top. The heaviest items should be in the middle portion. Pack the rainsheet, gloves and woolen cap in the top compartment of the sack for quick access. Many sacks come with a separate access to the lowermost compartment, which would be ideal for packing the sleeping bag. The water bottle goes obviously on one of the side pockets for easy access while walking.


7.     For protection from rain, a rain sheet is the best and will serve the purpose much better than a raincoat or a waterproof poncho or waterproof trousers and uppers. A rain sheet (called a barsati in Hindi) is just a large waterproof sheet folded and stitched at the top to form a hood over your head and body and is large and loose enough to cover your sack too. You can hold the sheet ends and continue to walk comfortably or it can be made hands free by attaching strings to the sheet which can be loosely tied over the abdominal area. It generally rains in intermittent spells during the day and a rain sheet is the easiest to put on and take off.


8.     Do not trek on an empty stomach but at the same time, do not have a very heavy breakfast as it would tire you before you have trekked even a kilometer. Walk at your own pace, steadily without having frequent resting/snacking breaks. Whenever you feel tired or out of breath especially while walking uphill, take very short rests leaning on rocks instead of sitting down. If you sit down frequently, thinking that the rest will energize you, walking will become even more difficult. Take small sips of water whenever you feel thirsty and sucking sugar candies also helps. Munch on snacks like dry fruits or chocolate while walking and ideally you should have two snack/tea breaks and one lunch break in a trek of about 10 kilometres of 6 to 7 hours.


During these breaks, you should relax with the sack off your back and take off your shoes too if you like. If you are already at some height, put on your sweater or windcheater as soon as you sit down as the heat generated in the body while walking dissipates immediately.


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Walking single file on narrow trails


9.     While walking, keep to the mountain side and watch where your next step is going to land. If you want to take photograph or just enjoy the scenery around, stop walking for a minute or two. Doing any of these while walking, can lead to a stumble and a fall, sometimes with very serious consequences. Another safety aspect to be observed is not to overtake another trekker when the path is narrow and certainly not without intimation or in a hurry. An accidental rubbing of the sacks or rolled floor mats on top of the sacks can actually topple over either person.

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Trails to be negotiated with due care


10.     Be aware of Mountain Sickness which can strike anyone as  altitude is gained, especially if the ascent is not gradual and the body is unable to acclimatize.  Headache, nausea, dizziness and inability to follow  instructions are some of the symptoms as oxygen supply to the brain gets diminished. If symptoms persist, it is safest to descend to lower altitudes as Acute Mountain Sickness can be fatal once it sets in.  Also, once you have reached some altitude, do not go to sleep at night without eating, irrespective of how tired or exhausted you are after the day’s trek as this can also have serious consequences.

Huts of the gaddis(shepherds)
Gaddis (nomadic shepherds)

11.     Respect the mountains, the local customs of the villagers and ensure that your hike is environment friendly. Littering is a big NO NO. Walk up to the village or shepherd huts near the camp and interact with the folks to get an insight into the life in the mountains. You will be amazed at the friendliness and warmth that you would receive. If you can, carry small gifts for the children that live in remote areas.

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12.     Once you reach the camping place and the tents have been pitched, keep your sack at the head of the mat assigned for you and take out only the bare minimum items for changing clothes, footwear to be used in the camp etc. DO NOT unpack your sack completely and fill up the limited space inside the tent. Just imagine what the tent would look like if all the occupants did likewise! If it is a sunny day, you can leave the shoes outside but before you retire for the night, keep the shoes in an orderly fashion between the outer layer and inner layer of the tent to ensure that these do not get wet due to rain or even dew.


13.     While there is still some daylight, locate essential items like medicines, torch, water bottle, plate, mug, muffler etc that you may need at night. Rummaging through the sack for any of these in the darkness, with the help of a torchlight can be very difficult and extremely irritating for your companions.  Since you will be sharing a very small space with several others, follow basic etiquette like not talking too loudly when others are resting/sleeping, not airing your smelly pair of socks on your sack etc. Of course, if you snore, you cannot do anything about it except sympathize with the other occupants the next morning.


14.     The Himalayas abound with wildlife – panthers, black bears and birds – but it is very unlikely that you would encounter them during the day.  If you have to go out at night to answer nature’s call, don’t go far from the cluster of tents and take a bright torch and also a friend along if possible.

Keeping the chill out

15.     Lastly and most importantly, enjoy the hiking and camping experience. Breathe in the fresh unpolluted air and the heady scent of pine cones, have your dinner under a sky filled with unbelievable number of stars, nestle cozily in a warm sleeping bag inside the tent, get up at the crack of dawn to experience the silence and the wilderness around, huddle around the fire in the make-shift kitchen with a hot cup of tea and chat up with the cook, catch the first or last rays of the sun on the snow peak in front and share stories with fellow hikers during campfire.


Experience all of these and more – the laughter and banter among friends, a great appetite, good physical exercise and watch the cares and worries dropping off like withered leaves.

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Oh! to be in the midst of nature’s best





I dived into the blog world last year with much trepidation. Will someone ever read what I write? Will I sink without a trace? And what should I write about? It was easy to choose “travel” as the subject as I have travelled quite a lot, mostly within my own country – India – and if not interesting, I would at least be authentic, I thought. Also, I have always enjoyed reading travelogues, which  helped me veer myself more in this direction.The kind of travel I have enjoyed the most is hiking in the Himalayas, so I zeroed in on this topic and took the plunge.

Writers want readers and I am no exception.  Not being very active in the social networking area, my  hope for attracting more readers lies in effective usage of the tools available for increasing visibility.

I do want to write on other matters too that are close to my heart. And it has always been a dream to write short stories. It is another matter that I have not even made a first lousy draft. But I will, I will, now that I am here and intend sticking around.

Striped beauties of Bandhavgarh

The first clear view of the tiger
The first clear view of the tiger

“Tiger Tiger” whispered the guide animatedly, the thrill and excitement in his voice not dimmed even after innumerable tiger sightings he must have had in the last 19 years that he has been in Bandhavgarh. The atmosphere electrified immediately and there was a palpable tension in the air. We were in the last leg of our last jeep ride in  Khitauli  area of Bandhavgarh Tiger Reserve when we spotted the tiger.

Entry barrier at Khitauli range
Entry barrier at Khitauli range

It was a full grown female cub and she and her sister had not yet left the mother to strike out on their own, informed the guide. The tiger, beautifully camouflaged in the sal tree forest, kept walking parallel to the dirt track on which our jeep was. The guide knew that it would soon come onto the road and cross it and so we stopped and waited.

Striding majestically across the track giving us the royal ignore
Striding majestically across the track giving us the royal ignore

And soon enough, the tiger emerged from the tree cover, strode majestically across the track with not even a glance bestowed on us.  The guide knew where it would exactly emerge again and swiftly we reversed and moved across the criss-cross of tracks and waited at a spot and were rewarded by another sighting of the same tiger.  This time, it walked on the track for a while, with our jeep following it slowly at a safe distance, before it entered the forest again.

The dirt tracks criss crossing the forest
The dirt tracks criss crossing the forest

Bandhavgarh Tiger Reserve in Madhya pradesh in central India is typical tiger country immortalized by Kipling and has a very high density of tigers.  The National Park is divided into 3 zones – Tala zone, magadhi zone and khitauli zone. We had spent 3 hours the previous evening in Tala zone, which is undoubtedly more beautiful than the other zones.

Open grasslands and the dominating fort on the hillock
Open grasslands and the dominating fort on the hillock

It has open grasslands, view of the Bandhavgarh fort which overlooks the forest, a place called “Sheshashaiya” – a huge idol of Lord Vishnu reclining on the seven hooded serpent Sheshnag with the spring waters emanating from near the feet. This zone is also dotted with several caves. Alighting from the jeep is allowed only at the biggest of these caves aptly titled “Badi Gufa” and at the Vishnu idol as the remaining caves are generally dwelling places of the tigers.

The idol of reclining Vishnu
The idol of reclining Vishnu

Though a rough and steep road goes right up to the 10th century fort, visits to the fort have been stopped for several years now. The fort complex has a temple with a priest in place, though it is difficult to imagine how he lives there alone in the wilderness as the fort area is known to be frequented by tigers. Once a year, on the day of Janmashtami – the birthday of Lord Krishna – people from the nearby villages are allowed to trek up to the temple and the tigers must be keeping away due to the presence of so many people.

A lone spotted dear
A lone spotted dear

In the Tala zone of the forest, we could see plenty of spotted deer, sambhar, peacocks and langurs. The throbbing wildlife was all around.


The langurs who promptly climb to tree tops and give the alarm calls on spotting a tiger
The langurs who promptly climb to tree tops and give the alarm calls on spotting a tiger

Twice we heard the alarm call of langurs, which unfailingly gives away the presence of the tiger, and waited for a while but we could not see the tiger. The ride through the forest was mesmerizing nevertheless.

Coming back to the tiger we saw, the thrill of seeing a tiger in the wild is unimaginable.  Though our hands were shaking, with excitement and fear in equal measure, we were able to take photographs and it ended all too soon.  Since we were on the last leg of the morning ride and moving towards the exit, we were busy recalling the tiger sighting we had, how magnificent she looked as she strode across the track when, all of a sudden, as we turned a bend in the road, we saw a tiger straight ahead and walking towards us.

There were a couple of vehicles behind the tiger and she (it was the mother we were told) must have emerged from the forest in front of them and walking away from them when we came bang in front of her. It was a heart stopping moment. There were frantic signals from those in the other jeeps asking us to back and allow the tiger to continue on its path. The driver of our jeep did comply but in the confusion and the hurry, he hit a rock and could not back any further.  I have never seen a tiger head on (we could see only the head and front legs – it was walking in perfect alignment) and the experience was bewitching to say the least.

The tigress changed course and moved to the other side of the road
The tigress changed course and moved to the other side of the road

She kept coming for a few more steps and then coolly changed course, and sauntered across to the other side of the road and into the forest cover.  Needless to say, none of us took any photographs of the front view and were galvanized into action only when she was about to enter the forest cover. ?????????? No regrets whatsoever. What is a photograph, when we could experience those moments that had us spellbound!

The forest department’s complex at Tala has several Forest Rest Houses and a very informative and well designed museum.  There is also an open amphitheatre and wildlife films are screened for the visitors. The film on “Charger” a very famous and aggressive male tiger who reigned over the Bandhavgarh forest for a long spell and “Sita” the tigress who was his mate and had produced several off springs, is worth watching.

Booking of the Forest Rest House is a bit of a pain (when will they make it simple and transparent?) and one can try several lodgings and resorts in Tala village right outside the Park gates.  The best time to visit the Park is March  – April as tiger sighting is almost certain.