Gokarna

Burgeoned alongside the western coast of Southern India in the North Kannada District of Karnataka State, the quaint town is pilgrims’ paradise & beach-lovers haven. Bestowed with pristine beaches and timeless temples of Hindu deities like Lord Shiva, Lord Maha Ganapati, Goddess Bhadrakali and many more, Gokarna is termed as the ‘Kashi of South India’.  

Legend has it that Lord Shiva emerged here from Cow’s Ear – the cow being Prithvi¹   And since then the temple town has been christened as Gorkarna. The Mahabaleshwar Temple dedicated to Lord Shiva is constructed in a Dravidian architectural style. It houses ShivaLinga² and a 1500 year old idol of Lord Shiva. Since centuries the temple has been witnessing priests, pilgrims and monks submerging themselves in religious rituals, offering prayers, meditation or performing religious ceremonies. The temple is abuzz with holy hymns and chants that emanate somniferous spirituality. There is an air of peace and serenity in every corner of the temple and a visit is enough for the visitor to get the soul rejuvenated. On an average day, the tinsel town wakes up by early sunrise. The two main streets that connect the town with surrounding districts are thoroughly washed and the residents then adorn it with Rangoli³. Holy chants begin resonating from every household and the fragrance of incense sticks fill the atmosphere with mystic peace. It seem like the whole town has woken up from a deep slumber only to transcend in spirituality.

Sandwiched between the hills and seas, Gokarna is blessed with four scenic beaches namely the pristine Om Beach, the quaint Kudle Beach, Half-moon & Paradise beach. White sands, crystal clear water and serenity of Om Beach beckons every backpacker. Its two semi-crescent shores that are naturally joined together, resemble the Hindu religious symbol ‘OM’ and the only how the beach got its name.  A short walk away from the Om Beach is Kudle beach that has graduated as a surfing destination and provides perfect waves for the surfboard to flirt with. The other beaches like Paradise Beach & Half-Moon Beach are nestled in a secluded location with fewer inhabitants.

The laid back nature, scenic locales, captivating ancient temples and virgin coastline places Gokarna in the bucket list of every tourist as a must see destination. And its epiphany sunsets, sun-kissed warm sands, breezy twilight, percussion of waves are a few daily shows performed by the Mother Nature that renders every traveler spell bound.

1 –  Mother Earth

2 – Symbolic representation of Hindu deity Lord Shiva

3 - A traditional Indian art of decorating  the ground with colored powder.

Tawang

Breathing lowers, eyes get transfixed and soul flies off leaving the senses spellbound. Nothing seems breath taking as the 400 years old monastery looming across the horizon. Perched at a height above 12,155ft and having drenched in quintessential aura of Buddhism, this land of Monpa Tribe is nestled in the knolls of dawn-lit mountains. Nuzzled in the icy folds of higher Himalayan foothills of North Easthern Indian state of Arunachal Pradesh, Tawang is scarcely populated mountainous track lying roughly on the northwest extreme. Mesmerising lofty mountains, clear sparkling lakes, deep gorges, exquisite Gompas and quaint villages shade this tinsel town as the basket of adventure. The high altitude bare mountains, uninhabited hilly belt ranging from 6000 ft to 11,000.ft comprising of plateau and sparsely populated narrow valleys graduates Tawang as the Mecca of trekkers and hikers.

The magnanimous monastery offers an inebriating & picturesque view of the Tawang Chu river valley. The monastery appears like a humongous fortress as if guarding the votaries of Mahayana Buddhism in the wide valley below. Fondly known as Galden Namgyal Lhatse, which translates to “celestial paradise in a clear night” in Tibetan dialect, has a tale to tell.  And the tale is indeed captivating with the thundering waterfalls, bursting bubbles of hot water spring and the flirtatious temperate breeze playing the role of percussionists in the background. The legend goes that the site on which the Gompa stands is considered extremely pious and divine. It’s said that when Merag Lama wasn't able to locate the place for the construction of the monastery, he intended to seek divine guidance. He was praying inside a cave and when he returned post finishing the prayers, he found that his horse was missing. On searching, he saw that horse was standing on a hilltop.  Considering this as a sign of divine blessing, the location was then finalized for construction of the monastery. The foundation stone of this celestial monastery was laid by Merag Lama; the monk of the time of 5th Dalai Lama. The whole structure was brought from Tibet, piece by piece; on horseback and it was assembled here. The monastery was founded in 1681 by Merag Lama Lodre Gyatso in compliance with the desires of 5th Dalai Lama, Nagwang Lobsang Gyatso.

Having witnessed the quest for survival of Tibetans and harsh weather conditions since centuries, the 3 storey fortified monastery spans across 150 square meters having 65 residential structures, lanes and by lanes inside. With the capacity of accommodating 750 monks, the three storied assembly hall of the monastery houses a colossal 28 ft high golden statue of Buddha, striking deity idols, Thangkas and murals. Abundant with spiritual treasures it has preserved holy Buddhist scriptures, pictographs and an exceptional collection of ancient Tibetian Thangkas along with the renowned Buddhist scriptures Kangyur & Tangyur those are inscribed in gold since centuries.  The main assembly hall or Duknang is a house to an array of Buddha statues in various poses. Bejeweled with sacred knowledge, Parkhang hall is actually a library with a wealth of Thangka-manuscripts and sacred books. Waking up to the sound of gongs and prayer bells is blissful enough for a spiritual beginning. Watching maroon-robed monks chanting, praying & meditating near the 28-feet high golden Buddha decked with horns and incense braziers pacifies the soul. Being synonymous to a peaceful and solitary retreat, the gompa buzzes of religious activity, while its craft center produces intricately woven carpets.

Bustling bazaar, fluttering prayer flags, stone and timber houses of Monpas add to the charm of Tawang. These original inhabitants of Tawang are the descendants of Mongoloid stock. Their primary source of income is based on agriculture and animal husbandry.  As hearty as theirs yaks are, so are the Monpas who tend to their yaks and brew their own alcohol. Armed with a philosophy of living their lives to the fullest, they enjoy life and when spirits are high they often break into song & dance.  The local markets are dotted with shops selling woolen shawls, carpets and the wrap skirts worn by Monpa women. The Craft Center of the Tawang Monastery produces fine woolen carpets in an array of colorful designs. Also there Serdukpen shawls Apatani jackets and scarves, Adi skirts, Mishmi shawls, blouses and jackets, wancho bags. Craft- Centers at Bomdila and Tawang offer very fine carpets in multiple shades and patterns. Carpets of ethnic Tibetan designs are way too popular and are made of pure wool. Couples of souvenir shops in the Old Market and the Tibetan settlement showcase an array of wood items carved by the locals. Hand carved special bowls, spoons; masks those are sported in religious dances and ethnic Monpa & Tibetan utensils used for cooking can are up for sale. The renowned Buddhist prayer wheels, flags and statues carved out of wood as well as brassware are even sold in the market.

Urgelling Monastery:  A few miles from Tawang to the south is the birthplace of His Holi Highness the sixth Dalai Lama; Ngawang Gyamtso, the sacred Urgelling monastery. The 6th Dalai Lama is the only Indian to have risen to such a high position in Gelupka Sect of Buddhism so far. Urgelling monastery traces backs its roots to the 15th century CE, i.e. around 1489. Established by Urgen Sangpo as a Buddhist spiritual center  the monastery had faced invasion and resurrection. Today it houses a single temple and shelters some of the monks who lead a simple life, practice meditation and other Buddhist practices.

Taktsang Monastery:  Nestled amidst serenity and dense coniferous forest with snow capped peaks in the background is the Taktsang Monastery. Well known as “Tiger’s Den” this is an ideal setting for those who have chosen the path of Nirvana and the monastery have been by Guru Padmasambhava in the 8th century CE. The quest to begin the inner journey and solace ends here, The monastery offers a perfect place to seat, meditate and lets one’s unite with celestial universe. 

Tawang War Memorial:  Every land has its hero and India has a history of its numerous heroes. Namgyal Chorten is proof about Indian Army’s extraordinarily trained and unequaled men. They were the heroes who ferociously fought till their last droplet of blood shaded the ground red and their last round of bullets silenced the hordes of Chinese. Standing tall, commanding respect and overlooking the Tawang Chu valley is the 40 ft. Multi hued Tawang War Memorial. Commemorating the bravery of the Indian heroes of the Indo-Shino war of 1962, the memorial has names of 2,420 dead soldiers etched in gold on around 32 black granite plagues. The war memorial has two halls. One of them houses the priceless collection of personal articles of martyrs, while the other is used for sound and light shows, depicting their heroic deeds. Dalai Lama has blessed the entire memorial and in addition, the Holy Scriptures, an idol of Lord Buddha and Arya Avlokiteshwara were also sent by Dalai Lama to this memorial. These idols have been kept in the vaults of the stupa.

Tawang is not just a house to several other monasteries and nunneries but boasts of several adventure sports too. The rivers Tawang-Chu and Namjang-Chu are a hot spot for river-rafting activities leaving other options too for rock-climbing, paragliding, skating and other winter sport activities.

Food for feat: And yes, Tawang cooks up some scrumptious delicacies for the ardent foodies and those who are interested to gamble a bit with their taste buds. The infamous Tibetan delicacies like Thupka, or momos are available at every roadside corner. But the appetizing Paratha- Sabzi is a must try and can be eaten hot from the roadside eateries. A tiny shack named Annapurna serves flavorsome “Alu Chips”. Tasting a traditional Monpa cuisine needs a tongue of steel and an iron heart as they tend to use a generous amount of chilies and fermented cheese that gives a strong flavor which not recommend for the weakhearted. One can try “Zan”, the staple dish of the Monpas which is made of Millet flour with ingredient including vegetables or meat to which fermented cheese, soya bean or other herbs are added too. If this isn’t filling then “Gyapa Khazi” is the hunger cruncher. It’s a Monpa version of Pulao made of rice, fermented cheese and tossed with small dried fishes or shrimps, chilies ginger and other spices. One can also try “Khura”, the Monpa Pancake which is generally served with tea. Apart from Apong which is a local drink made of rice and millet, Butter Tea too is famous beverage. It is smooth and shooting too. Monpas being mostly non-vegetarians are fond of these delicacies. Apart from these there are many mount-watering Monpa recipes like Khatzi, Pua, Kyola, Kharang.Bak-Tza Margu. Those with the street food fixation can hunt for local eateries to explore the appetizing side of Tawang.

Fascinating Festivities: Losar &Torgya

As enchanting as this paradisaical destination is so are the vibrant festivities of this land. Considered as the most important of all Buddhist festivals, Festival of Losar commemorates the Tibetan New Year in accordance with the lunar calendar. It falls in the end of February or early March and is celebrated for 8 - 15 days. It’s marked with ancient rituals, stage fights between good and evil, chanting and passing through the crowds with fire torches. Amplifying the spirit of festivity, the dance of the Ibex deer and the dramatic battles between the King & his ministers are phenomena to be witnessed. For the ones who follow Buddhism, Losar is a sacred time of feasting and celebrations. Exquisitely shaded homes with flour paintings of the Sun & moon and the tungsten light shimmering of the small lamps illuminated in the houses are worth capturing in the camera lens. Glistening lamps, holy chants and hoisting prayer flags leverage the piousness of the sacred festival of Losar.

Another major festival celebrated only by the Lamas of the monastery is Torgya. Being one of the most colorful festivals of Arunachal Pradesh, the celebration continues for three days commencing from the 28th day of the eleventh month of the lunar calendar. Amidst the traditional Tibetan music, Chham; a sacred dance is performed by monks dressed in mythological attires and masks during the festival. The dance depicts numerous holy, earthly characters and it is performed for three days. Commencing the festival on its 1st day, monks offer a sacrificial cake known as Torma which is offered to the fire ignited in the courtyard of the monastery which is then accompanied by the reading of Holy Scriptures by the beating of drums. On the last day of Torgya a ritual of worship is performed known as Wang. Here an assembly is organized and every individual is then allowed to participate in the holy rituals under the guidance of the monk. A long procession at the end is taken out and the large Thangka is kept outside for public view. On the onset of this festival, a pyramidal structure of Torgya is made by the Lamas, who offer prayers, lighten every corner of the monastery with colourful lights and perform dance to signify the victory of good over the evil spirits.

Even in the advanced world of zillion technologies, there do exists the creed those remind every traveler of the days when Man loved to live in the laps of Mother Nature. And this unexplored celestial land is no exception to it. The voyagers will always find the spirituality of Tibet in the air. No matter how the world advances, the tribal culture, tradition, the Gompas, monks’ prayers and chanting will always emanate for the divine cause of peace and well being of the whole cosmos.

Legend of Spring Ride

It’s that time of the year when meadows are carpeted with multi-hued wild flowers. The breeze flirts around, accompanied with a chilly yet comforting glare. The warmth of morning sun, the light amber rays, the

dodger blue skies dotted with scattered clouds inspire to leave the cradle called couch; and ride away. While walking past the side walk towards the garage, the auburn leaves ruffle, sounding like a cheering

crowd. The heart thumps faster than before; much faster, just as before jumping off a cliff; just as before confessing your love; just as before the graduation results were out; just as before owing a

promotion letter. And now the adrenalin rushes in- just when the soul is about to unveil the riding legend in within. Feels like being reborn.

The chrome silencers are the first to be spotted, though its a silencer but never chokes the emotions. The wide carbon black torso appears like a burly navy seal about to strike coldly. The stunning headlight stares straight into the viewers’ retina like a hovering hawk about pounce on its prey and as the ignition is switched

on, it roars like a Lion. The iconic engine shoves up a max power and the torque bestowing a feel of marching on a WW I German Tank. The thumping sound commands attention with awe. And it’s now a feeling of being one with the machine arises entwining the heart beats with its thump.

The wind salutes the machine and its master by merely gliding past, not brushing against the visor. The mountains seem silently witnessing the ride, the scattered clouds begin following and the rider’s silhouette

emerging out of the amber sun rays transforms the appearance like a knight emerging dressed in shining armor. Etching the century old tradition of leading in the battle of traffic, it tears off every

chase with ease, rendering overtakers and passersby spellbound. Even the wild flowers twist around to catch a glimpse of the force that repelled their oscillatory movement with a gust of wind as the machine

rode past.

When the whole world looks upon, the machine then anoints its rider, or so called better half as the successor or heir. Centuries have been a witness to the fact that its not a rider who produces the machine but

a legend called Harley’s gives birth to a riding legend.

Kalimpong

Adorned with a breathtaking backdrop of Eastern Himalayas, carpeted with virgin forests and encircled by unchartered villages, this place offers a spectacular milieu of towering snow capped peaks. Situated 4000 ft above sea level in the beautiful knolls of Darjeeling between Siliguri & Gangok, it shares borders with Sikkim, Bhutan, Nepal and Bangladesh which are all within a few hours drive from here.

Well known as the floral heaven of India and the home of the world famous orchids & cacti, this place is a house to some of the finest and the rarest specimens of Flora and Fauna. It is believed that a visit to Kalimpong is incomplete without visiting its Floral Nurseries. Located on top of a ridge overlooking the eastern bank of river Teesta, it offers an excellent view of Mt. Kanchejunga. The vast expanse of green treasure rolled out over the meadows; dotted with wild colorful lowers and rivulets wandering idly is a portrait in itself autographed by Mother Nature.

Woven with a rare ethnic blend of hilly natives the tradition of hospitality in this secluded retreat has been practiced since centuries. Famous for indigenous artifacts, the artisans here craft traditional artwork and jewelry those are much admired all over the world. The weekly markets on Wednesdays and Saturdays comprises of some interesting sights like conventional Tibetan and Bhutanese handicrafts, woodcarvings, copper-wares, feng-shui bells, tapestry bags, scrolls, paintings , statues, wall hanging, knifes, Porcelain, Crystal, Thankhas, Dragons, bone stuff, masks and souvenirs.

This artistic heaven not only welcomes the art and nature admirers but also the ardent foodies are well fed. For all those who savor the taste of different cuisines, the hill station serves a platter of multicultural delicacies. The much famed snack; Momos is a common sight here. These steamed dumplings are stuffed with either meat or vegetable cooked in a wrapping of flour and are served with watery soup leaving ya tastes bud craving to have more. The next thing on menu to be explored is Churpee, a hard cheese produced from Yak's or Chauri's (A mix breed of yak & cattle) milk. Another delicacy that’s more in demand is Thupka; hearty Tibetan noodle served in soup with minced meat is a must try.

This ecological hotspot served as a gateway to the oriental world some centuries ago housing a couple of relics. These relics have witnessed the growth of Kalimpong since the days of Silk Route voyages undertaken by distinct traders and explorers of the east. One of the relics are Monasteries or Gompas. Marking their presence here way before 1700 A.D. , the famous monasteries include Tongsa Gompa, Tharpa Choling Gompa and Zong Dog Palri Fo-Brang Gompa.

Having withstood and witnessed rough weather for centuries together, the Thongsa Gompa is a renowned Bhutanese Monastery. Established in 1692 this is an oldest marvel built under the guidance of Bhutan King. The monks are often seen offering prayers and meditating from dawn to dusk.

Dating back to the year 1926, Tharpa Choling Gompa is situated at Tirpai Hill and belongs to the Yellow Hat sect of Tibetan Buddhism; the Gelukpas. Adorned with idols of the Bhaisajya, Sakyamuni and Maitreya Buddhas which translates to past / present and future, this Gompa is a must visit. The tiny hall inside the Gompa is artistically bejeweled with the images of flayed animals and humans. The Gompa is a 40 minute walk from the main town.

Renowned as Durpin Monastery, the Zong Dog Palri Fo-Brang Gompa was constructed in mid 70s in the hills of Durpin Dara. Sanctified by Dalai Lama this Gompa houses rare paintings and the most sacred text Kunguyar. The sacred text comprises of all the 108 volumes those were carried by Dalai Lama during his exile. Resonating a perfect impression of Buddhist architectural style, the walls inside exhibit exceptional paintings and a three dimensional Mandala located on the first floor prayer hall leaves every visitor enchanted. Flanked by a fascinating view of landscapes and the distant Himalayan ranges, the Gompa leaves every visitor transfixed. The emanating radiance of wisdom, soulful fragrance of peace and the transcendental tranquility billows through the ambiance of this Gompa throughout the day.

Scaling heights of success may not be so adventurous as scaling heights of mountain range is. At every altitude the universe unifies to gift mind and soul a pure ecstasy. A glare of astonishment flirts around at a height of 1650 meters at the Delo View Point. This highest point in the town of Kalimpong paints a mesmerizing view of the snow clad mountains and the Teesta River Valley.

Durpin Dara Hills is a Nature's canvas showcasing the mystical mount-scapes painted with multiple hues during dawn & dusk. Elevated at an altitude of 1400 meters, the hill top offers a spectacular view of the Chola Hills of Sikkim, distant plains of Siliguri, emerald valleys of River Teesta & Rangit and an awe – inspiring picturesque of Mt. Kanchendzonga rendering the voyagers spellbound.

This isn't it ! A lot more is to be explored. Its an ascend where every trek is complemented with enchantment and serenity. And while descending comes along a mystical fragrance of memories that lasts for centuries.

Hrishikesh

Nestled scenically in the laps of Sivalik Range in Himalayas; is a spiritual town of Hrishikesh. Located in Dehradun district in the north Indian state of Uttarakhand, the holy city is a revered pilgrimage center among the Hindus. Burgeoned in natural splendor the city is a Gateway to Himalayas and an origination point for the “Char Dham” pilgrimage; one of the most sacred pilgrimage tours — Badrinath, Kedarnath, Gangotri and Yamunotri. Flourished at the foothills of Himalayas this sanctified city gets its name “Hrishikesh” after Lord “Vishnu” which means ‘lord of the senses’. The city comprises of the main town of Hrishikesh along with few distinct sections encompassing hamlets and settlements on both the banks of the river Ganges. Primarily the main town Hrishikesh comprises of an expansive commune known as “Muni-ki-Reti” meaning "sands of the sages" and the home of Sivananda Ashram; The Divine Life Society founded by Swami Sivananda popularly known as Sivananda Nagar. The north of Hrishikesh comprises of the temple section of Lakshman Jhula, and a little further north are the assorted Ashrams around Swarg Ashram on the east bank.

 The sacred river representing country’s piousness, the Ganges flows through Hrishikesh. Shredding her teen image of playful rivulet flowing from the Shivalik Ranges of the Himalayas, here she grows into a blooming young river commencing her journey further into the plains of northern India. Her turquoise hued clear water gushing swiftly with expeditious currents paints a devastatingly exquisite scene. Thousands of devotees, pilgrims and tourist throng the city each year from India and overseas. The feeling of divinity captivates one’s senses even whilst staring the banks of Ganges adorned with delicate flowers, and a converting of solitary Saints, Monks, priest and spiritually awakened individuals passing by.

 Hrishikesh, ever so often tagged as “the world capital of Yoga”, houses numerous yoga centers those are much older than any other yoga organizations in the world. One of the oldest yoga establishments is Kailas Ashram Brahmavidyapeetham; an institution dedicated to preserve and promote the traditional Vedantic Studies has been a part of this institution for more than 120 years. Legendary personas such as Swami Vivekananda, Swami Ramanand Tirtha and Swami Shivananda were alumni of this institution prior commencing their noteworthy journeys. The tinsel town has been a silent observer of lives of several yogis and Sages having lived and practiced penance here. It is said and well - believed that meditation in Hrishikesh brings one closer to self - realization and “Moksha” and so does a dip in the divine river that flows throughout.

The town awakens at the early hours to the bellowing of conches and the “Vedic” chants. Blossoming with fragrant lilacs, roses, gerberas and holy basil which is considered of prime significance in offerings among the Hindu Gods the spirituality then emanates in the air. Most of the congregations of worshippers take a dip in the river as a part of a ritual and then proceeding ahead to perform “Pujas” in the temple.  Later the Gods are bejeweled in the colorful garlands, vermilion, turmeric and are ornamented in silk attire. Array of colognes emanate off the incense sticks followed by rhythmic chanting of prayers or “Vedas” in the temples mesmerizing one’s curiosity.

The bridge that bridges the banks of River Ganges is popularly termed as “Laxman Jhula” and is a well known landmark in the city. The existence of this bridge dates back to the mythological era of “Ramayana” and is believed that “Laxmana” the brother of Hindu deity Lord Rama, crossed river Ganga on jute rope where the present bridge stands today. The 450 feet long jute-rope Bridge was replaced by iron-rope suspension bridge in 1889 by a British Officer but unfortunately it was washed away in the 1924 floods and afterwards was then replaced by a stronger present bridge. To the west of the bridge stands a temple devoted to “Laxmana”; the brother of Lord “Rama”.  “Laxman Jhula” offers an astonishing view of ravishing beauty of River Ganges. Watching the mountains roofed in green belt with turquoise hued Ganges flowing by and chilly breeze swirling around, crafts the bridge as a great place to be at. The river here abounds of fishes and often pilgrims are seen feeding a stream of fishes from the bridge or at a place where the fishes gather while the pilgrims drop food for them. A boat ride down the river is recommended as it offers a panoramic view of the bridge. The background colored with lush green mountain ranges and an unblemished steely grey Lakshman Jhula in the foreground seems like a portrait in itself autographed by Mother Nature.

Blending its modern appearance with inner enlightenment the 13 storey Kailash Niketan Temple is the next stop post crossing Laxman Jhula. The Temple houses several sculptures of Gods and Goddesses and is a pure example of contemporary manifestation enlightened with the rays of serenity and spirituality.  The experience of spiritually is not only limited to the plains of Hrishikesh but is also felt at an altitudes. Commanding an extravagant view of the region, situated on the altitudes of 5500 feet, abiding in equanimity is the legendary temple of Nilkanth Mahdeo. Encircled by serenity of the forests the temple is situated on a hill top above “Swarg Ashram”. Legend goes that in the mythological era when the ocean was being churned for 'Amrit' (Potion for immortality), first venom oozed out and this was the place where lord Shiva had drunk the venom to save the mankind. After consuming it, his neck had turned blue with the poison and hence he was called 'Neelkanth', the one with blue neck. Every year in the months of monsoon - mid July to August - fairs are held where thousands of devotees visit temple, taking a holy dip in the fresh water spring within temple complex pilgrims proceed to pay visit to the lord. Scorched eyes long to have a view of the Lord Shiva who has been marking his presence since ages and eras, in a serene pose yet so very powerful and commanding by nature, the deity welcomes and blesses one and all. 

To the east of the Ganges is a place bustling with activities all the times, better known as “Swarg Asharm”.  Ashrams, temples, restaurants, shops, eating joints are well developed in this area. Founded by Swami Vishuddhananda fondly known as “Kaali Kamli Wale”, the ashram is one of oldest in Hrishikesh and is adorned by many statues. The spiritual air of the spiritual soul pacifies one and all. Crossing over the “Ram Jhula” towards the western bank of Ganges is Shivanand Ashram: The Divine Life Society: One of the oldest and most active ashrams in the area. A doctor by profession, Swami Shivanand renounced his life in Delhi and came to Hrishikesh in the year of 1924 and set up Divine Life Society in 1936. He authored approximately 200 books on yoga, health and spiritual life prior his death in 1963. The ashram organizes regular yoga classes, meditation courses and performs and promotes studies in texts like Upanishads and Gita very often. Spiritual and activities related with Hinduism are the practiced every day. The ashram runs a biggest charitable hospital from which hundreds of localities avail the facilities of free of charge medical services.

Located in the heart of the ancient town of Hrishikesh near Triveni Ghat on the banks of River Ganges, abiding in silence since centuries is an aesthetic “Bharat Mandir”. The temple was built by “Adiguru Shankara Charya”; a renowned saint who lived in the 12^th century. The internal chamber of the temple houses an idol of Lord Vishnu which is carved out of a single rock of “Saligram”; a rock that possess divine powers. The idol is sheltered from above by an awning of “Shree Yantra”. The temple also house several other old statues, coins, pots and other things of historical significance.

Nothing seems phenomenal as the “Ganga Aarti” of “Triveni Ghat”.  The ghat is a foremost place where pilgrims crowd to take a holy dip and a spectacular “Ganga Arati” is performed regularly in the dusk. Being a principle place for taking a holy dip in, the Ghat derives its name due to confluence of three rivers namely, Ganga, Yamuna & Sarawati.  The most enthralling and eye – catching event at the dusk being “Ganga Arati” scores of devotees throng the steps of ghat at the dusk for performing Arati. The priest and saints carry out the ritual, while the fiery orange fuelled with multiple hued golden flames transpire out of massive pure ghee lamp being rotated in the circular motions brightly lighting up the whole place. The Triveni Ghat then witnesses the illuminated statue of Lord Shiva amidst the river and Vedic chants fill the atmosphere in the praise of the river Ganges.  The bellowing conches and religious songs spiritually awaken the atmosphere with divinity blending in air mesmerizing one to the tunes of the songs sung in devotion. It is here at dusk, that scenario quenches one’s thirst for peace and the soul entwines into the feeling of oneness connecting itself with the universe. It is then when the whole cosmos conspires together to gift mankind the tranquility and inner joy beyond expression or one’s imagination. Later devotees float their respective leaf bowls filled with flowers and an oil lamp into the river. The reflection of lamps enamels the water with golden ripples. The radiance emitting out of the statue of Lord Shiva amidst the river soothes the tired souls and eyes follow the lamps till they disappear. The ceremony symbolizes a revival of hope, remembrance of the kind deeds of the river since ages and praying for the betterment of the mankind.

Hrishikesh is one of the holiest communes in India and every corner of the city is considered as sanctified one. The city possesses the magic of a casting spell to transform and balance the inward journey with an outward adventure. Dwelling on the laps of lower Himalayas, surrounded by untouched countryside with panoramic views, numerous village treks, jungle walks in rhododendron forests, with the banks of Ganges that is dotted with numerous ancient temples transforms the holy town into a heaven making one say “Come home to Hrishikesh”

Lone Avenge

It was a damp August morning and Annette argued with Fergus over his profession. All she wanted him to start off an enterprise, but he preferred to serve and wanted to avenge of Tai Luang’s death. He didn’t welcome her idea of starting a new enterprise being firm on his decision. She was angry and the rage took over her. All-encompassing, all-overwhelming, she stood beside a table and threw a punch at polished brass cube, she threw it as hard as she could, and it fell straight down, hitting the ground below with a clang and bent badly by a side. Fergus gave Annette a plain look and left slamming the door so hard that the name plate fell off from one side. The whole drama was witnessed by Ryan & Marianne, who waited for him in the corridor.

While driving Marianne gently asked “Why don’t you think about her ideas once”? “May be...” He interrupted “Marianne! It’s a matter of honor pride and more than that; avenging Luang’s death”. “Tai was my best friend and a great colleague as you folks are and so was his family”. “Did you’ll forget how brutally his wife and daughter were murdered?” “I’ll clean this case by getting this yellow fever out of United States and then will think of Annette’s proposal”. Ryan replied “Oh! That’s fine but you must consider quickly for Annette’s sake” Fergus smiled and replied “Chill people, It aint a real dirty job being an Assassin”. Marianne smirked “Oh! Really?” Fergus replied “Take control of your own destiny and release the warrior within, kill one to save a thousand and earn a million. That’s what the assassins do. Coz what matters is the Money you get after killing a criminal!”

 They drove towards the FBI office located at the Northwest 2nd Avenue. All the evidence against Yamakawa was gathered. Only thing left was to keep a close eye on Ayaka Yamakawa; the “Capo Bastone” of Yamakawa clan and Kaemon Matsui; Consigliere to the Yamakawas. Somehow these yellow japs were fortunate enough to get away from the radars of Drug Enforcement Agency. They smartly ran the whole business of illegal drugs and diamonds worth millions under the banner of being traders and importers of gold artifacts.  

It was early August and someone had tipped off anonymously that the next deal is about to be cracked by Kaemon soon. It was just before Sakito Yamakawa along with his enforcers & hit men planned to arrive in the United States. After accessing to the relevant information Fergus planned an itinerary for welcoming this yellow jap in his own style. Furtively the team patrolled the whole area of Yazuka Bahn; a club where most of the japs frequented. Nestled in the Mid Lane of NW 183rd Street, this joint was favored by most of the Asian and Latin American anti social elements. Kaemon planned to meet his clients and organized a meet for the next day at Yazuka Bahn. Fergus and his team mates had already done a thorough surveillance of the lane and planned an action game well in advance. While the whole process was on Ryan questioned Fergus “Don’t you think that we are just eliminating them instead of acquiring more evidence along with the CIA” Fergus answered “It doesn’t matter whether the evidence with CIA is enough to get these japs in a death row or not.  Most of the times when raids were conducted suspect blurted out Yamakawa’s name. So then at any cost, we must get these Japs dead, as it would be disgraceful to watch these decades’ old enemies of the Pearl Harbor laundering in the prisons of States”.

August, 19th it was a rainy night, pouring cats and dogs.       Miami shoreline appeared wild with an enraged sea th the wave hitting the shores. Ryan had positioned himself in a building opposite to the Yazuka Bahn. He was heavily armored with a FN Minimi SPW - Special Purpose Weapon and a M240 B; a heavy machine gun that gets one down in a fraction of a second. Marianne with two other combatants in the adjoining building was ready to blaze off the japs with M60E3 machine guns each and Squad Advanced Marksman Rifle; which is still in service ripping off the Iraqis in the war. Ryan transmitted a message to Fergus stating “Japs flipping off and having a smoke” in plain language it meant Kaemon is driving towards the venue but has halted unusually to take a look around. Fergus replied “Either game will be over or grave shall be dug” which meant “you take care of the place, and I’ll get the target (Kaemon) killed on the road or get him killed at the venue”.

On switching the ignition on the Dodge Challenger roared with an ultimate burn out on the US Highway 95. Every moment message was transmitted informing Fergus about Kaemon’s locations. Fergus drove straight into the superhighway at 80 mph zooming past the vehicles and the wide headlights of other cars kept getting smaller to smallest. The chase had begun to hunt down Kaemon. The speedometer constantly increased from 80 mph to 100 and zooming to 120mph. The SRT  HEMI V8 engine roared with much more power and sprinted from 0 to 60 mph in lest than 5 seconds benchmarking 100mph within 17 seconds. By the end of 18th seconds the car tore apart the wind giving a yardstick of 140 mph and the serotonin levels shot up in hot pursuit.

Fergus sped up driving from Route 95 and turned the sedan almost 180’ at an entry point of NW 103rd St with a loud screech. Nothing could stop him even for the bins those came in his way were dashed off flinging waste in the air at a height. When he cornered the car to turn in the E 49th Street which led to the Mid Lane of NW 183rd Street, few of Kaemon’s muggers nearby began firing abruptly. He stopped the car and reversed until it reached at a length and switched off the ignition. As these muggers slowly moved towards the sedan, he started the car ramming all of them who came across and the muscle machine mercilessly crushed them like mashed potatoes. As he reached the entry point Marianne transmitted a message “The cats are around. Relax" which meant “Before you go on a killing spree. Just be careful as the whole area is being covered by SWAT team.” He called her and questioned “Marianne! Who invited them here? Are they playing Tom & Jerry” to which she replied “Fergus, Kaemon has got a sufficient amount of drugs and ammunition consignment transferred in the club? Hence you can play the game. The SWAT is here to covers us”

Fergus hung up leaving the car behind a Hummer of SWAT team and sneaked into the lane. Just to avoid much of casualties, he transmitted a message to Ryan & Marianne to rip off all the suspects since could run out of Yazuka Bahn. While entering the bar a firm hand held him by the collar. Fergus quickly held the man by the wrist, twisting it until he heard a crack and gashed off the assailant’s throat with a knife. While slipping ahead a yellow butler stopped him. Turning back with a blank look Fergus instantaneously head butted the butler’s nose. Holding the butler by his neck he then knocked him on his nose. Shoving his head into a dustbin he banged a heavy aluminum beer gallon on the lid cracking butler’s skull. While the blood oozed out of the bin, he sensed someone was approaching towards. Quickly entering inside the switch room he turned off the electricity. There was a complete chaos. Ryan & Marianne had begun their game outside gunning down the criminals and setting a blood carpet for those who counter attacked.

Bending down Fergus peeped through a key hole. There were two gunmen who were approaching towards the meter room and were alarmed to see the corpse of a butler.  Hiding behind the door he stood still holding a rod like object that he found.  He held it high and left the door slightly open. As one of them peeped in, he kicked the door locking the man’s head in between and hit the object on his neck. There was a sudden thud as if something had fallen off. Fergus lit the lighter and learnt that what he had held was a Katana sword that sliced off the head of that gunman. It was such a perfect kill that the man leaned still in between with blood dripping down like engine oil leaking out of a hose.

Before the other guy realized Fergus held this dead piece of meat as a human shield and started shooting until his bullets tripped into gunman’s forehead. He then switched on the electricity and moved towards the door of a bar, with the sound of his steps bullets poured onto the door converting it into a grill. There was a sub machine gun lying near a corpse fallen at the door. Swiftly lifting it up Fergus barged into firing at and got down 3 hoodlums of Kaemon. Understanding the situation Kaemon ran and hid inside a suite room. Fergus followed him exchanging few rounds until Kaemon seemed to be disappeared. He then took cover behind a pillar and hit upon a crate of a dry ice. Putting the ice in a tin he threw it towards Kaemon.  Mistaking it as a gas bomb Kaemon leaned down to pick it and rounds of 9 mm bullets made their way into his right arm.

Losing not a millisecond Fergus jumped, kicking harder over Kaemon’s solar plexus and gifting a massive side kick almost breaking his jaws. Kaemon held the wall and supported himself as the gun fell off his numb fingers and clattered to the floor. He still managed to stand bending a bit. Gasping in pain he spoke in a breathless tone “if you were in Japan, you would have been dead”; Fergus replied “You aint in Japan so you’re surely dead”. He shoved a gun in his mouth and fired split opening the other end. Kaemon kneeled downwards before crumpling onto the carpet in a floundering heap and then, finally, went completely still. Ryan rushed in and held Fergus’s arm that profusely bled as a bullet had brushed across while assaulting. Ryan said “Fergus, the game is over!! Marianne won getting around 30 japs down”. Marianne followed in with a team of SWAT and asked Fergus suspiciously “Are you alright?” but looking at his arm, she yelled “Call the doc”. While he said “Chill, just gave Kaemon a bit of Sushi treat”.

That night Fergus didn’t bother to go home as the next day he had to get his targets in order to get the game completely over. Fagging off a cigarette Fergus asked Ryan and Marianne to be prepared for the next day. Considering what had happened last ight at Yazuka Bahn, they didn’t rule out the contingency of an assault, hence took the precautions dictated by the NYPD Scuba intelligence and SWAT Team. Sakito Yamakawa had changed his plans and called for a meeting in his warehouse itself at 2401 SW 31st Pl, Coleridge Beach. The ware house was once again covered by SWAT and Special Enforcement Team. The chiefs of both the teams had positioned their troops in a way that no criminal would evade away from bullets.

Fergus reached the place from where the teams kept a close eye on Yanakawa’s hitmen. Stealthily driving towards the rear exit of warehouse, he transmitted a message to open fire. Marianne had already positioned herself with two combatants on top of the warehouse. He then drove the hummer as fast as he could and rammed into the rear exit of warehouse killing Yamakawa’s enforcers down his vehicle. SWAT and Special Enforcement Agency began their action and were mercilessly gunning down Yamakawa’s dogs outside. Machineguns fired from fortified emplacements on warehouse through multiple points. There was a complete chaos of heavy guns and Squad Automatic Marking Guns. A security cordon made up of NVG-equipped troops manning squad automatic weapons barred a gang of Yamakawa by entering the warehouse. Most of Yamakawa’s gunmen were dead and couples of combatants of SWAT and SEA were severely injured too.  Amidst the lines of fire Fergus made it to the meeting room where Sakito Yamakawa and his 3 trusted enforcers were holed up. Marianne reached to the 1st level gunning all possible criminals and in the process one of her combatants was severely injured. She made the injured combatant lie at a place and asked the other one to get him out of the warehouse.  Abruptly firing at the meeting room she provoked Yamakawa’s men to fire back, which probably can make them run out of their ammunition. One of the men jumped out, but she got her target, blazing up him down to death. Fergus asked her to cover herself behind an adjoining pillar aside the meeting room door. Slightly, the door opened and one of Sakito’s aides’ came out, leaving no time Fergus jumped crashing the glass pane, gunning down Sakito’s last hitman and the other one who stood at the door was taken by a sniper’s bullet.

Sakito quickly held a sword trying to attack Fergus. Gently sloping over the couch Fergus leaped towards a sword stand making it fall on the ground. He then held a Katana Sword and the sport of fencing began. To every attack of Sakito, Fergus assaulted him badly. At a point Fergus lost control and fell on his back. Sakito tried to plunge the sword in Fergus’s face but the kick on Sakito’s knee was so hard that he sank down into half crouches, gasping in pain. As Fergus was getting up Sakito got a pistol from his boots and fired at him. Fergus's shoulder was injured but he instantly moved the sword upwards slicing Sakito’s gun held a hand apart which flung in the air. He howled in pain and sat back heavily breathing and said “You don’t know what can be the consequences, you will have to pay for” to which when Fergus replied “I don’t care for consequences but yes! Your limbs will pay for that” and sliced off another hand splashing motor oil onto Sakito’s face. He lied down yelling like a terrorized inmate of Nazi's prisons. Fergus angrily questioned him “do you know Tai Luang, his wife and his innocent daughter?”, “Do you remember how your men beheaded the family after gunning down Tai?” There was no answer but yell of pain. Fergus knew there was no point in questioning. He squeezed the sword in his neck pulling downwards till it found its way out. Losing the balance he fell on the table; meanwhile he saw Ayaka Sakito’s daughter running towards her father’s corpse. He somehow managed to turn, and before he could assault her, she came over and squeezed a gun below his chin. As she was about to pull the trigger, Fergus squeezed the sword in her throat and at the same moment bullet made its way through his chin making a blackout. By that time cops had arrived outside with more combatants and Medical assistance was provided on a high priority to the officers who were injured. Fergus too was airlifted and shifted to the Jackson Memorial Hospital where his condition was declared quite critical.

A white flashlight struck his retina forcing Fergus to close his eyes. Suddenly, a nurse looked at him with a surprise and briskly moved out calling a team doctor.  One of the doctors approached him and whispered in his ears “Do you know? You have been lying here past 20 years.” and laughed, gently assisting him to get up. Fergus remembered everything until Ayaka shot him. Doctors told him that he had been lying down here in the coma for the past two years.  Surgeons who operated stated that it was a miracle that he survived and came off the coma too. Fergus learned that he was shot below the chin and the bullet passed through getting stuck at Sphenoid bone. A doctor stated that in such a case the patient either dies or is in a comatose state for the rest of life. They had conducted an operation to get off the bullet which longed for 7 hours and saved his life, by then he had drifted in the coma. He realized that he had been in this critical care room of the Hospital for past 2 years being a living dead.

It was sunny morning, the sun kissed skyscrapers and glass buildings shined marvelously converting the town into a lustrous chunk of metal and glass compositions. The pages of the calendar fluttered stating August 2009. It was an exact two year before when Fergus was on a death ride post gunning down Sakito Yamakawa and his men. The next day a nurse came in smiling and whispered “Someone one has come to see you”. Though he didn’t expect anyone to visit him but someone expected him to be in a better state. The door slowly opened and Marianne appeared along with Ryan. They came closer and stood, he could see the joy in Ryan’s gentle smile and an overwhelmed Marianne with sparkling eyes. She greeted him with a pat “Happy Birthday, Good to see you back. Mr. Assassin” and he reciprocated back at them with a smile. A doctor entered in with a nurse stating that Fergus was doing fine and could go home too. As he was moving out of the hospital a surgeon identified him and greeted stating “Good Luck, Mr. Carter. It’s a commencement of your new life today, All the best to you and for your future endeavors”.  Walking past the lobby with Marianne and Ryan, once again the bustling life of Miami and the movement of traffic held his attention until they drove towards North Miami Beach, Miami – Dade. Watching the city’s existence were a new experience but curiosity aroused about a hollow life that waited to greet him at Browns Apartments.

Fergus insisted Ryan & Marianne to make a move as he wanted to go home on his own. He got in the lift and went on upstairs. When he reached, he learnt few things were changed on the 9th floor. The neighbor’s name wasn’t the same. The mischievous kid disappeared who always pressed other’s door bell and his name was written on the main door instead of the name plate. Warily inserting the keys, he opened the door. He found the house was in a state that he left it on a damp morning of August. It was so intact the newspaper that fluttered as the breeze swirled around dated back to August 19th 2007. The dented brass cube lied at the same spot as it lied two years before but surprisingly the name plate lied on the coffee table near the balcony. He noticed that there lied a note since a year which read “I am heading to George’s house as things have reached beyond to deal with. If at all you wish to help me, please sign the papers kept besides, Annette”.  A file lied beside the note; he opened it and learned the fact that they were divorce papers. Fergus called on Annette’s cell phone, but she didn’t answer the call. It was 4:30 in the evening. He was sipping a coffee with a smoke the mobile phone rang with Annette’s name flashing over it. He instantly answered the call but there was no surprise or warmth of care in her voice anymore, but an unexpected exclamation, as if she had accepted Fergus’s death and didn’t anticipate him to be alive.  She stated that she would be coming over by 6:00 PM to take the file and probably to spend a bit of her time.

Multiple hues had colored and shaded the Miami skies adoring it with tequila sunset on the horizon. Cool breeze flirted around the curtains playing in an out. Fergus lighted another one and stood watching the sun kissed horizons with stars shimmering from the east. The door bell rang and it was Annette at the door. She was still the same, blonde hair, deep blue eyes except the fact she had put on a bit. She silently entered in looking at him or rather thinking about the chances of his survival. He offered her a coffee, but she denied and instead asked for the file which she had mentioned in her note.  He brought over the file and asked her “Are sure about it? or.” Before He completed his sentence, she interrupted saying “I need to go by my decisions Fergus. And I don’t think I need to give it a second thought”. To which he replied “Well! Since you’ve planned for it; So I wish you all the best. Have a wonderful future ahead” He opened the file signed wherever needed and handed over it to her. She briskly took it giving a quick glance and closed the file. As he stood and strolled towards the balcony she rose and said “Fergus, I am leaving. Goodbye” he turned back and wished her. It was the last time their eyes met as strangers, and she left closing the door slowly as if one turns over the page after a chapter is over.

Fergus stood all alone overlooking the shoreline and the waves dashing against the jetty. Everything seemed to be over or rather a new chapter of life began of being on his own, precisely alone.