Couldn’t believe I was on it.. the trip of a lifetime…..the trip that will transform us from boyszzzz to men…. Me Abu and Viru went on to do what no man at least from Chandigarh and Gurgaon has done before.
We were on a rafting expedition on Zaskar the highest raftable river in the world. we are up against Ice cold water, killer whirlpools and grade 5 rapids.We would have to shit In the great wide open amongst bumble bees , thorns and sheep and hunt for dinner…..
We thought we will leave behind a legacy….The Singh , Sinh and Punj clan would be proud of us and our bravery. We would be worshiped for our courage by the next 7 generations …… well in addition to the above reasons we really needed a chuti………so we were on it….
Three of us were thrilled but a little worried as none of us had ever shat in open grounds.
We landed at about 9 Am at arguably the highest civilian airstrip in the world with our balls in our mouth thanks to Air Deccan and sada pilot…who was acting more like a Qutab Minar guide…giving gyan about Himalayas and how the sun rises from the crack of his ass…
Mani was on it and just seeing him was believing that all is under control well that’s just him….on agenda today was to eat, sleep, eat again and sleep again….peace of cake for us considering this is what we do most of the time…......Met some interesting people and felt like shit after hearing that those guys had just scaled Mt Everest and are on this expedition to scale one of the virgin peaks in eastern Karakorum.
The next trip is for sure Mt Everest …considering there is a ladder at Mt Everest now…dude our mama and papas can do it now….well we are just looking for sponsors … any one knows any one in Carlsberg …chilled beer is in short supply in upper Himalayas….for sure.
Next day was rather low key except for the food which always is a highlight any ways….we got enlightened with our visit to three monasteries…we are still figuring out why the hell these guys went so high in search of god ....well as far as us three are concerned we attained nirvana and concluded that god existed in banana honey pancakes and the banofi pie amongst extremely good looking French , Italian and british women in Leh cafes….
The real journey started on the 3rd day when we boarded our bus to Kargil….and just before we could get our of Leh the magic pill I had un-constipated my constipation….and I had to run for cover…..and with every passing moment thanked the inventor of toilet paper and the bus behind which I took cover.
We traveled through landscape dry and arid beyond expectation….our thirst for chilled beer just growing with every passing mile….and then we were there at the Lamaruyu monastery one of the oldest ,,,could fall any day for sure in the world….the signboard read smoking , drinking and sex strictly prohibited….well you can cut the last and the first for sure but beer ooooooooo we needed it for survival ,…and walla we did thanks to Mutup our local Ladakhi henchman and river guide … jugad for sure works in the land of lama.
Kargil was unlike most of us picturised it , calm , pristine next to the river with no view of the tiger hill…..we went out in search of some Biryani , Wazwan and a Photostat shop and came back with a few kit Kat which felt like Mississippi mud pie…that night…
Me and Abu were the last to board the bus thanks to Abu’s tryst with the shit- pot and his will to shit well…..the only board were we could get our self clicked was the Kargil taxi union board which will stand testimony to the fact that the boyz have conquered the hearts of pretty Kargil chicks….well at least we want to believe so…
We were on the last leg of our journey to our base camp at phey and the action had just begun with the NUN and KUN in full glory….though we couldn’t make out which ones NUN and which one’s Kun and it doesn’t really matter after all ….had our lunch at Rangdum which is a small village (read 4 huts) with a breeze hitting us at blistering speed (could have taken our chadis off). Soon we drove up to 16000 ft and crossed over in to the Zanskar valley and saw what was the mother of all views….the Zanskar glacier the origin of the Zanskar river ( the same one we would be rafting on for the next few days ) …it was scary , mysterious monstrous ….and inviting,,,,,,( only for those who have signed their wills and have had enough sex)
like I said the journey had just begun…
To be continued……..
2 comments:
The coldest desert u make it sound more lyk a phantasmagoria of landscapes . awesome place no doubt got to b there for real to understand wat the place is bout.closer to GOd probably coz dey generally belive that he lives up there in the skies n damn rite u sure get the feeling of being so up there wen the O2 level drops n along wit that so do we...well almost....the shitting thing can b quite a hassel thats where u shud thank ur lucky stars that u hav that extra "y" instead of the "x"....ps: n wazwan is on me d next tym.
ur writing has improved.......long way to go.i guess u ready fr drafting ur first novel
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