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Land of the thunderbolt
THE conventional image is passe', dated. It's come a long way
from the dark days of the Gorkhaland agitation. We met Mathew
T.K. (or was it B.K. or E.K?) from Alleppey, in an STD booth
below our historic old Windamere Hotel. "I've come on a holiday,"
he said, "and I am enjoying here; simply enjoying!"
It is a long way from the canal-threaded town of the Nehru Trophy
Boat Race to the Place of the Thunderbolt, but we agreed with
Mathew. It is easy to enjoy Dorjee-ling, the Thunderbolt Place;
or, as the Brits renamed it, Darjeeling.
To start with, Darjeeling has all the chaotic friendliness of a
Himalayan village, a bustee, growing into a capital. The first,
shanty-town impression is relieved by the profusion of blooms
burgeoning in front of the huts, the brightly smiling faces of
the people sitting on their doorsteps, the zest of little boys
pushing skate-boards along the rails of the Darjeeling Himalayan
Railway which winds through town, and the vitality of jeep taxis
haring down the steep roads with cheerful frenzy.
We tumbled out of bed at three in the morning and boarded one of
these jouncing jalopies, roared in a convoy winking its tail
lights in the mist as it tore up to legendary Tiger Hill. In the
pre-dawn glow, the viewing terraces teemed with tourists, girls
in jeans sold hot coffee, young men in windcheaters peddled
picture-postcards of Kanchengunja just in case the banks of mist
decided to linger on. They did, on and on and on, and then, like
a massive beast, the crowd exhaled a vast, collective, sigh. For
21 heart-stopping seconds this holy mountain appeared above the
clouds, the white face of divinity shining in the heavens.
We returned, and, after a substantial English breakfast -
everything is both genteel and fortifying in the Windamere - we
boarded the, affectionately called, "Toy Train" and chuffed and
puffed on a joy ride behind a 108-year-old, coal-fired engine. It
had been saved by the redoubtable Subash Ghisingh and has now
been recognised as part of World Heritage.
The little train still has a man sprinkling traction-enhancing
sand on its tracks as it ascends its steeper gradients like the
famed Batasia Loop. Today, the Loop has been beautifully
landscaped into a garden flaming with flowers centered around an
obelisk rising in front of a statue of Gorkha soldier. Encircling
the garden are trees planted in memory of other Gorkhas who died
in uniform on the far battlefields of India. Appropriately, the
Loop is manned by ex-servicemen.
The "joy ride" turns around at Ghum. We left the train to visit
the Yiga Choling Monastery. Here, an idol of the future Buddha,
Lord Maitreya, has been installed. Reputedly established by a
Mongolian lama, Sharap Gyatsho, in 1850, the image has strikingly
blue eyes and radiates compassion. There are many lamaistic
monasteries in and around Darjeeling and, on the way back from
Ghum, we stopped on the road and climbed down a flight of steps
to the Samten Choling Monastery dedicated to the Sakyamuni Buddha
who had been born in Lumbini. Interestingly, the tall stupa
rising near it has been built to commemorate the foreign Buddhist
scholar Lama Anagarika Govinda.
Though the monasteries of Darjeeling, with their bright facades
and fluttering prayer banners, are resplendent, there is an
equally eye-catching, flag-festooned, temple of Mahakal on
Observatory Hill. He is the embodiment of the power of Lord
Shiva. There is also a Buddhist shrine just below this revered
temple.
We have often wondered why the lion has been chosen as the
vehicle of the Shakti of Lord Shiva. In the Himalayas, a snow
leopard would have seemed more appropriate. Perhaps the
endangered feline was too rare to serve as a mount of this
popular goddess. We walked down a mossy path, through a damp
forest, to visit the Snow Leopard Breeding programme. These are
magnificent animals with their dark rosettes standing out against
their pale cream fur. One of them was pregnant and had a touch of
morning sickness, so, clearly, a happy event was due.
In the trees, nearby, other endangered animals relaxed. A pair of
Himalayan Red Pandas draped their russet bodies indolently over
the branches of trees, almost hidden in the dense foliage.
We also visited two other interesting institutions nearby, the
Zoo, specialising in Himalayan animals like bears, and wild goats
with vertical pupils in their eyes; and the Himalayan
Mountaineering Institute (HMI). We should really have budgeted at
least half a day for each, but, sadly we could not. The HMI has a
fascinating museum devoted to the mountains and the men who
"conquered" them: though "climbed" is really a better word. When
an ant clambers up a human leg, surely the human has not been
conquered?
Out of Darjeeling then, we drove past disciplined, sponge-green,
hillsides covered in tea and dotted with the beetle-bright specks
of tea pluckers. Tea and tourism are Darjeeling's major
industries and there are two unusual, landscaped, tourist
facilities developed, fairly recently, by the Darjeeling Gorkha
Hill Council (DGHC). The so-called Rock Garden is not one in the
conventional sense. It is a multi-level picnic ground terraced
around a natural waterfall. Its attraction is it in being a sort
of road-side facility but with a little too much concrete.
Further away, however, is the delightfully natural, rather Japan-
easy ... to coin a term ... Ganga Maya Park. Named after an
innocent victim of police firing during the Gorkhaland agitation,
it meanders down the course of a chortling mountain stream, past
gazebos, clumps of flowering shrubs and trees, over humped backed
bridges under which koi-carp coruscate, and into a circular lake
with paddle boats and a waterfall.
Clearly, Darjeeling, the old Raj-era hillstation, has been reborn
and is being nurtured with tender, loving, care.
HUGH and COLLEEN GANTZER
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Quick facts
Getting there:
Air: Bagdogra Airport - 90 km.
Rail: Siliguri - 80 km; New Jalpaiguri (NJG) - 88 km. Darjeeling
Railway Station served by the Darjeeling Himalayan Railway -
First class from NJG - First class Rs. 202; Second - Rs. 22
Tourist Train ride - Darjeeling to Ghum and back, Rs. 200.
Road: Buses and taxis from the rail heads and taxis from the
airport.
Altitude: 2,134 m.
Season: March to mid-June and September to December.
Clothes: Summer - light woollens; winter - heavy woollens.
Accommodation: Windamere Hotel - Heritage, Observatory Hill, Tel:
54041, Fax: 54043. Single - $80; Double - $110 Current conversion
of dollar tariff - all meals.
Hotel New Elgin, 18, H.D. Lama Road, Tel: 54114, Fax: 54267.
Double Rs. 3,100 to Rs. 3,500, inclusive of all meals.
Darjeeling Tourist Lodge, West Bengal Tourism Development
Corporation (WBTDC), Bhanu Sarani, Tel: 54411. Double - Rs. 1,600
to Rs. 2,400, inclusive of breakfast and dinner.
Maple Tourist Lodge, DGHC Tourist Department, Kutchery Road, Tel:
52813. Double Rs. 913 to Rs. 1,092, inclusive of breakfast and
dinner.
Hotel Choice, 18, Chowrasta Road, Tel: 54325. Double Rs. 500 to
Rs. 650 inclusive of all meals.
Coach tours of DGHC: (a) Tiger Hill including Samten Choling
Monastery and Batasia Loop and War Memorial - 4 a.m. to 7-30 a.m.
- Rs. 50 per head.
(b) Tour of seven places - Rs. 50 per head.
(c) Tour of Rock Garden and Ganga Maya Park - Rs. 100 per head.
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