As a child, reading about the mountains in books or watching someone standing in the snow
on TV, I used to wonder whether it would be
comfortable up there, going by the whitey white look & smiling faces of
those people. But little I knew that such climates are far from luxury. Rather, we should feel blessed to be living in a
city like Delhi where every season is moderate or even if it is not, we have all the facilities that provide protection against extremities in the weather. Having said that, normal life gets boring and
we have to face such situations once in a while to feel alive, to find
ourselves at least once in the most ancient of human conditions.
Here I was,
standing in the middle of a storm looking at six camps in front of me, two of
which were giving way to the wind with speeds comparable only to the bowling
speeds of fastest bowlers in the world.
We had just returned from our attempt to climb Nag Tibba Summit.
Everyone had settled inside their camps.
Moving Towards the Summit |
I &
Rupendra were sitting in the kitchen hut which was around 50 steps away from
camps on an uphill slope. The weather
was not on our side since the beginning of this journey. Weather forecast had
changed from “mostly sunny” to “Thunderstorm & light shower”. Till now it was drizzling at its best but soon the weather was
taking a twist & within a matter of seconds, the valley was filled with
clouds. And then it began! At first, the raindrops partially turned into a white
fluffy material. Subsequently, the proportion of white substance went on increasing
till the entire vision was filled with a
layer of white snow. Through this layer, we could see our camps in a blurred
vision. Frankly, the snowfall was not a problem, but the winds were. As the wind
started blowing, the vision became even more blurred. Then someone from the
kitchen staff shouted “chai ban gayi!”. Now the question was “chai to ban gayi
!! lekin kiske liye ?” Everyone was inside the camps, except me & Rupendra
and we were not in the mood to have all of it. Tea was rather a secondary
thing to worry about. We could have prepared it again. What was bothering us more was the fact that two of our camps were giving way to snowfall & wind. During a
snowfall, it is advisable to keep shaking your camps from inside so
that snow doesn’t pile up about your tent. But as it all happened in a matter
of seconds, there was no time to pass this instruction to inhabitants of the
camps, for most of whom it was a first experience of this kind. It was too late for two camps that had started
leaning to one side because of weight of snow piling onto them & continuous
blow from the winds. I asked the kitchen
staff to carry out a heroic stunt. They instantly got ready without a single
thought. The two jobs that they were supposed to do were : upright the two
camps which had leaned to one side & distribute tea to everyone inside
the camps. It was a team of two. They wore
whatever waterproof clothes they could put their hands on & one of them took an
umbrella also. They ran towards the camps shouting out loud , I don’t know
what. When they reached to the camps, the umbrella went upside down . But they
did their job pretty well. They distributed the tea to everyone inside &
also fixed the camps in the best way possible in that situation. While
coming back, they passed on the instruction to everybody to keep shaking their camps every few
seconds. They were also shouting something which was unusual. “Hamari Photo
kheencho!!” . Seeing their plight, this request even Yamraj couldn't have
denied. Rupendra took out his SLR & clicked a shot of our two heroes.
Inside kitchen hut |
Our heroes doing their job |
After a few
hours the storm subsided & winds stopped. Everyone came out of the camps. We lighted bonfire & started our evening session. Life became normal for sometime .
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