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The
aqua treasures of Sikkim
Once
you have left Gangtok, you start climbing from the
relatively low height of 6,000 feet to almost 14,000
feet. The air you breathe changes, the vegetation changes
and you start feeling like the Pandavs climbing up to
heaven, says Nimrat Duggal Khandpur
HIGH up in the mountains of eastern
Sikkim are two lakes, separated as the crow flies by less
than a kilometre, with a quaint legend attached to them
the Mei Mei Chho and the Bidang Chho. The names
mean the "lake of the demoness" and the
"lake of the cow-yaks", respectively. Both
these lakes are the sources of two major rivers, the
Rangpo Chu from the Mei Mei Chho and the Di Chu from the
Bidang Chho, which is also known as the Jal Dhaka river.
The Bidang Chho, one of the largest
lakes in Sikkim is situated at the edge of the Kupup
valley through which the old trade route between Lhasa
and Kalimpong passed. With the steep Di Chu valley on one
side, it is hemmed in by mountains on two other sides,
with Kupup village on the fourth. The Di Chu river goes
on to supply electricity to most of Bhutan. Though
surrounded by bare mountains, the Bidang Chho is very
beautiful in the monsoons when the area surrounding it
blooms into flowers. Around mid-May, slopes falling into
the lake are covered with red, pink and white
rhododendrons.
So if you like mountains
and lakes and, more specifically, mountain lakes, you
should skip the Nainital, Naukuchiatal, Bhimtal etc
circuit for the high altitude lakes. Although you have to
make a definite effort to reach them, especially since
some of them are in restricted areas, it is worth it,
because their very inaccessibility contributes to their
beauty. Armed with permission from the office of the
Director-General of Police or the Home Department, the
Government of Sikkim in Gangtok, hire a vehicle,
definitely one with a four-wheel drive, and start moving
into east Sikkim on the famous Jawaharlal Nehru Marg
(JNM). Make sure you start very early since you have to
definitely be back in Gangtok before nightfall. If you
get stuck, and have to stay overnight, at an altitude
greater than 9000 feet without proper acclimatisation, it
could cause distress at the least and death in the worst
case.
Once you have left
Gangtok, you start climbing from the relatively low
height of 6,000 feet to almost 14,000 feet. The air you
breathe changes, the vegetation changes and you start
feeling like the Pandavs climbing upto heaven. If you are
an early bird and lucky, you will catch a glimpse of the
majestic Kanchenjunga range at Kyangnosala, nursing a hot
cup of coffee from the stall run by the Army for
travellers, trying to decide between hot samosas or
vada-dosa. This is a good time to put on heavier, warmer
clothing because its going to get really cold from now
on.
From Kyangnosala, the
drive is more exciting, with the road winding through
forest. If you look out for it, you will see a quaint
temple with lovely rhododendron bushes growing around it
right next to a tiny bridge over a mountain stream
rushing over rocks. This bridge has a very interesting
name. It is called the anda or the "egg"
bridge by Army men because high altitude starts after
this bridge is crossed, which means additional allowance
of eggs to keep up the strength of our soldiers!
For the very adventurous,
a trip in winter provides a different kind of thrill,
provided the roads are clear and you can make it to
Tssango walking on ice. The lake freezes solid
enough to walk on. But one unfortunate young man decided
to drive on the frozen lake. The story goes that the son
of the Chogyal, the erstwhile ruler of Sikkim, drove onto
the lake in a jeep, accompanied by his fiancee, in deep
winter. The lake was frozen solid but the ice was thin in
places. Just as the jeep drove over a thin area, the ice
sheet opened long enough for the jeep to be swallowed by
the lake and then closed again. The bodies of the young
couple were never found; presumably, they had been eaten
up by the numerous trout that are found in the lake.
For the less adventurous,
there is a path leading half-way around the lake. And if
you want to claim to have trekked at a high altitude,
there is a path leading up to a low peak behind the
stalls. Just go slow and keep breathing deeply
oxygen is at a premium at this height.
Exisiting Natu La, you will pass flat
meadows patterned with narrow streams making their way
across them towards the head of the deep valleys where
they converge into a long, thin, endless waterfall. In
the distance you will see mountain peaks crowned with
forests. The air will become more chilly and pure, almost
like opening a super-cool fridge on a hot summer day. As
the road winds along from one valley to another, you will
suddenly find yourself driving in a semi-circle around an
almost round lake. If you are lucky and the flowers are
blooming, the lake will be surrounded by bright yellow
flowers growing practically into the lake. This lake has,
in my opinion, a most mundane name it is called
the Manju lake.
As you drive on, the area
around you becomes more pristine, with solid rocks
replacing trees but broken by meadows and slopes covered
with rhododendrons. The only signs of civilisation you
come across the the Army establishments strewn over
Sikkim and the villages created by the civilians who work
in them. You will also find occasional tents set up by
the yak herders in meadows.
Finally, almost four hours
out of Gangtok, you will take a bend and find yourself
looking at an awesome waterfall, the Nam Nang Chu, which
flows into the Mei Mei Chho. Even if you have not made
the trip after the monsoons, the sight of even the
reduced quantity of water flowing almost vertically
through giant rocks and rhododendron bushes and beautiful
clumps of pink and yellow flowers is breathtaking. Just
as you are getting used to the sight of the Nam Nang Chu,
you take another bend and see the shrine of Harbhajan
Baba, a soldier who died in this area and is supposed to
have guided many a soldier in times of stress, both by
appearing as an apparition and in dreams. The shrine
itself is just a rough structure of tin and wood but it
is surrounded by flags, carrying Om, Ek Om Kar and
an occasional cross, waving vigorously in the strong
wind. The path to the shrine is bordered by rows of bells
of all shapes and sizes hung by greateful devotees. The
shrine itself is simple with a photograph of Baba and his
personal effects but is crowded with gifts left by
devotees and bottles placed by people wishing to carry
home water blessed by Baba.
To the
left of the shrine is a rough track going down to Mei Mei
Chho. The drive is beautiful but very bumpy and can be
negotiated only by a vehicle with a four-wheel drive. You
will drive through dense woods, over tiny bridges across
streams flowing fast down the sides of the steep valley.
When you reach the end of the motorable road, you have to
walk for about 20 minutes, past the offices of the Forest
Department and a trout farm run by the Sikkim government.
The woods get denser and you find yourself walking along
a clear stream, sparkling over amber, green and red
pebbles. A charming wooden bridge invites you take a
detour to lean over and watch the water dance its way to
join the lake. This is the Jelep Chu, a stream which
originates from the Jelep La, the "easy, level
pass" into Tibet. The stream starts widening as you
approach the lake, forming a miniature delta. And this is
when you catch the first glimpse of the Mei Mei Chho,
hemmed in by woods on all sides, looking like the
archetypal bewitched lake. As you move towards the lake,
you come across a tiny Nepalese Devi mandir with prayer
flags strung across it.
Once you have gone around
the lake, you can picnic in a lovely gazebo built next to
the mandir. But please take care not to litter the place.
Even if you think you have carefully camouflaged your
paper plates and packets of chips, they might just show
up when the water level changes.
Like the Bidang Chho, the
Mei Mei Chho freezes in winter and is completely
inaccessible by road. The only way you can see it in
winter is to tramp down through the snow on the road. But
remember, you have to come up, too! Finding it difficult
to associate a wishing lake with a demoness, I started
asking around to try and learn the actual story. Finally,
I located two old men who told me the tale of Bidang Chho
and Mei Mei Chho the former headman and the
pujari of the Buddhist temple of Gnathang, probably
one of the oldest settlements in east Sikkim.
According to the legend,
Bidang Chho was male and Mei Mei Chho was female when
they were formed. They were created next to each other in
Kupup valley and were deeply in love with each other.
Until, one day, Mei Mei Chho looked up and saw this
magnificent mountain peak just behind the mountains
enclosing them. She fell desperately in love with the
mountain, which houses the historic Jelep La pass through
which the Young Husband expedition made its way into
Tibet in 1905. When Bidang Chho discovered Mei Mei
Chhos infidelity, he went into a terrible rage and
thrust her aside violently. The force of his rejection
was so great that Mei Mei Chho sank into a deep valley.
My informants told me the rocks of the place where the
earth gave way to Bidang Chhos fury are red, as a
result of being stained with her blood. Unfortunately, by
the time I heard this story, it had snowed heavily and I
never could see the red rocks for myself. My
dissatisfaction at the name assigned to the Mei Mei Chho
did not detract from the magical beauty of the lakes, one
lying in a large, open valley, basking in the sun, and
the other enclosed by heavily forested slopes, with
sunlight touching it late in the day and only for a short
while.
This
fortnightly feature was published on December 20, 1998
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