Saturday, July 28, 2012

Living My Dream @ Mughal Route – From Rajauri to Srinagar…




This is the Ancient route to Srinagar the Mughals took to reach from Rajauri and Jammu, This is not a very common route among travelers to reach Srinagar. The National Highway is the one which takes most of the traffic.

Despite that we were cautioned not to take this route, as this route is not well made and also it is a very secluded route for travelers like us, we still thought and decided to take the route and took chance – honestly we thought we will drive to the place we can and in case we are not able to take the drive further we will return back and take the common route Jammu to Srinagar, which has lost its beauty and the commercial establishments have taken over.

But trust me friends although it was a difficult part, with ditches and pot holes, and road in totally bad bad condition but it was worth it. The nature and surroundings are still very raw and for person who likes nature and is not scared of the potholes, this is a must do!

This is the same route which many nomads who survive on the breeding of sheeps, goats, mules take to reach the high areas in Kashmir, where their live stocks can get some feed. The Bakarwals travel all along with the live stocks, stuff for their day to day needs and their families at times to reach the high altitude where the grass is still green for their stock. When we spoke to some of them on our way, we were surprised to know that some of them take a journey of several hundreds of kilometers for the task and they travel not for days but for months to reach their destination.

This is the route which is still untouched and you will not get many dhabas, hotels, and clutters, the nature is still at its best and you get to see snow peaks, but now they have started working on the road and the government plans to re route some of the traffic from the Jammu Srinagar highway to this route in the next year or so...

If you ever plan to go to Srinagar by your own car, try this route, despite that your car will suffer a lot with you but still you will not regret. Make sure that you carry enough of spares and the knowledge to use them on your own if something goes wrong, as you will not find any help there.

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Monday, July 23, 2012

Living My Dream @ Chingus Fort, Rajauri…

Chingus in Persian language means intestines, it is said that the emperor Jahangir, died enroute to Delhi from Kashmir in October 1627 AD.

At that time the empress Noor Jahan who was accompanying Jahangir, buried the intestine and other abdominal parts of Jahangir at this fort which at that time was used as transit camp by the emperor, this helped them protect his body from decay and the dead body of Jahangir was put on the elephant in seated position and this was done in order to avoid the war of succession.


This fort is made in two parts, the residential complex and the open courtyard, this place was declared State Protected Monument in 1984 by the Jammu & Kashmir Government, currently the Archeological department of J & K is looking after the complex and it is said for some time this place was also used by army as temporary station. The restoration work done is pathetic and they have ruined the architecture of Mughals, all you get to see is the structure, except for one corner of it which still retains its originality.

Here is the picture of the part which still retains its originality, take a look…


Just below and adjacent to the fort is the river and a new shelter has been built at the bank and that is used by many to spend some time and enjoy the river and the blue skies.


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Sunday, July 22, 2012

Living My Dream @ Daral Fort, Lam Village…

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Next morning we decided to explore the last village between India and Pakistan we were told about at Pir Bhadreshwar…

Next day we thought of exploring some more areas, which took us to the last village of India - LAM, at the border of Pakistan. We met some really big hearts, the people are very courteous and they insisted that we stay back for night and enjoy the night as well, but as we had other commitments so we could not stay back, but they made tea for us, and also offered a bangle as memento of love, affection to Ayesha.


They are real people of mettle, they not only survive the harsh conditions and very low income source, and their children do not have the adequate sources for studies, only schools up to primary or Secondary level, the nearest school for higher secondary available is twenty kilometers away, and most of the kids don’t even get to reach there, specially the females.

The information of any vacancies of government recruiting the less educated or from backward classes doesn’t even reach them, even if the information is available they have to get all kinds of certificates from the Sarpanch of village which again is a big problem for them, as they have to either serve the high class or grease the palms of the middlemen to get there, which again is no guarantee will work.

Electricity is so scarce there that they get it only for couple of hours in a day. Some kids even have to walk couple of miles up and down hill every day to reach their schools, we got to know of a child who walked some two miles a day to board the bus to reach a higher secondary school which is located at Nawshera, approximately twenty kilometers, and still managed to score in seventies.

The politicians visit this place only once in every five years only to get the votes from these people and once elected, they never show up, was the statement of one of the villager there.

Another villager gave a recorded statement that they desperately need a higher secondary school for their kids. He also said only medical help available is from the Army, and they do not have any hospital in vicinity, so that is another thing they need, they have to call for an ambulance from as far as Nawshera, if someone falls sick and is to be hospitalized. They even have to carry the person downhill if the sick is not in condition to walk on own.

Further down on our way back from LAM, we visited the Shahidon Ka Gurudwara, this Gurudwara was established in memory of the martyr who laid their lives for the country. Every year on 28th October, they organize a fest to remember the braves. Even the Army personnel posted around in the area come to attend the day.

Just next to the Gurudwara after taking a walk of fifteen minutes you reach Hill Top and encounter the picturesque view of the Daral Fort - the fort which played an important part in the history of Indian independence and the war against Pakistan, but is in ruins today.

There are no takers for this Fort, the local administration is not taking care of the Fort because it is a piece of History and the Archeological department is sleeping over it, despite the efforts of the local sarpanch to get it declared as the ancient monuments are not getting any results.

We were told that they have got the surveys done but no concrete plan has emerged out of those surveys, people visited and did costing to set the road to the Fort and to bring the fort back to its glory but to no use, all are sleeping.

I seriously wonder why we as humans sleep over an issue till it is the question of life and death, now will we have to get some top notch politician or will the Honorable Supreme Court have to intervene to retrieve the cleanliness, the lost Glory and the due share of honor to the braves.

We also had the opportunity and honor to meet one of the living legends of the wars of 1947-48, the war against Pakistan. This soldier is a lady and her name is Sardarni Pritam Kaur, they were in that Fort to save guard themselves and they dressed themselves in the uniform of men to deceive the Pakistani intruders and saving their respect and dignity. They fought with anything they could lay their hands on, they pelted stones on those who tried to invade the Daral Fort where these ladies were taking refuge.

She was just married for a year when her husband the brave Sardar Pritam Singh passed away, and she could only stay with her husband for couple of days when he was called back to resume duties as a soldier.

She in a very proud manner showed all the honors and letters of her husband to us, along with her children & grand children, she stays in the village of Lam and lives her life with her family on a little pension she receives from government as dependent of Sardar Pritam Singh.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Living My Dream @ Pir Bhadreshwar…


On our way to Jammu from Amritsar when we just entered Lakhimpur, I made a call to a friend of mine who is serving in Indian Army and is posted at Rajauri, and we were invited to his place as guest and got the chance to be a part of the Pride of India for a short spell, as in return we shot some photographs for them and we felt so good serving the Indian Army and giving something to the Nation in return.




After we were done shooting for the Army, we took our day off and went to explore the nearby areas, we went to the Peer Bhadreshwar, it’s a beautiful temple of shiva located at the top of the mountain where we have an army establishment also.

Here is the brief of the temple…

Vir Bhadreshwar or Pir Bhadreshwar – PB as commonly referred in the area, was built by King Kanishka in Samvat 141 (Year 1955) to commemorate the victory of Vir Bhadreshwar, son of Shiva over king Daksha.

During 1947-48 the temple was completely desecrated by the invaders from Pakistan, who captured the temple and surrounding area in 1948, after signing of the instrument of Accession of Jammu &Kashmir Indian Army launched an operation to regain areas captured by Pakistan w.e.f. 27th October, 1947 and Vir Bhadreshwar was recaptured on 20th October, 1948. It was rebuilt in the year 1948-49 by the Gallant Soldiers of Indian Army.

It is a tradition to offer a bell at the temple on your visit and all the bells offered are used to decorate the premises of temple, further the mesmerizing view of the snow peaks of Himalayas from this place is a real treat for eyes to see.