Day 5: 26th June 2009 @ dalhousie (the seductress)
The dusk's tiredness drained away with the dawn fetching the viridity and virility into the surrounding weather. The sun which partially hid himself behind the mounts seemed to be contriving plots for the next few days. Making few final entries into his secret diary before he came up from behind the mounts completely.
Rizwan Sir declared a half day today giving us some respite after the last three days of hardwork. After the first half, we geared ourselves for a trip to punjpulla which was within 5 kms from the hostel and promised a trekking of about 1.5 kms. Having already had a taste of 36kms trekking at gaumukh (which is close to the toughest terrain for trekking in India), the number seemed too small and insignificant to bother me. Had it not been for the indecisive punjabi's we would hve reached punjpulla much earlier than we (Me, Abhinav, Angad, Aayush, Prabeen, Vishal and Nitin) did (which was around 5.30 pm).
Punjpulla , at first, seemed nothing more than a Sardar Ajit Singh Memorial and few game stalls.
Angad then challenged me and Nitin for shooting. Getting 4 out 5, i thought i had a good chance of winning as Nitin could only manage 3. But Angad's no milquetoast. He smashed us out of the competition wid 5 consecutive bull's eye. Hail Captain Angad.
Having discovered the way to mountain trekking, we ran like a thunderbolt to conquer the mountain. By the time we reached Rizwan Sir with Arshdeep, Rajit, Suveera, Sanah, Chand and Paramjot (they had started early so were ahead of us), we were completely out of breath and totally parched. The result was that we had to take a rest break near a cool pygmy waterfall.
We headed further singing the good oldies with Prabeen leading the singing enthusiasts.
Having already consumed the time constraint of 1 hour set by the taxi wala, we took the bird's eye view of the Punjpulla and carefully climbed down. Then, we set ourselves to Gandhi Chowk (instead of hostel) ..dont know y but i think we felt that it was too early to head for the hostel.
Rambling about the church at Gandhi Chowk, we were unexpectedly dumbstruck by the appearance of a dazzling beauty. a stunner. a TOTA. She was a SEDUCTRESS. a cinderella of the fairy tales right in front of our eyes. She possessed a disarming smile. Throwing her aura down upon me, she alienated me from the world as i stood still. The numbness of those lips, the tranquil smile and the hump of the chin... the kind of girl i thought only existed in my chimera...here, she was right in front of my eyes.
She entered the tibetan market with her female friend. Abhinav and I, totally enchanted, ran to enter the market from the rear end to get a second glimpse of her. ( Abhinav was surely running for a girl for the 1st time but i was running like i never run before ) ... it wasnt long when we sighted her. Seeing us again, she giggled in her own perfect way that we felt paralysed and lost for words. Her rays had penetrated deep into our souls and we came out clad in her silhouette.
Engulfed in a fever of ur disarming smile
i felt persecuted and paralysed ..
Beyond ur television, reality fades
like shadows into the night !!
On the way to the hostel, we confessed to each other that she was an unparalleled beauty. We could not let this get over here and so we decided to get a photograph with her the next day.
I was kind of having this intuitive feeling that we would find her in the church the next day so before we dozed off , Abhinav made sure that he had put his camera to charge all night so dat its at the peak of its power to capture the stunning picture the next day. Will we be able to find her face again in a crowd of 1000 faces ?? Will we be able to get a picture with her ?? Answers were all ready to be opened up the next evening.