5 Moons @ The City of Saga | Undated

Krishna went searching for a good a restaurant when we had nothing to fill our belly other than noodles. He was lost in words as well as in sight.

Saga, a township situated in Southern Tibet, near the borders of Nepal - A downtrodden place to expect from a city with just four crisscross roads.

This is the first time we thought and tried different. Here the sun is comparatively brisky as it shows up sharp at 3 in the morning.

We spoke to the local people to guide us through the place. A group of seven acrobatic kids aged between 8 to 12 years conditionally volunteered to guide us.

We started believing that we aren’t in India when we sang “Roobaroo” with Vashisht, riding on a yak at an altitude of 15,433 ft. It was a terrible to sing that loud though. This would rocket us to the peak, for a 52km of wide saga view. We climbed like a rusted engine, when we started breathing through our nose.

The top – There was a clear sky, paved an astonishing bird’s view, graceful and magnificent. Healthy Sun-rays made those water bodies to glitter. Its formation sufficed the belief of Saga’s people by being a jewel around its neck.

Meanwhile we were asked to leave the place as the density of oxygen will reduce by noon and the velocity of air will increase, which would not be a challenge rather an impossibility state for us to reach the tent back.

It was too cold that we were asked not to take bath for those five days. But somehow we have to manage the other stuffs. I don’t want to invite any metabolic malfunction during my trip.

Krishna was like “???? “.

“We don’t use any separate rooms for toilet, God has magnanimously given the entire place for our disposal” Shizouka said. He can make the worlds excellent MoMo which the same world is yet to taste.

They don’t know about Ramanujam’s cryptic deathbed puzzle or Higgs Boson or The big bang theory or Stephen Hawkins. They don’t know why Manmohan singh still gives a friendly gesture in Siachen. But their intentions, way of life and attitude has been clinically carved by the 14^th Dalai Lama. He injects the path for enlightenment and reincarnation.

The place was too beautiful bedecked with good humans. They are blessed to claim that soil, I would say.

It wasn’t a normal day. No network coverage, no Internet, no WhatsApp, no towers to handle signals, no loud horn. We nearly came to know each and every one there.

I was able to see the want of perpetuity in those eyes and a deep thirst towards knowledge. They know what they need. They have got a high degree of moral fiber. Computers are still to be invented according to them. We spent around 3 full days with those kids, very brisk, smart, kind and confident. 

We saw their teachers who taught them Math and Science.
Who taught them values,Who taught them confidence,Who taught them to respect, to bow & to fight.

It was nothing but the blissful nature.

That night we all were together. “Wait for my master to come”, he said. We didn’t understand, we remained silent for a while.

It was around 8’o clock.

“Look at my master, how beautiful is he! He can hear our voices”, he expressed.

The place was dead silent for some minutes. The sky was bedecked with thousands and millions of stars. It was too unusual “for us”.

“This Place doesn’t belong to this earth, a constant passage of vibrations and an unknown side of nature. I would say beautiful is an understatement. The moon is gently floating through the crystallized water of Lake Brahmaputra (its tributary).” I expressed.

“The whole place is lighted up, understand the true mechanism of ecology, An overwhelming relationship between the living organisms.

What a brimming divinity”, Krishna said.

So many people claim this place, Hindus, Jainism, Buddhism and BŐn (a religion which predated Buddhism in Tibet).

“This is god’s own land”, I Said.

When we were about to leave the place after 5 nights, I asked about the conditional offer accepted with those kids.

“If you plan to come next time, can u get us some books and pencils, here … our savings (some coins on those tender palm)…”. he offered.

Vashisht looked at me and said,
“It’s time to pass on whatever we have learnt,
For all those unconditional love,
For all belief,
For all humbleness,
For all respect,
For Nature’s response,
For Tibetans…….”.
We should pass on …!!    

This fascinating story has weaved the highs and lows of Tibetans, which has chronicled our journey.

- An extract from my diary (undated).