Posts Tagged ‘mcleodganj’

Friends & memories

April 3, 2009

Hi all,
This post would be about meeting long-lost friends and a butterfly story 😉


raining in bhagsu

March 28, 2009

Hi all,
Yesterday it rained the whole day. There seems to be a pattern building up. It seems it will rain one day and then not rain the whole of next day. The local people need the rain as they depend on the rain water for their daily needs even though its piped. In fact the piped water from the mountains is not just for bhagsu, dharamkot, mcleodganj and dharamsala but also villages like dadnu and few others which the local people don’t feel generous.

Yesterday found a very nice Punjabi Dhaba on the Jogiwara Road going down from the Post Office, near/around ROGPA on the 2nd floor above memory restaurant. Also found couple of cinemas also there as well. Would go to one of them to also experience that mini-theatre as well.

Also met an old yet new friend called Krishna. Krishna is a Reiki Master, Yoga Teacher and Massage therapist all rolled into one. We are on similar paths hence had a nice deep conversation. While conversing as it was cold very much also used alcohol. While I have taken alcohol many times in my life yesterday could actually feel the alcohol mixing in my blood and giving warmth and energy as I was drinking it.

Seeing beautiful women and getting heart-broken is the other order of business of the day and women here are just beautiful to look at. 😉

That’s it on another beautiful day in Bhagsu, Mcleodganj 😉

People, Mcleodganj, Bhagsu

March 21, 2009

Hi all,
This post would be about meeting some of the different people I have met in Bhagsu.



February 26, 2009

Hi all,

This is going to be a long long post as I went up to Mcleodganj and Bhagsu after full 5 years.

First things first, the first thing I saw yesterday and today were people wearing long kurtas (like salwars) and having a beaten face (of hardwork and difficult times) . One of the things they held were rope-like things. Talking to one of them came to know that they are ‘Coolies’ who come down from Jammu when there isn’t much work there. This is understood as Jammu is only 2.5 hours from Pathankot (while Dharamsala is 5 hours)

Another interesting thing which I came to know is the hetrogenous mix of people in Dharamsala. I’m living in a guest house called Milap guest house just opposite the Dharamsala bus stand. I’m living with a Punjabi family, see they also have tibetians as their guests as well as others. There are people from himachal, tibet, punjabis, westerners, jammu people and all types.

Even then Dharamsala exudes an indian flavor.

Mcleodganj on the other hand, is a different beast altogether.

The distance between Dharamsala and Dharamsala is 9 kms. by bus. The last time it took 30 odd mins. with just one stop at Dharamsala Cantonment area. This time though it stopped atleast 5 more places and hence it took something like 45-60 mins.

Finally reached Mcleodganj, the first thing I wanted to check out were the theaters. While I’m not a big movie buff but have always enjoyed the movies which were screened at these mini-theaters there. There used to be 3 ones and intense competition among them with all of them screening a mix of movies which the others could. A kind of multiplex if you get my drift.

The kind of movies one could see were like Monster’s Ball , Sanskara or Australia , movies which would be complex, moving and do make a point. One of the movies which I very much loved is ‘The Himalaya’ . All I remember are bits and pieces of a movie I saw 5 years back.

Anyway coming back to the present. Loafed around a bit and then went to Bhagsu. Lots of eatries have come up which were not there. I remember a guy who was at a flute shop who use to romance every pretty little thing which used to come across with some beautiful melodies on his flute. Very flirty and one could have some good moments watching the chemistry. The shop is there, but the young guy is replaced by an elderly gentleman.

Came down to Bhagsu near the temple, again full of places to eat but the old places had gone . All except one. The wonderful part was the owner recognized me as well, of course was way thinner then.

Anyways had a nice meal there, hopped around bhagsu a bit and then came down.

Also checked around bhagsu for a room, came across a place called Savita Guest House (name changed for privacy purpose) . I had heard the story from a friend about this woman whose husband had left her and she was left fending for her children with the rooms she had to let. I always envisioned her to be a tough lady (not just in nature and spirit but in physical too) . To much my surprise, she turned out to be a beautiful lady. She has the looks many would take fancy for. The way things happen 😦

The old memories go and new memories come. Needless to say, prices have gone quite a bit from before, but then can’t expect them to be on the same keel, although competition has made some changes.

All in all, a good day to spend walking about 😉