Set amidst towering snow-capped mountains and lying beside a lake of pristine blue water, the Sikh shrine of
Sri Hemkunt Sahib, looks even to the not-particularly-pious, a place of almost unbelievable beauty and peace. Seven peaks - known as the Sapt Sring- surround the shrine, looming over lush green pastures.

It is said that
Guru Gobind Singhji in one of his earlier births had meditated at this place for over 40 years. The Gurdwara (at a height of 4329 meters) is now considered a memorial to Guru Gobind Singhji and a reminder of the saint’s mission. It is believed that Lakshman, the younger brother of Rama, meditated by the lake and regained his health after being severely wounded by Meghnath, son of the demon Ravana, during battle. Even the Pandavas, came to these mountains in search for Heaven. They say that if you take the name of the Almighty once during the entire journey all your sins are washed away.
The trip It was just like being in one of the amazingly beautiful scenes of Lord of the Rings (New Zealand) or the state of the art amusement park of InGen from Jurassic Park (Costa Rica). I didn’t have to go too far from home to realize this dream. Heaven is a place on earth, it’s in India – our very own
Himalayas!
Another observation you can’t help but make, that we are but a
mortal at the mercy of forces much mightier than the human body. “I” which is the center of our Universe, but for the Universe “I” am smaller than a blip.
Anyways,
Day 1 – Delhi to Dehra Dun, 7 hrs road trip – piece of cake.
Day 2 – Dehra Dun to Joshimath (1874 meters), 11 hrs road trip. This entire journey is in the mountains. Ganaga and then Alaknanda don’t leave your side. For the people who don’t know – I am VERY scared of heights! I was sitting in the front seat of the Ambassador and hanging onto the car for dear life.
Day 3 – 1 hr road trip from Joshimath to Govind Ghat. From Govind Ghat there is a 14 km trek to reach Ghangaria (aka Govind Dham, 3049 meters) and majority of the stretch is steep! Ghangaria is the base camp for visiting Hemkund Sahib and Valley of Flowers. Scenery was breathtaking, weather was excellent. We started the trek at 8.30 am and reached the base camp by 2.30 in the afternoon.
I walked for majority of the stretch, my parents and Askhirat took horses. While walking I realized what my
Mamaji meant when he told me “
you don’t have time to get tired”. The natural beauty is breathtaking but the path treacherous. You love the adventure, but your thighs scream in pain. With the increasing height, and decreasing oxygen levels it just gets tougher and tougher.
You have to keep God in mind throughout the journey or there is NO way you are going to complete it. All around fellow pilgrims make you comfortable, help you chant and help you keep your spirits high. If you think about feeling tired, you have to stop – if you stop then you body temp is cold again, and it gets very tough to get back into rhythm. The best is to carry some biscuits, glucose, water, walk at a steady pace and forgot everything else, enjoy the beauty and chant His name.
Day 4 – At 5.30 in the morning we started trekking the final stretch of 6 km to Hemkund Sahib (4329 meters) from the base camp. We had to trek over highly slippery ice glaciers – a short stretch of about 20 meters – one person at a time, every person for himself, with the help of ropes. If you slip, free fall to some part of the mountain no-one dreams of going to, from 4000 to 1000 m in flat 10 seconds – but you will surely enjoy the view! They say that
+5,000 people visit the Gurdwara everyday, but no horse/person slips to his/her death (or serious injuries) – that in itself I think is a miracle!
A hefty woman, sitting on her horse, lost her balance on a sharp turn. My horseman helped her regain her balance with an instinctive movement of his hand. If it weren’t for him being there at the right moment at the right time, it would have been all over for her.
I guess many such miracles happen every day in those mountains.
On this stretch, I sat on a breed closest to a mule, but it was more like of an XXL goat. It was quite funny actually. I am sure that it looked ridiculous, but I had more important things to worry about at that time! All horses took 2 steps forward and slipped 1 step back. This animal was more stable and closer to earth – if I stretched my legs I could actually touch the ground and stand up. I am extremely thankful for the animal to take me to the top and down, I couldn’t have walked those 12 Km, esp. at the low oxygen levels!

We reached Hemkund Sahib at 8.30 am – I almost had
tears in my eyes. I don’t think I have ever been so happy on reaching a destination. A quick dip in the ice cold lake, with cold winds blowing was enough to get me shivering for over an hour! The hot tea and khichdi (langar), right after, was just perfect.
If I thought my journey was difficult, there were so many people who had completed the journey on foot, (even people in their 60’s or 80’s!); people who couldn’t walk were carried in dolis and baskets (they had bruises all over the bodies because of the constant friction with the basket); a LOT of people walked barefoot(!); newly wedded couples walked; and I even saw a blind man walk with the help of a stick and another’s shoulder.
This is
no place for stupid egos; “you know my pair of the Nike’s is better than yours”, or “my Moto Razer has these features …” How much time we spend in these things? There was no class distinction between anyone there. You had mutual respect for everybody there; Everyone was one. You could go and approach anyone and it was guaranteed the person would go out of his way and help you; a lot of people were helping without even being asked.
There must have been like a thousand people in the Gurdwara at the time of
ardas (prayer). I think it was a miracle in itself that the entire structure did not collapse under the weight. I can’t really describe the feeling in there; you just had to be there.
The energy in the room was more than an AIESEC India plenary. Go back a few centuries, when the Sikhs were at war with the autocratic rulers at that time – the energy of the people in the room is the kind of energy people would have had just before going into war. You could have given those people swords and shields and they would have given everything they had at the word of the True Guru. My own mother had wanted to visit for Gurdwara for over 35 years and it was a dream come true for her on 22nd June 2006!
Because of the
extreme climate on the peak and the low level of oxygen, everybody vacates the Gurdwara by 4 pm everyday. The Gurdwara is accessible only for 4 months in the entire year.

The journey back to Govind Ghat (1828 meters) took another 1.5 days. Going downhill on a horse is worse than going uphill. You have no choice but to look down! Mummy and I, who are excessively scared of heights developed a few bruises on own bums and legs. Papa was much better off, and Ashkirat laughed the entire way!
On the way back we also stopped at
Badrinath. It is at a comparable height of 3411 meters, and there is a motor-able road right up till the temple. So it has better access and everyone can visit it, but then as a con, some people take it as a picnic spot rather than a spiritual destination. I hope they preserve Hemkund Sahib the way it is! The experience is unique.
Will I go back again?At present I am still a little shaken up and don’t want to make a trip to the mountains, unless they have 4 lane roads. But I loved this trip. It’s truly the best holiday I have ever been on! The image of the newly weds walking hand in hand up the mountain is still fresh in my mind, and I think the entire trip can have a very romantic angel to it. So maybe, when the time is right :)
If someone is interested:
http://www.sikhtourism.com/hemkund-paonta.htm
http://www.garhwaltourism.com/chardham/hemkund.asp
I have scanned and upload a few pictures, so check the flickr tab on the right. I will try and upload a few more.