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Place Of The Thunderbolt

1/23/2016

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​India has many wonders, but a wondrous thing that glitters often in my mind is Darjeeling, a small town in its northeast corridor. It glitters and it beckons.
 
Legend has it that two English officers found the place while looking for a decent location for a sanatorium, pastoral and peaceful. The locale was just that; it was also unspeakably picturesque. Set in a craggy mountain ridge at 7000 feet, it had a fresh and brisk air. With emerald plantations all around, it looked like a dream nestled in the grandeur of the Himalayan range. The British, then ruling India, with Calcutta as their capital, quickly chose it as their summer capital. It was christened, after a famed Buddhist shrine in the area, Darjeeling, place of the thunderbolt.
 
The name hints at an interesting history. The land once belonged to the Buddhist Chogyals of Sikkim, but was wrested by the martial Gorkhas of Nepal. When the British gained control, they returned the land to Sikkim but leased the Darjeeling area for a trifling sum and started tea plantations, which became a giant money spinner. Darjeeling tea is still unmatched in its reputation for a unique flavor in the world market.

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​You reach Darjeeling by flying to Bagdogra and driving up a winding road for three hours. The first time I went in a more interesting way: I took the slow Toy Train that climbs 5000 feet over 50 miles, does incredible loops and provides an incredible vista of mountains and tea gardens for seven hours.
 
The first thing you want to do in Darjeeling is simply walk up and down the Mall road. Look up and you have a breathtaking view of sparkling snow-capped Kanchenjunga, the highest mountain of India, a pentad of Snow Treasures, which mountaineers climb but respectfully never to the top. Look down and you are in a cavalcade of tourists, residents and jobbers of infinite variety, mingled with the local Nepalis, Lepchas, Bhutias and Tibetans, your heart lifting with the energy of rubbing shoulders with friendly strangers and pushy vendors. All aroung you are cafés, hotels,  booksellers and souvenir shops, waiting to be explored and remembered.

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A tea taster friend – the subtlety of whose profession had always mystified me – reserved a room for me and my friend in the Planters Club right next to the Mall, and we were enthralled by the discreet charm of the old-fashioned hospitality it afforded. The next time I stayed with another friend at the Windamere Hotel on Observatory Hill, a short walk from the Chowrastha junction where the Mall road ends. A quaint relic of the British Raj, with its spacious well-tended grounds and comfortable rooms and fireplaces, it cast such a spell on us that the friend ended up as my fiancée.
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There are a dozen ways you can amuse yourself in Darjeeling. You can learn the secrets of  mountaineering at the Institute Tenzing headed; you can see the variety of Himalayan flora at the botanical garden; you can see pandas and Siberian tigers at the zoological garden; you can visit the world class tea estates; you can hear the touching stories of Tibetan refugees at their center; you can explore the natural history museum; and you can take a break from all this and be at the beautiful Choling Monastery.
 
But for me Darjeeling itself is the greatest amusement. As the large and well-known cities get larger and more modern and start looking like each other, this beautiful town remains defiantly small, old-fashioned, almost old-world. It also remains quiet and tranquil, a balm to the wounds of living. It is the most unbelievably romantic place. I haven’t seen Darjeeling in years, yet it glitters in my heart.

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​Recent visitors to Darjeeling have told  me it is becoming more congested and less bucolic. They report political tension as the city administration wants more autonomy and less sway of the state government. I know, I understand. But the truth is that Darjeeling is, as the Indian poet Rabindranath would have said, only half a city. The other half is the imagination of its aficionados. Multi-colored, many-splendored, glorious imagination that, to be candid, outstrips all reservations.
2 Comments
Alpana Ghosh
1/24/2016 19:23:59

Enjoyed reading 'Place Of the Thunderbolt'. Darjeeling, 'the queen of hills' has always been my favorite too. I had been there quite a number of times and your writing made me nostalgic. The pictures are beautiful. Thank you,Manish!

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Susmita Sen.
1/25/2016 07:38:17

An enjoyable read .It takes me to my favourite place , The Queen Of Hills. I too love visiting Darjeeling .It's unique in lts simplicity .The pictures are fascinating. Brings back old memories .Feeling nostalgic.

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    Manish Nandy

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    Earlier: Diplomat, Executive


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