Dudipatsar Lake: Gem of Nature

When an enthusiast is trapped for long in the silk cocoon of routine, his soul starts longing for the wilderness. His feet might be trapped in the cities but heart pounds for the mountains. This is what happened to us, a group of travelers trapped in the daily hues of jobs and businesses. Months of lockdown due the corona pandemic outside created a pandemic inside each of us. But every time the matter was brough up, it was ‘shushed’ and ‘hushed’. But one day in the late summer of 2020, a miracle happened. The topic of going towards the lovely dudupatsar lake of Lulusar Dudipatsar National park was brought up and was not turned down. All that was left was a pick a date and buy necessary camping stuff. That we did speedily before anybody changes his mind. The Sunday bazar in the H-9 sector of Islamabad is well equipped with everything at prices that are good for the pocket, you might need hours to fully explore the whole bazar. So that was our obvious choice for buying the camps, torches, mats, sleeping bags and sticks.

Ready to start the journey

On the sunny morning of 29 august, we set out from Islamabad in two cars. Our travel plan was to move from M1 motorway to Hazara Motorway and reach Mansehra. In nearly 2.5 hours, we reached Masehra and took the road to Naran. Our destination was Besar , with a quick stop to refresh ourselves with hot steaming cup of tea and Paraths near Shogran, we reached Besar in the afternoon just a few kilometers short of Babusar Top. Besar is in the Naran region of Mansehra district located after lulusar lake.  It is a famous stop for tourists to refresh themselves at famous “Moon Resturant” whose board can be spotted almost every hundred meters when you leave Naran for Babusar Top and onwards. In Besar, our contact point was “Mushtaq”, a courteous man who runs a small hotel by the roadside. Besar is short of hotels to stay so we adjusted in the hotel we could find best. I, however, observed that some hikers preferred camping at the back of Moon Resturant. We also booked a horse to take our luggage with us to the lake, the horse owner also acts as a guide. As the night fell, weather became cold, but it was bearable. We had no idea what was about to befall us on our trip.

To start the hike, you will need to cross Kunhar on this local lift “Doli”

The next morning, we woke up early to start our journey as soon as possible so that we could reach the lake in the afternoon and stay the night there. We readily made up our breakfast. Yes, it’s true, we loaded a lot of stuff with us and made our meals by ourselves. We had a LPG cylinder and pots for cooking. At the back of Moon Resturant, Beautiful Kunhar river flows with all its fury. It can only be crossed by pullover lift called “Doli”. There is always a local there to pull you to the other side and in return, he will charge you a nominal fee. Our guide was there on the other side waiting with the horse. The horse booking agent can be found lurking around hotel of Mushtaq. We all crossed the Kunhar river one by one and in the end, our luggage made its way to the other side of the river. Our porter cum guide loaded the stuff and we were on our way, we followed the footsteps of people and started hiking. There is a small but angry river coming from Dudipatsar lake that flows in to kunhar river. Our trek was side by side with this river and guarded on both sides by huge mountains. We were so excited and confident that we made a mistake that caused us to waste some time. We left our porter behind and after 35 minutes of walking we realized that our trek is gone and there was no more space to move forward. There was another horrible surprise waiting that one of our members was missing.  Is that a sequel of “Wrong Turn”? everyone was worried to the core. We wasted 45 minutes or more wandering what to do next. At last, help came. A local reached at the spot in pursuit of some of its lost sheep and showed us the was as well. We were to cross the river on foot at some previous point, we reached at the point and crossed the river. The water was freezing cold even in august. In the meantime, our lost member reached there too pursuing our track backwards. We were on the track once again, this time in the guidance of our guide.

You will need to cross two glaciers on the way, while the river is flowing below.

We reached “Mullah ki basti” at around 3 pm. We had just traveled 12 Km. Dudipatsar is located 18 kilometers from Besar. So ideally, we needed to travel at least 18 Km a day to make it back on the second day. But everybody was so tired that we had to camp at Mullah ki basti and cancelled the plan to make night stop at the lake. The next morning brought a chill weather and rain. It was so continuously raining that we couldn’t get outside of our camps. However, so persistent was the desire to reach home that as soon as we felt that the rain was slowing down, we raced towards the lake at a pace that was no less than of a leopard. Passing through the lush green meadows that were laden with flowers of every color and passing and sometimes jumping over freshwater streams. We reached a to and there it was, the wild beauty, pacified and breath taking. It is impossible to describe in words the beauty of a beloved and what eye can see was impossible for the camera to capture.

Our Camp Site at Mullah ki Basti
The grazing sheep of locals
Couds and Rain

After a short stop and some group photos, we headed back. As soon as we turned back, rain started again. With fully wet clothes and shoes, we reached back at the basti and hid ourselves in the safety of camps. The craving to reach down was hard, but rain was making it impossible. At noon, we decided to head back in the rain. We mounted the luggage on the horse and the rain stopped. We started our journey and didn’t pasue until we reached down. So we achieved something, we didn’t plan. We travelled 24 kilometers in one day in the worse weather. This was a very memorable trip. The hike as well as the lake offer beautiful scenic views. I strongly recommend this trip.  

Two beautiful clicks of Dudipatsar lake

Tips:

  1. Buy the camping stuff from H-9 weekly bazar if you want to save money.
  2. Reach Besar a night before starting the hike. You will need a good night sleep before hike.
  3. Book horse for luggage, the horse can be booked at the Mushtaq ‘s hotel. (he named it Dudipatsar Hotel)
  4. The best season to go is 15 July to 15 August.
  5. You don’t need to carry your food, Desi Dhabas are available at Mullah ki basti.
  6. Lodging is also available at Mullah ki basti if you do not want to make your own camp.

وفاقی ملازم

میں چھٹیاں بےپناہ چاہتا ھوں
اور سستی کی انتہا چاہتا ھوں
گپ شپ اور کھانے پینے میں دن گزریں
میں تنخواہ بے حساب چاہتا ھوں
کوئی مکمل نہیں دنیا میں
میں پروٹوکول لا جواب چاہتا ھوں
ہو جاؤں بے گھر سے با گھر
میں دار الحکومت میں گھر چاہتا ھوں
ملازمت میں حکومت کے خواب
مری سادگی دیکھ، میں کیا چاہتا ھوں

بچپن

بچپن کی اک شام ہو
سردیوں کی اک شام ہو
سرخ شفق کی چادر میں
پکوڑوں کا کچھ کام ہو
برف کے گولے کھا نے سے
اک بار پھر زکام ہو
ٹھنڈی ہوا کے جھونکے ہوں
مونگ پھلی کا شاپر ہو
چلغوزوں کی تھیلی ہو
اور مٹھی میں بادام ہوں
پھر سے وہ شام ہو
گزرے بچپن کے نام ہو

Diary of a Daddy’s Boy (Part#02)

I never understood the mentality of poor people. We bring them out of their miserable lives. We clothe them with our old attire. We provide them with our leftovers from previous day meals. We give them roof of our basement or “Mamti”. As they are illiterate and therefore ineligible to choose what is best for them, we guide them to the right path, telling that it is best for them to stay with us as it will solve their problems of “Roti, Kapra, Makan” (isn’t that what “AAm Admi” is after?). To be more kind, we even engage their kids in our daily works like “Bartan Dhona”, carrying the luggage and following my wife in malls. Well, I am not a proud person but if I tell you the truth, I have observed that kids seem happier around other kids so I let my servant’s 6 year old entertain my 8 year old son (to avoid ambiguity, I am calling my servant’s kid “choota” and referring my kid as Mustafa). For example, choota can bowl all the time when Mustafa wants to play cricket or choota can make faces to make Mustafa laugh. But with all these kindnesses and politeness shown, they always pretend unhappy, trying to get away back to their dirty lives. The other day my servant’s uncle died in Omar kot and he came to me bursting into tears and asked for two days leave. I felt very sad and gave him 1500 rupees from my zakat fund so that his uncle can be buried properly. But of course I cannot let him leave, who is going to take Jhonny (My pet dog) for evening walk if he goes.

P.S: I just redecorated my living room, below is a picture, haters please don’t be jealous, it’s all Halal ‘kamai’.

The Stunning Living room of my villa

Diary of a daddy’s Boy (Part#01)

Living in an air conditioned room, in a magnificent building with a lot of servants in an area filled with palaces and sea view at arm’s length, I am sorry if I don’t know how other “people” live in filthy areas of the city. I have never been to the other side of native jetty bridge. It is not my fault if other people drink contaminated water, I pay all my taxes or off the record, a little more than my taxes, just to keep the business running(if you know what I mean). Every time I am in Europe or America, I realize how dirty and unsterilized we people are. It’s like we just don’t like to party. Well, it’s not that I just stick to my rich buddies or foreign tours; I am a people’s person. I do give my servants eidi’s and donate a monthly amount to SOS and heavy amounts to fund raisings that I come to know about. Not only that I do sacrifice a camel, some cows and bakray on every eid. I am not a religious person but I do pray occasionally, I just need a few things, I want to buy my own villa in France, a summer home in Switzerland, a vacation home in New York, and I want Emma Watson to be my girl friend. Oh God! There is almost everything that I am missing. I am the most miserable person on earth. I have never done any wrong. God! Why me? Never ever my wishes have come true. 😦

Blood Bath in Gaza

It wasn’t the bomb shells of Israel that killed children of Gaza neither was it the western world. It was the silence of Arab world that is responsible for the massacre of Gaza. The dictators of Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Emirates and Jordan feel threatened from the political Islam that they will sacrifice anything to crush every nipping bud of politics in the Middle East. A 72 hrs truce has been announced between Hamas and Israel after 24 days of blood shed but a response has still to be seen from the Dictators of Middle East. 10556338_10154451157505444_7036903850267486084_n

The Leopard Trap

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It was ice everywhere and on that there were very visible foot prints of a leopard. A chill of horror slipped through my bones. There was no turning back. If we were to reach the road before dark, then we were bound to move forward to reach the summit and climb down to the other side otherwise we will be just stuck in the forest. Although this was not the highest peak of Galyat but it was proving to be the toughest. The ice layer was getting denser, sometimes it was 5-10 feet and sometimes we didn’t know how deep it went. The footsteps were getting fresher. I knew leopard was not a very big cat and it was interested mostly in comparatively small preys but still it was hard to tell when it may become suddenly interested in human flesh. I thought this may prove to be my last hike but I shall give a worth of fight. After half hour of marching, we reached the peak. A sigh of relief! Escaping the wrath of a leopard and reaching the peak in time, a small Bar B Q could have made the day but there were no chickens around. Well, there is no stepping back. I might go to summit the peak again through another trek, who knows may be this time we meet. =P
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Fall of Institutions

The old man called his sons who used to fight each other and told them to break a bundle of sticks. When they failed to do so, the old man asked them to untie the bundle and break the sticks one by one that they did quite easily.
“What has slowed down this country?” My boss asked. “Individualism”, I replied without hesitation. You can not deny the fact that Pakistani’s has made their names in the high ranks of every important field. They have left their marks in science, technology, medical, arts, peace, business and literature etc. Everyone knows and gives recognition to Abdus Salam, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Nusrat Fateh Ali khan, Arfa Karim, Malala yusufzai, sadqain, Malik Riaz and many more that I cannot list. But why these legends have failed to make their impact in our society. Why Pakistan is not moving forward despite producing scores of geniuses. There is failure of collectivism and rise of individualism. Every effort and every success is directed towards the individuals that results in rotting of institutionalism. A country’s development depends on how strong its institutions are. Sadly in Pakistan’s case, institutions are more of a formality. Result is chaos, instability and corruption. I hope someday government understands that healthy institution are more beneficial than glucose injections of metro bus and Danish schools.

Gass Half Empty!

While rupee has received a powerful glucose injection against dollar in our weak economy, we; the haters, continue to undermine the situation that has sprang up. To hell with optimism and hope, glass is half empty for us. This situation won’t last long, we claim. Let’s see if it lasts a month and if it did last, we can test it for another six months. Who cares if the import bill has shrank; we can say that the prices have not gone down yet. You think we don’t have other habits? Of course, we do. We raise our voice against Government TTP peace talks. Occasionally, we  ridicule our outdated culture, tell stories of western triumphs or if a national holiday comes, we can spend pages to prove that Jinnah belonged to our school of thought and none other and he was as much secular or as much a true Muslim as we are. If anybody tries to show a disagreement, we shall mock him dead and prove that his and his ancestors’ patriotism is doubtful. After that Victory shall be ours.

Art of Living

Hike to MiranJani Peak
Hike to MiranJani Peak

Oscar Wilde said “I don’t want to earn my living; I want to live”. Living life with passion is life that I dreamed. Every moment can be lived up to its potential. Working eight hours and worrying about the future just doesn’t add up. We must squeeze our schedule a bit and make room for some leisure time. Look around, what wonderful life we have, surrounded by beauty and passion. Every step we take is an inspiration and every moment we enjoy is a delight for ourselves. Life isn’t indoors; it’s out there in green plains and snowy mountains.