Spiti - Tibet in Exile

Trip Start Unknown
Trip End Ongoing

Loading Map
Map your own trip!
Map Options
Show trip route
Hide lines
Where I stayed
Home Stays
What I did
Himalayas, Komik Monastery, Dhankar Monastery, Spiti River

Flag of India  , Himachal Pradesh,
Friday, February 3, 2012

is a game that we all have played in our formative years. This game decides its
outcome based on a player's ability to maintain his/her balance whilst
remaining within the boundaries set by a few criss crossing lines. There is a
lot to learn about the power of lines and the respect that boundaries deserve
from this game. In my eyes, those who have mastered hopscotch, knowingly or unknowingly, have passed one of the most
important lessons in life with distinction. As adults, life brings us face to
face with many such lines and boundaries, when we are forced to operate within
or judiciously take the leap of faith. And the scene is no different for an
adult traveler, where International border lines tend to decide the scope of
exploration. Yes, travel and International relations in the modern times has
its roots in the humble game of hopscotch!

But now the human mind
is one aspect that lines, borders, boundaries and even the game of Hopscotch fails to imprison. How else
would you describe the curious case of people living along the border lines
that India shares with its neighbors? Be it Gujarat in the west, Bengal in the
east or Punjab and Kashmir in the north, the mindset and thought process of
locals along the border lines just cannot be contained and controlled. Border
lines cannot demarcate a race like they do the land. For this documentary on
people from sensitive areas, I choose to take examples from the lives of the
humble Spitians living along the Indo-China border in the northern Indian state
of Himachal Pradesh.


Spiti valley is a remote
cold desert in the Indian Himalayas. This land is quite literally Tibet in
Exile. The landscapes are an exact replica of the roof of the world, Tibet.
Similarities do not end here. Spitians belong to the same race as the Tibetans
and their main religion is Buddhism as well. While Tibet fights for its freedom
from China, the Spitians watch hope and pray that it succeeds.


My visit to Spiti
coincided with the Anna Hazare Movement in India's capital. This political
event fought for the citizen's right to information to the Government's day to
day activities and the running of the Indian democracy. Yes, the Spitians
watched closely as the events unfolded in Delhi, but the walls of their houses
were adorned with posters of Lhasa, the Forbidden City. The capital city of
their race, their religion and faith. For a patriotic Indian like me, it is
hard to digest the dis unity that this land with varied geography brings,
because it is this diversity that had led to us being ruled by foreign powers
for so long. But it is also unjust for me to conclude that the Spitians are
least interested in matters connected to India, based on a poster alone.


The two countries, India
and China, have done their bit to establish their authority over these people,
India more kindly and China more authoritatively. India has provided road
access to these remote parts while China has built the Lhasa-Beijing railway
line among all the other things. But why the Indian government has provided a
veiled support to the Free Tibet movement and turned a foe to a powerful
neighbor as China, beats me because on the other hand it has made its stance
very clear on the Kashmir issue to the old enemy, Pakistan. Also I fail to
comprehend, what if tomorrow Tibet does manage to gain freedom and if there is
a similar uprising in Spiti, will it continue to be good to these parts?


Heinrich Harrer, the
author of Seven years in Tibet brought television to the Dalai Lama's household
and this helped the great spiritual leader to be abreast with current affairs.
Similar scenes dominate Spitian homes these days. Thanks to the boom in
satellite television in India, it isn't a big ordeal anymore as it was for the
Dalai Lama and Harrer back in the days. But despite all the exposure to popular
culture, you will find the Spitians, barring a few teenage boys, still dressing
up in traditional attire and indulging in traditional occupations like farming
and rearing cattle. Thousand year old monasteries, established long before the
International border lines and the related disputes came into existence, still
live on and serve as the guardian of Tibetan Mahayan Buddhism.


One of the key features
of hopscotch is that the player has to retrace the path taken by him/her to
reach the furthest block, in order to get back to home or the starting block.
The teenage boys referred above testify to this beautifully. Our cabbie, Mr.
Kesang, did several odd jobs in the Indian IT metropolis, Bangalore until he
decided that it was back in Kaza, the headquarters of Spiti, where his heart
really was. Similarly, upon striking a conversation with one of the farmers in
Demul village, we learned that this man was a qualified Physical Education
practitioner not so long ago but had given it all up just to be among the
people he calls his own and doing the things that was passed on to him by his
fore fathers. The government has taken up the initiative to set up schools but
unfortunately the teacher at the school in Demul village is not a local
Spitian. He is from the plains and does not strike a chord with the village
boys despite all his efforts. So ultimately it falls back upon the monastery to
open the youth's eyes and embrace their heritage.


Adaptation is man's
fifth and sixth limb. History has witnessed the rise and fall of several
dynasties but one thing that has survived these crests and troughs is Religion
and man's belief in it. Religion has taught man to adapt. It has also taught
man to accommodate. Spiti is like a new bride whose beauty is sought after by
one and all and thus cannot be hidden for long. There is already a steady flow
of tourists who have shunned the path most teaveled and have decided to rough
it out in order to experience the greater pleasures of life. The Spitians have
one of the greatest religions in the world, Buddhism to show them how to handle
their time in the limelight.


The Middle Path as
preached by the Buddha is a path between
the extremes of austerities and sensual indulgence. Nowadays, the local tour
operators clearly aware of the fate of a neighboring popular tourist
destination have quite literally implemented the Buddha's Middle path analogy
in their business model. These tour operators have turned into guardians of the
land and handpick their clients. Only after educating them about their culture,
they set out on expeditions in this land where with every step there is a
miracle unfolding in front of your eyes.
By ensuring night halts at villages, they've managed to provide benefit to the
village dwellers who rent out their homes as makeshift home stays for the
wandering travelers. Five star comforts are best kept out of the equation here.
It is a win win situation for the tour operators, who are the face of the
industry, the villagers who are the backbone and the tourists, the actual
actors of this industry.


Coming back to hopscotch, the game is quite competitive
when the players are good. Similarly, the Spitian way of promoting tourism has
competition from travels and tour operators who run their business from outside
the valley. These folks have no regards for upholding the Spitian values and
what drive them are merely monetary benefits. The more the merrier is their
mantra. As though arresting this influx is not enough of a challenge alone, the
nuisance of Non Government Organizations running businesses in the name of
welfare is proving to be an even bigger menace. But then what is the fun in a
game without a bit of a challenge. Trust me these humble looking tough guys
from the valley of the mighty Spiti River are more than up for it! Life is a
long journey and their path is as treacherous as the mountains they live in, on
either side of the line that separates them from their near and dear ones.








Slideshow Report as Spam
  • Your comment has been posted. Click here or reload this page to see it below.

  • Please enter a comment.
  • Please provide your name.
  • Please avoid using symbols in your name.
  • This name is a bit long. Please shorten it, or avoid special characters.
  • Please enter your email address to receive notification
  • Please enter a valid email address

Use this image in your site

Copy and paste this html: