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The Mystery of the
Kailash Trail
Book One and Two
Bharat Bhushan
The Mystery of the
Kailash Trail
Book One and Two
Bharat Bhushan
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About the book
The oldest mystery known to the Oriental World. It is
said that nobody dares to venture out to walk on the
Kailash Mountain. And it is also said that those who
walked up the mountain, never returned. In all these
centuries, they have gone within, never to return.
About the author
Bharat Bhushan
Environment Scientist, Ornithologist. Birder,
Birdwatcher, Teacher, Trainer. Eclectic and
Serendipitous Vagrant Traveller. On land, through
books, inside the internet, and deep within the mind.
I
Ramesh Kulkarni was always patient with his son, Vijay.
He knew that his son would never listen to any advice.
After all, to his adventurous, mountaineer, rock-
climbing, himalayan thrill-seeker son, Ramesh would
always be the middle-class, old-city retiree who had
returned from an active service in the army and settled in
his ancestral house, Pune. "It
will always be Poona for
me,"
thought Ramesh to himself.
"Vijay,
be careful,"
said Ramesh, shouting hoarsely by
habit into the telephone, "DD
News TV Channel says
that the weather in Kashmir and Nepal is getting worse.
Do you have to do your trek tomorrow? Can you not
postpone it?"
Vijay laughed into the telephone. Ramesh could hear it
clearly. Vijay said, "Relax
Papa, and please do not shout
into the telephone. This is not your trunk-call long
distance telephone call. How many times do I have to
tell you? These are modern telephones. I can hear you
clearly, as thought you are inside my alpine tent, here at
our camp at Manasarovar."
Ramesh smiled and spoke more slowly, "Vijay,
the news
says that it is going to get bad in the entire region above
the Garhwal Himalayas. And you say that I am in your
plastic tent? Absolutely not. You know that your mother
here does not allow me to even take my morning walk in
the Deccan Gymkhana grounds if it was drizzling at
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night. The only way I will reach Manasarovar is if
kidnapped by force by my Army Regiment and taken
there by helicopters."
Vijay enjoyed his father's plight. He knew fully well that
his mother was very careful and paranoid about their
health. She had always maintained that it cost less to be
careful and she was not going to be found giving away
the family savings to medical doctors. She had never
done so, thought Vijay. His mother would always go to
her cousins, who were physicians, homeopaths, ayurved
doctors and included one who was a specialist in treating
arthritis.
Ramesh repeated again on the phone, "Vijay,
I know you
will not like to listen to your own father. If you were
here, I could have scolded you, and your mother would
have made you feel guilty by crying out her tears. But we
are in Pune. Gita, your mother and me, and you are far
away in Manasarovar, inside a cold and wet plastic tent.
So take care, and keep calling us whenever you can.
Wait a minute. Your mother wants to talk to you. Please
talk to her."
Gita got up slowly and came limping on her painful
arthritic feet. Her hands were however faster and seemed
to compensate for the slowness. She grabbed the phone
from Ramesh, and spoke to Vijay in a patient voice,
"Hello.
Your father is scolding you again. That means
you are probably doing fine and well."
Vijay replied,
“Mama,
please tell Papa not to keep saying that I am in
a plastic tent up here in the Himalayas at Manasarovar.
This is an alpine tent. It is designed to help me stay here
without suffering in these extreme conditions.”
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