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The Dreamy Land of Darjeeling

August 26, 2013 | By

Our sightseeing began with Darjeeling Ropeway that connects the “North Point” in the town to Singla, which is on the banks of the Ramman River.


A welcome hug from Kangchenjunga

The music system inside the car was playing innumerable songs of Kumar Sanu; I recalled something my brother had once said, “Drivers of North Bengal love this guy; you will find them listening to Sanu all day long, as they drive through the crooked and twisted paths of Himalayas”.

Inhaling the fresh and chilly wind of December, I whispered to myself, “Now I am a perfect DIPUDA!” Well, DIPUDA is the conglomeration of the first two letters of 3 places- Digha, Puri and Darjeeling that every Bengali has to visit, at least once in a lifetime. I had managed to explore the first two places and finally, I was on my way to experience the beauty of the Queen of Hills, Darjeeling.

It was 4 pm when we had our sudden rendezvous with Kangchenjunga. The snow capped mountain was no longer white but reflected a golden aura as the rays of sun descended on it. Every time our car meandered through the edgy route, our mouth fell open and our eyes widened in surprise.

It was a picture perfect landscape where everything around was green and the bright peak of Kangchenjunga stood with its head held high and arms open wide.

By then, I already had a clue that the next 3 days of my life were going to be really eventful not to mention ‘chilling’. Though the town was crowded with travelers from all over the world, but I liked the feel of it.

There was a westernized appeal in the way the shops were decorated and in the way the young generation carried themselves. The mongoloid features of the local people made it difficult for me to believe that I was still in West Bengal.

We were staying in a Tibetan Heritage Hotel and the room offered us the typical nostalgic view of Darjeeling and of course a sneak peek into the majestic Kangchenjunga. It was really hard to bind my enthusiasm because I wanted to see the Mall and all those places I had seen in movies.

View of Darjeeling

Outlining the town of Darjeeling- A view from our hotel room

The town folks were celebrating Tea and Tourism Festival and had lit up the Mall area. There were bands performing on the stage, and the fast food center and of course Darjeeling Tea stalls were abuzz with activity.

As the mercury dropped, we found that the rocking performance of Parikrama was the only way out to keep ourselves warm. Alas! Our ability to fight cold gradually faded and by 9 pm, we were on our way back to the hotel.

Tea and Tourism Festival of Darjeeling

The Mall celebrating Tea and Tourism Festival

Day 1 in Darjeeling: I woke up at 7 am and stared through the foggy windows of my room to find a sleeping beauty bound with ranges. With mesmerized eyes, I stood in front of the window to see the sun stretching its rays to wake up the whole town.

Our sightseeing began with Darjeeling Ropeway that connects the “North Point” in the town to Singla, which is on the banks of the Ramman River. The 45 minutes cable car ride offered us a panoramic view of green valleys, dense forests, mountain ridges and tea gardens. I grabbed my camera and went on clicking.

Morning in Darjeeling

Wake up! Its morning, travelers!

Padmaja Naidu Himalayan Zoological Park was our next stop. Though I hate the concept of caged animals, but if you want to see a Red Panda then you have to be in a zoo like this. I was enjoying thoroughly, staring at the funny gestures of the bear and suddenly found myself separated from my friends.

But who cares, when you have Serbian tigers, snow leopard, gorals and a variety of endangered creatures to feast your eyes on, everything else can wait.

The way to the Himalayan Mountaineering Institute was through the zoo itself. The victorious statue of Sir Edmund Hillary at the entrance greeted us with the encouraging phrase, “May (You) Climb from Peak to Peak”.

View of the valleys in Darjeeling

A view from our hotel room in Darjeeling

We also came across a museum displaying the mountaineering gadgets, dresses, shoes and stories of the brave souls who had conquered Mt Everest and many other peaks. It was time to leave and once again we bid goodbye to the animals of the park and headed towards Chunnu Summer Falls in the Rock Garden. (Oh yes…! My companions found me rooted to the spot, staring at the monkeys and literally dragged me to the car).

The temperature at the park was freezing. I was shivering so badly that it was nearly impossible for me to hold the camera steady to take pictures. I tucked my hands in my armpits to keep them warm, resolving to take from my friends later the shots I missed. This was the last stop for the day and we needed to rest and be all ready for the next morning to witness the last sun rise of the year, 2012, at Tiger Hill.

Trip to Darjeeling

Glimpses of the colorful life of Darjeeling

Day 2 at Tiger Hill: We had a great adda (chatting session) about creepy stuff and spooky stories till 1 am in the night. Now this was enough to take away all my sleep. Even a single creaking sound seemed ghostly to me.
My eyes were wide open and my ears consciously picked all the useless noises, which otherwise would have been inconsequential had I not listened to those scary chitchats. But thanks to our 3 am wake-up call, I mercifully didn’t have to keep tossing and turning through a torturous sleepless night for long.

Brrr….it was too cold! The sharp chilly wind kept piercing us through the layers of sweaters and jackets, all the way to Tiger Hill, which is the summit of Ghoom. A friend cribbed, “Why such torture, we could have watched the rising sun from the window of our hotel room!”

We laughed a lot but when we reached the spot, we found more than 100 people eagerly waiting, not paying any attention to the cold. I said to myself, there must be something magical in the sunrise, which has dragged so many people here at 4 am, that too on a freezing, winter morning.

All of a sudden there was light, as if a shy kid abruptly peeked through the curtain of clouds. An array of colors filled the massive canvas and finally the show stopper came out.

Tiger Hill Darjeeling

Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy at Tiger Hill

The first rays of the sun hit the twin peaks of Kangchenjunga, painting it pink. Though we could not have the panoramic view of the Mt Everest, but whatever we were offered was the best gift of the year!

It is hard for me to put in words what I saw, but may be my pictures can give you some idea. The gift I received at Tiger Hill was priceless and I realized the pain of getting up at 3 am was nothing compared to the blessing I got.

Batasia Loop

Ode to the brave soldiers- Batasia Loop

Batasia Loop was our next destination, which is a War Memorial of Gorkha Soldiers of the Indian Army. You will find another breathtaking view of Kangchenjunga from here.

You can even check out the toy train tracks, which otherwise is the hawkers’ den. Though I enjoyed the view and bought some mementos, I wanted to return to the hotel to rest for a while.

Ghoom Monastery

Ghoom Monastery – Path to tranquility

We hopped off at the Ghoom Monastery on our way back, which follows the norms of 16th century Gelug school of Tibetan Buddhism. The colorful scripted flags at the gate bear the words of wisdom and peace and create an atmosphere of divinity and truth.

A friend had advised me not to miss the famous Keventer’s restaurant. But we found it so crowded that we had to settle down at Glenary’s for our breakfast, which is another renowned eatery in the town.
My tired body was now refueled and the fresh air revived my spirit to check out something more.

I am not much of a shopping person, so I decided to capture the city, its meandering alleys, the sloping routes and most importantly its people, through my lens.

Chawk Bazar was very much like the Esplanade of Kolkata, filled with tourists bargaining and buying sweaters, bags, shoes, caps and what not. I found the town very friendly and its people charming. Their small, bright eyes, red cheeks and sweet smiles made Darjeeling all the more fascinating.

Little Paths of Darjeeling

Paths and lanes of Darjeeling – Chale tedhe-medhe se raston pe nange paanv re…
Chal, bhatak le na baawre

Strolling at the Mall we picked up the famous Darjeeling tea and feasted on hot momos, shawarma and grilled chicken. Back at the hotel, we packed our bags and finally, when the clock struck 12, we welcomed the New Year with memories poignant enough to last a lifetime.

From Mirik  to Siliguri

Home coming – From Mirik to Siliguri

Day 3 at Mirik: It was time for us to return home. We decided to visit Mirik on our way back to Siliguri. It happens to be a nice place with Sumendu Lake but the bustling 1st January crowd had made the place very busy.

However, I could visualize the calm beauty it could have gifted us otherwise. We even visited the Pashupati Market, which is under the jurisdiction of Nepal. We had to show our identity proof and enter this foreign land!

When we got back to the car, a friend quipped, ‘Ahh! Now we are all bilet ferot (foreign returned)!” We laughed to our hearts’ content as our car wound its way down the roads that had 3 days ago brought us close to the heavenly Kangchenjunga.

We could not make for the toy train trip while leaving Darjeeling and that disappointed me. I would have loved to take a seat near the window and sing the famous song, “Meri sapno ki rani” or may be someone could have sung it for me.

Toy Train of Darjeeling

Darjeeling is incomplete without its world famous toy train

But, the hills had other plans for me. All of a sudden I saw white fumes and the toy train appeared at a distance. Though I was sad for not being able to sit inside it, a glimpse of it made me happy.

As I gazed at the toy train from the car window, I realized that Darjeeling has its own special way of saying goodbye to its tourists. The flying flags, the tea garden, the green valleys and the Queen of the Hills were with us all the way, until we reached a point where the roads were plain and the wind was not chilly anymore.

With love from Darjeeling- Chinar leaf

With love from Darjeeling- Chinar leaf

The hills of Bengal have been through political turmoil for long and the struggle to create Gorkhaland and forge a separate identity of its own has been going on. The future will tell what is in store for the town. But I would definitely return to relish the snow-white portrait of Darjeeling once again.

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As a content writer by profession and creative writer by passion, Sumauli Mukherjee loves penning her thoughts on the places she travels, the books she reads and the movies she watches. Being an amateur shutterbug, Sumauli enjoys to frame moments and shares a visual that her mind speaks.
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18 thoughts on “The Dreamy Land of Darjeeling

  • Jolly Roy

    Hats off Sumauli!! you have written this article with such vivid descriptions that it has almost made me feel like I’m in Darjeeling itself! great job buddy… keep up the good work… awaiting more from you…keep clicking and keep writing 🙂

  • Antara

    Very well written travelogue!
    Transports you right there into the heartland of one of India’s most idyllic hillstations with a candid, straight-from-the-heart travel story…you now know when to go, what to do, what to see, the best times for the best views….so all you need is to just set off for Darjeeling….!!
    Keep writing!!!

  • Pritha Mitra

    The write-up has its share of beautiful moments 🙂 I love the part where you describe the sunrise…want you to share more of such beautiful moments with us…keep it going!

  • Madhu

    Splendidly explained!!

    Traveling is one part but sharing your traveling experiences so beautifully is again a marvelous thing.

    The best part of the travelogue I like is that it has been explained in a manner that the reader will have the feel as if he /she is on the way of journey to Darjeeling.

    Oh great thanks for sharing the term “DIPUDA” as I am going to share the term “DIPUDA” with my son as the word is about the collection of three places- Digha, Puri and Darjeeling.

    The very first picture is really matching with the caption “ A welcome hug from Kangchenjunga”!!

    I am astonished to view the beautiful pic which you have already had the pleasant experience with the matchless memories from your hotel room. You are fortunate to have a great time.

    I will again come back after some time as I am really enjoying reading and sharing about the travelogue.

  • Ritaban Majumder

    Splendid! The article as well as the photographs. I liked the way you have captured each and every moment of the brief stay in Darjeeling. And as some readers pointed out, it is indeed heartwarming as it reflects the heart and soul you have put in creating this wonderful collage of moments. Please keep on writing and taking photos.

  • Pankaj Sharma

    The narrator is at equal ease with words as well as with lens. Classical clicks complemented with wonderful web of words; It could not have got better. I don’t think you struggle with words at all.
    Incredible expression both through pictures and narration.

  • Neha

    Reading your travelogue made me feel like as if I am in Darjeeling. Loved it! I especially liked the way, you described the sunrise. Looking forward to more such travelogues from you.

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