Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Incredible Himalaya: Photo-essay



To say that I love Himalaya is an understatement. Every human being in the Indian subcontinent is related to the Himalaya range in one way or the other and most of us like the ice-capped peaks for their sheer beauty if not anything else.

Yet very few of us get the opportunity to travel ourselves to the Himalaya to savor the beauty of the pristine range of high peaks. 

To feel that void, I have taken help of my fellow photographers from Nepal, all of them amateurs (if they do not mind being called so) who have volunteered their photographs for this exceptional photo-essay. Most of the photographs are from Manang and Mustang districts of Nepal. 

Aawaz Khadka (AK), Palzum Sherpa (PS) and Surendra Basnet (SB) are all dear doctors and friends of mine who have been associated with the Himalayas in their own ways. Aawaz and Surendra Dai served as Medical Officers in Manang successively and Palzum was born in Solukhumbu and visited Mustang recently. All credit for these photos should go to these generous people and by default, they retain the copyright of their work.





Demarcation: where the life meets the serenity of the Himalaya (AK)
Three travelers rest during a journey (AK)
Where is the destiny? The dusk has settled, yet there is no answer!!
Perfectly snow-capped peak is seen between two mountains (AK)
Mr. Cap Miller, 55 years in nepal. At 80, he was making a trip on foot from chame to manang village, a 10 hours walk (AK)




Livelihood in high Himalayas: A farmer ready with a special kind of plough (AK)
Where there is life, there is faith: a makeshift monastery in Mustang (PS)
The dwellings, the desert and the peaks: A look from Mustang (PS)
The morning shows its arrival with warmth and light (PS)
The rocks that form the mountains (PS)
Flora of the high mountains (PS)
Three little princesses pose for the photograph, notice the dilemma of the youngest one: she has to imitate yet she is not as good as the other two (AK)

Corns: the staple food (AK)
A glance from a lower part of the terrain (AK)


A nostalgic morning at Manang (SB)
Tilicho: the lake placed at highest altitude in the world (SB)
Apples from Manang (SB)
Gangapurna lake, Manang (SB)
Two adventurers at the foothills of Himalaya (SB)
The dancing bird in the high Himalaya (SB)

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