Monday, 25 January 2016

Rann of Kutch: A walk to be remembered

Once some where I read Dalai Lama's famous line “Once in a year, go somewhere you have never been before”. So here I am on my toes to undertake next travel expedition. And this time it’s for Kutch (Great Rann of Kutch).


The Land of the White Salt Desert and exquisite art and craft, Kutch is a quiet haven though often overshadowed by neighbouring Rajasthan. The pristine beauty of nature comes alive in the warmth of the people, the delicious food of the land, colourful handicrafts and the haunting Kacchhi melodies.

 
I wanted to explore the tent feeling in desert so have booked my accommodation primarily. But in Kutch there is accommodation is an issue as being village option is very less. Meals are also arranged in tent with completely village look.

After long drive we reached Kutch in the evening and was half dead so I straight head for my tent to take good rest. Taking small nap I head towards white salt desert. And believe me as I was coming near my eyes was getting widened. The area was once the shallows of the Arabian Sea before geological uplift closed off the connection of the sea, leaving behind a vast lake which turns into a desert in the dry months.
 
In the complete moonlight, desert was shinning like a diamond. I cannot imagine of the beauty I was witnessing. Leg half under the salt and body bathing under divine light. The feel was so calm, peaceful. All my tiredness as if had gone at once.

As the camel carts journey across the plains to the selected site in the white desert, you can witness the brilliance of the desert sunset in the clear blue winter sky. Enjoy folk music of Kutch while waiting for nightfall when the white salt covered plains are bathed in the light of the full moon. I stayed there for atleast 5-6 hours and then retired towards my tent.

 
Giving my stomach over needed energy as the local food was yummy. For the first time I was savouring Gujarati food. There was multi cuisines lined up to make tongue wagging.

The next morning my first destination was Kalo Dungar or Black Hill which is the highest point in the Kutch. And it is very near to Pakistan Border.

The place is famous for its 400 year old Dattatreya temple. According to the legend says that when Dattatreya walked on the earth, he stopped at the Black Hills and found a band of starving jackals. Being a god, he offered them his body to eat and as they ate, his body continually regenerated itself. Because of this, for the last four centuries, the priest at the temple has prepared a batch of prasad, cooked rice that is fed to the jackals after the evening aarti. 

 
Another, legend has it that there was once a holy man named Lakkh Guru residing at Kala Dungar and worshiping the Lord Dattatreya. He used to feed wild jackals. There came a day when he found he had no food, so cutting-off a part of his body he offered it to the jackals, saying, “Le ang!’ (Take body part). Over the centuries, this got corrupted to ‘Long’.

From this site you can get a panoramic view of the vast expanses of the salt desert of the Great Rann of Kutch. Trek in the surrounding scrub vegetation which trills with the calls of bulbuls, larks and other birds. One of the most dramatic sights of Kala Dungar is that of watching jackals come for temple offers. When the priests from the temple call, Lo-Aang, Lo-Aang, packs of jackal come out from the scrubland to feast on the temple offerings laid out for them.

 
 
Next I headed for the camp site which is near Dhorodo. Dhorodo lies in the heart of the Banni grasslands where pastoral villages produce some of India’s finest handembroidery. Suf embroidery is counted on the warp and weft of the cloth in a surface satin stitch worked from the back. Motifs are never drawn. Each artisan imagines her design, then counts it out in reverse, thus requiring much detailing.


The craftswomen fill symmetrical patterns with tiny triangles, and accent stitches. Khaarek is a geometric style also counted and precise. Paako is a tight square chain and double buttonhole stitch embroidery, often with black slanted satin stitch outlining. The motifs of paako, sketched in mud with needles, are primarily floral and generally arranged in symmetrical patterns.
The Land of the White Salt Desert and exquisite art and craft, Kutch is a quiet haven though often overshadowed by neighbouring Rajasthan. The pristine beauty of nature comes alive in the warmth of the people, the delicious food of the land, colourful handicrafts and the haunting Kacchhi melodies. - See more at: http://liveindia.in/rann-kutch-walk-be-remembered#sthash.lHyx0YNA.dpuf
The Land of the White Salt Desert and exquisite art and craft, Kutch is a quiet haven though often overshadowed by neighbouring Rajasthan. The pristine beauty of nature comes alive in the warmth of the people, the delicious food of the land, colourful handicrafts and the haunting Kacchhi melodies. - See more at: http://liveindia.in/rann-kutch-walk-be-remembered#sthash.lHyx0YNA.dpuf
The Land of the White Salt Desert and exquisite art and craft, Kutch is a quiet haven though often overshadowed by neighbouring Rajasthan. The pristine beauty of nature comes alive in the warmth of the people, the delicious food of the land, colourful handicrafts and the haunting Kacchhi melodies. - See more at: http://liveindia.in/rann-kutch-walk-be-remembered#sthash.lHyx0YNA.dpuf
The Land of the White Salt Desert and exquisite art and craft, Kutch is a quiet haven though often overshadowed by neighbouring Rajasthan. The pristine beauty of nature comes alive in the warmth of the people, the delicious food of the land, colourful handicrafts and the haunting Kacchhi melodies. - See more at: http://liveindia.in/rann-kutch-walk-be-remembered#sthash.lHyx0YNA.dpuf
The Land of the White Salt Desert and exquisite art and craft, Kutch is a quiet haven though often overshadowed by neighbouring Rajasthan. The pristine beauty of nature comes alive in the warmth of the people, the delicious food of the land, colourful handicrafts and the haunting Kacchhi melodies. - See more at: http://liveindia.in/rann-kutch-walk-be-remembered#sthash.lHyx0YNA.dpuf
Before I go ahead with my experience of white desert let me tell you that Gujarat government every year host Kutch carnival to promote this village, which, is basically end of Gujarat.  
- See more at: http://liveindia.in/rann-kutch-walk-be-remembered#sthash.lHyx0YNA.dpuf
Once some where I read Dalai Lama's famous line “Once in a year, go somewhere you have never been before”. So here I am on my toes to undertake next travel expedition. And this time it’s for Kutch (Great Rann of Kutch).  
Before I go ahead with my experience of white desert let me tell you that Gujarat government every year host Kutch carnival to promote this village, which, is basically end of Gujarat.  
- See more at: http://liveindia.in/rann-kutch-walk-be-remembered#sthash.lHyx0YNA.dpuf
Before I go ahead with my experience of white desert let me tell you that Gujarat government every year host Kutch carnival to promote this village, which, is basically end of Gujarat.  
- See more at: http://liveindia.in/rann-kutch-walk-be-remembered#sthash.lHyx0YNA.dpuf
Once some where I read Dalai Lama's famous line “Once in a year, go somewhere you have never been before”. So here I am on my toes to undertake next travel expedition. And this time it’s for Kutch (Great Rann of Kutch).  
Before I go ahead with my experience of white desert let me tell you that Gujarat government every year host Kutch carnival to promote this village, which, is basically end of Gujarat.  
- See more at: http://liveindia.in/rann-kutch-walk-be-remembered#sthash.lHyx0YNA.dpuf

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