Himalayan Journal vol.45
The Himalayan Journal
Vol.45

Publication year:
1989

Editor:
Soli S. Mehta
Index
  1. EDITORIAL
  2. AN INITIATION TO THE SURVEY OF INDIA
    (MAJ GEN R. C. A. EDGE)
  3. WHICH IS THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN IN THE WORLD ?
    (ARDITO DESIO)
  4. KUARI, SATOPANTH AND NOSTALGIA
    (AAMIR ALI)
  5. FOUR AGAINST THE KANGSHUNG
    (ED WEBSTER)
  6. MENLUNGTSE
    (CHRIS BONINGTON)
  7. CHO OYU, 1988
    (FERNANDO GARRIDO)
  8. NANDA DEVI
    (CHARLES S. HOUSTON)
  9. IN FAMOUS FOOTSTEPS
    (HARISH KAPADIA)
  10. PURBI DUNAGIRI, 1987
    (J. K. PAUL and S. N. DHAR)
  11. GIANT SUBDUED - HARDEOL, 1978
    (S. P. MULASI)
  12. CENTRAL GARHWAL AND KUMAON
    (HARISH KAPADIA)
  13. A PEAK BAGGER'S GUIDE TO THE EASTERN KISHTWAR
    (SIMON RICHARDSON)
  14. ZANSKAR VIA THE SARICHEN LA
    (WILLIAM McKAY AITKEN)
  15. FIRST ASCENT OF RIMO I (7385 M) INDO-JAPANESE JOINT EXPEDITION,
    (HUKAM SINGH)
  16. OLDI COMES ALIVE
  17. THREE PAIRS OF BOOTS
    (HENRY OSMASTON)
  18. NORTHEAST RIDGE OF EVEREST, 1987 EXPEDITION
    (DOUG SCOTT)
  19. SUMMER AND WINTER IN THE NW KARAKORAM, 1988
    (LINDSAY GRIFFIN)
  20. FIRST CLIMB TO THE CONWAY SADDLE
    (ARDITO DESIO)
  21. CLIMBS OF INDO-TIBET BORDER POLICE
    (S. P. CHAMOLI)
  22. EXPEDITIONS AND NOTES
  23. IN MEMORIAM
  24. BOOK REVIEWS
  25. CORRESPONDENCE
  26. CLUB PROCEEDINGS, 1988

NANDA DEVI

CHARLES S. HOUSTON

And there She was!

Cresting the ragged rocks, casually scattered

By some huge force, we gaped,

Star-struck across the flowered fields

To where the Goddess rose.

Like some vast sculpture made

By powers not conceived by man, The Goddess rose

From calm and quiet meadows of the

Unviolated Sanctuary.

We - not first to burst

Upon the scene - were yet to be

The ones who reached the Goddess' crown.

Not conquerors but pilgrims, seeking

Light not fame.

In those past days,

We came from far to love, enjoy,

And cherish mountains and the lands

About them. Not to foul or spoil

Their timeless fragile peace.

A poet wrote 'High mountains

Are to me a feeling, felt in the heart

And felt along the blood'. He said it well,

But only part. He might have added

'For my soul's sake'.

My son and my son's sons

Will never see or know what I have seen

And known. They'll get the leavings, scraps

That greedy, careless, selfish men have

Torn and spoiled.

My son's sons will find

The virgin forests gone. White mountains

Fouled with trash and scraps. Clear waters

Fouled with human waste that time

Cannot remove.

Green wooded slopes

Stripped bare for wood to burn or waste.

The scars bleed soil and wash into the sea.

Sheep graze in mighty flocks where only

Bharral singly grazed before.

But man's the foe of nature.

Man knows better and does worse to other living things.

Man fouls his nest and cuts the trees

And burns the brush and forages

His flocks which kill the soil.

Years ago we made our way

Along the mighty Rishi Gorge into

The Sanctuary. Found it sweet and pure and new.

Climbed the great peak and left it

Sweet and pure.

Since then a score - no, more -

Of others came that way and climbed.

They cannot foul the goddess, no man could.

But they have fouled her garden

For their son's sons.

But wait! There's time.

For God and Time will heal these wounds if man

Will let them heal. It still can be

That men both wise and brave can halt the

Rape and save the wilds.

We need to count the blessings

Given us and save and hand them on

To our son's sons - and daughters too, of course.

We must, there's time, we must cry 'Halt' to those

Who are too blind to see.

The Nanda Devi is but one

Of scores and scores of wild and blessed hills

Islands of peace and joy and home to many

Living things. Man's future rests on holding these

As dear and safe as life itself.

So many years ago

We were the happy lucky ones to be there early on.

Now we must help to save what's left

So our son's sons can have

A little of the joy.

Not greed, not fame

Must draw man to the woods and hills

And sacred places. Not noise and trash and wastes

But only memories must mark his visit

To the holy places,

Now! Act now my lords.

Think now of what you wish your sons

And their sons too, to know and love.

Know well that what you do or fail to do

Will save or kill the future

For us all.