Kishore's Curry

When you surpass the natural contours of Bomdila, you enter the mainstays of Himalayas. And just before the roads climb past the 10k feet mark, they go down, into the ravines of Tenga river, across the shoulder of the lesser Himalayas. And there lies the town of Dirang, the last bastion before Tawang and the shivering deserts of Tibet. Air is thicker, but colder. Traces of snowy winds from Tibet nuzzle my cheeks as I pass into this town, serene as the morning and picturesquely laid across the Tenga Valley. Here two different vales merge, and their confluence creates a place that looks like its held in a bowl encrusted with mountains.   Bomdila Heights Here the slopes become gentler, the recklessness of earlier mounts gives way to behemoths who softly straddle the land. It is a very cozy place. And I caught my first glimpse of snow as well. Shining brightly against the rising sun, illuminating the profile of Sela pass, it does suck out your breath. Never have I seen suc

And so it came to pass, in the two thousand and fourteenth year of common era, that a graduate engineer trainee (hereby referred to as Young Technical Leader™ (patent pending)) of the massive juggernaut of Bharti Airtel was allowed to venture in the mystic forests of southern Tibet™ (hereby referred to as Arunachal Pradesh (Chinese takeover pending)), domesticated by months of servitude in the fastness of Bharti house Guwahati, unwashed, unwed and suddenly run out of JRR Tolkien spirit will revert to the common tongue of a millennial, namely B1tch please, wanderlust!. Assam Trunk Road So I leave for Bomdila at the strike of dawn with a pitstop at the office. You see this was a partial office work trip as well. So my *primary* task was to pick up some equipment and rush it across the Assam Arunachal border to Dirang. First step: food and then proceed to the ATM. Arunachal has the unique quality of not having the more modern feature of accepting credit or debit cards in m