Chandrakhani and Malana: A majestic pass and a mysterious village

One of the most beautiful high-altitude passes in Himachal Pradesh, Chandrakhani, is the traditional gateway to the state’s most famous and mysterious village: Malana. Along with its twin, the Rasol pass, it also connects the valleys of the Beas and Parbati rivers.The trek begins from the tiny hamlet of Rumsu (1,800m), 6 km above the historical village of Naggar on the left bank of the Beas, 20 km below Manali. It is well worth spending a few hours in Naggar and visiting its two landmarks. Naggar Castle is a well-preserved building from where the kings of Kullu ruled before they shifted to Kullu town; it then became the residence of the British Resident, and today is a hotel. The second landmark is the Roerich art gallery, dedicated to the paintings of this legendary Russian artist with a passion for the Himalayan landscape.One climbs gradually from Rumsu in a south-east direction through dense forests of deodar, fir, and horse chestnut, crossing two big pastures, or ‘thachs’ — Sterling thach and Ghan Krari thach. From the latter, one gets a panoramic view of the Pir Panjal range to the north and can clearly see Friendship, Patalsu, Hanuman Tibba, and Shittidhar peaks and make a guess of the location of Kalihani pass, behind which lies the forbidding Bara Bhangal valley.At Ghan Krari, the track abruptly swerves eastwards, following the ridge line, and after another two hours, one reaches the first day’s camping site, Chaklani (3,300m). It is a huge thach surrounded by dwarf rhododendron, in full bloom when we arrived, ringing the pasture in a haze of pink and mauve. Chandrakhani pass is visible now, about 2 km away, its massive but gently inclining flanks carpeted with spruce, birch, and betula (bhojpatra) till about 200m below the saddle from where the snow took over. It was a lovely sight, made magical by the setting sun’s rays.It snowed that night, and in the morning crispness, we could see that the pass had a 2-3 feet thick mantle of snow. Covering the 2 km to the pass was no problem, but once on the saddle, we had to be extremely careful, for it slopes sharply to the left and ends in a precipice. Half a kilometre on the saddle and we arrived at the narrow aperture on the ridge line which is the Chandrakhani pass itself (3,700m).Legend has it that Jamlu devta (or Jamdagni rishi), the presiding deity of Malana who had kept all other minor gods in his closed fist, once came to the pass and flung them all to the winds. They were wafted to all parts of Kullu, which is why every village and valley of Kullu has its own devta. They all gather even now in Kullu town during the Dasehra, but Jamlu devta does not join in the festivities because he considers them all inferior to him; instead, he watches the proceedings from the heights of Bijli Mahadev, another lofty peak nearby.From the pass, the track drops sharply to the south-east, a precipitous 5,000 feet or so to the Malana gorge and the village which takes its name from it. It’s a knee-crushing descent, made slightly bearable by the magnificent vistas to the east — the soaring peaks of Indrasen and Deo Tibba and the Malana glacier, below which is spread out the Nagroni pasture, a full day’s trek away.Malana is thought to be the oldest democracy in the world and still has its own ‘parliament’, which makes laws and passes decrees. It resolves all disputes, and people are forbidden to go to the police. IstockThe unfortunately infamous Malana village is attained in four hours; it’s large by mountain standards, about 150 well-constructed wooden houses, situated 200m above the gorge. Its residents are believed to have descended from AWOL soldiers of Alexander’s army who deserted the Greek General when he reached the Indus, fed up of the continuous fighting.Malana is thought to be the oldest democracy in the world and still has its own ‘parliament’, which makes laws and passes decrees. It resolves all disputes, and people are forbidden to go to the police. It is ruled with an iron hand by Jamlu devta: till a couple of decades back, even the Deputy Commissioner or the Superintendent of Police could not enter the village without the devta’s approval! But things are changing now and the splendid isolation which enabled Malana to preserve its unique culture for hundreds of years is now being nibbled away. The prime culprits are two hydel projects on the Malana stream, a few hours away. Their roads have made access easier, hundreds of outside labour have brought their own influences, Malana’s youth are now going out, finding jobs, and coming back with modern ideas and habits.The government’s relentless drive to ‘civilise’ this oldest of civilisations means that the heydays of this unique culture are all but over.What will prevail for a longer time is the famous Malana Cream. Cultivated by Malanis as their prime cash crop, it is smuggled out in huge quantities and has many exotically-named variants: AK47, Russian Mist, Space Ball, etc. The police wage a losing battle to eradicate this crop and destroy hundreds of acres every year. The villagers simply shift deeper and higher into the forested terrain they grew up in, which the out-of-condition cops can barely negotiate. My sympathies are with the hardy folks of Malana — this is their only economic activity, practised for generations untold, and the government has failed to provide them any alternative livelihood. The state government is now making efforts to legalise the growing of cannabis.Because of the cannabis connection, the Malanis do not welcome outsiders and we were advised not to stay in the village, but to camp outside. We spent the night in a dogri, a rough hut in the forest with the not unpleasant aroma of hash all around! The next day brought another 1,000m strenuous climb to Rasol pass (3,200m), beyond which is Parbati valley.The descent from here is as precipitous as the previous day’s, through a dirty little village called Rasol. It is another 8 km to Kasol, an over-touristed hub on the banks of the Parbati with its dozens of guest houses, pizza parlours, billiard halls and ATMs. I, however, much preferred the spartan isolation of Malana and the unparalleled beauty of Chandrakhani.— The writer is a retired IAS officer

Chandrakhani and Malana: A majestic pass and a mysterious village

The splendid isolation which enabled the mysterious village of Malana to preserve its unique culture for hundreds of years is now being nibbled away

Avay Shukla

Chandrakhani and Malana: A majestic pass and a mysterious village

The splendid isolation which enabled the mysterious village of Malana to preserve its unique culture for hundreds of years is now being nibbled away

Avay Shukla

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