Shangri-la At the Foot of Himalayas

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Shangri-la At the Foot of Himalayas

By: Hari Sud

February 27, 2006

In his 1933 novel, Lost Horizon, David Hilton described a remote

paradise in the Western Himalayas. He called it Shangri-la, a beautiful

and a peaceful land. The author had described a mythical land, an

earthly paradise where perpetual happiness prevailed. A movie was

made and the myth was popularized. Ever since, search has been, on,

to locate this earthly paradise. Various places almost, but not quite

fitted David Hilton's description. What the author described was a piece

of a Hindu and Buddhist story in which, an offshoot of Tibetan royal

family, leaves the tumultuous environment of 8th or 9th century in Lhasa

and retreats to a hideaway in Western Tibet to build a city where

perpetual happiness prevailed. They succeeded in this effort. This small

kingdom lasted several centuries. A story about it was told in both

Hindu and Buddhist literature and was picked up by David Hilton for his

famous novel.

 

The author of this piece hails from a small village in Himachal Pradesh,

which he visited last January after about 20 years lapse and found it

matching mythical description of Shangri-la. It is not quite as described

by the Hindu/Buddhist myth or by David Hilton. But it comes close in its

serenity, its beauty and its paradise character.

 

Pirsaluhi, The Shiwalik Shangri-la

 

In the old hill state of Jaswan (this princely state was dissolved by the

angry British in about 1850 or so for a rebellion against them; it

happened immediately after the Second Sikh War, but before India's

First War of Independence in 1857), on the foothills overlooking the

great Beas River and about 50 miles from Hoshiarpur on a motor able

road lies the foothill village of Kamloo. There the main road forks into

two. The main road, which had been following the great river, keeps

going to Naduan. But a small road (now motor able) starts a climb of

about 3,000 ft above the river bead. In about two miles, half of the climb

to the Shiwalik Shangri-la is finished and one reaches the village

of "Pirsaluhi". This is my hometown. I was born there. The village takes

its name from "Pir", a Muslim Sufi saint who came here a few centuries

back and made it a home. A shrine built by the then king of Jaswan to

commemorate his memory still stands there. The population before the

Partition of 1947 was a mix of Muslim & Hindu. The Hindus, who were in

majority in the surrounding area respected the saint, but would not

worship at the memorial built by the King, hence set up their own

shrine, next door. Today Muslim population is gone and is very sorely

missed. Only two families still make this place their home; hence the

shrine of Pir lies in a dilapidated condition. The Hindu shrine next door

is well looked after and has undergone major upgrades in last 20 years.

It is customary for me to pay respect at this shrine before we climb the

rest of the distance to reach the Shangri-la of the Shiwalik.

 

About two hundred and fifty or so years back the then King of Jaswan,

invited a bunch of "Sud" families from Punjab to come and settle in the

area and use their skill as money managers, to improve the economy of

the area and improve the lot of the people. The local population is

subsistence farmers, where enough food does not grow. Their children

go to work in the cities or enthusiastically join army and other central

services to maintain survival of people back home. The "Suds" being

moneylenders settled in Pirsaluhi and many other similar villages in the

Jaswan state. My ancestors settled in Pirsaluhi about 250 years or so

back. I believe when they searched for a proper place to build their

houses and set up a life style for them, "Suds" had to select an area

and seek the King's permission. They decided against settling next to

the "Pir" shrine, as the Muslim population inhabited it. Other villages'

inhabited by the local population of Rajputs, Dogras and other caste

probably was ruled out. Hence they selected a hilltop area about

another half a mile up from the shrine, with a ninety-degree climb,

reaching a ridge about 200 yards wide and a mile long at the top. Here

the "Sud" village of Pirsaluhi came into existence.

 

Why did they select this place?

 

I believe my forefathers had been nature lovers. They probably stood at

the ridge top, in the midst of lush trees and looked around. In the north,

at a distance, they saw the valley of the River Beas, where the mighty

river was meandering its way to the plains. At a distance across the

river they saw the great temple of Goddess Jawalamukhi (only 8 miles

away). Yonder they saw the snowy peaks of "Dhauli Dhar". In the south,

they saw the Shiwalik hills continuing further and further. In the West

where the ridge ended into a steep fall, a similar sight greeted them.

They could see a lush green land below, continuing for miles. The elders

saw this place and its beauty and fell in love with it. This is the spot

they decided, they would set up their home for the next century or two.

Had the elders, chosen to settle near the "Pir" shrine, they would have

missed all this picture perfect view. And I would dare say that; it is here

the description of David Hilton of Shangri-la was partially met.

 

When I last visited Geneva in Switzerland, I found similar beauty, except

that the Lake Geneva had been replaced by the River Beas. The two

places are 6,000 miles apart but are comparable.

 

This place, the Sud clan called it a home. They build their havelis

(mansions), bungalows and large houses and started to make a living.

To connect the hill top area with the main village down below, they built

cut stone pathways, ten feet wide, which reached the Sud homes in

three flights as the straight climb would have been impossible to climb.

As the clan multiplied in numbers, more houses were built. Each was

connected by cut stone pathway to the main pathway from the shrine.

The houses they built were an utter beauty, and matched the

landscape. These stone & mortar construction, three floors high with

wood doors and windows matched their prosperity. The first haveli (of

my cousins) is built on a 60-degree angle slope, with supporting column

reaching 50 feet high. Its pointed arches (and several of them) describe

a high prosperity of the people, who built and lived in it. As the revenue

records describe, my Great Grand Father lived in this haveli. As the

family grew he moved to another part of the Village, which was more

picturesque, and offered more free land for the family to expand in the

coming years. As customary, he connected his new house with a

cobble stone pathway to the main pathway. All this happened probably

one hundred and fifty years back. As senior grandfather's family grew,

three more houses were built, all of stone and masonry, all of them

three floors high and all had a durable slate roof. The enclosing area of

the four houses was covered with cut and polished slab stones about an

area 50 feet by 40 feet wide. My father built the fourth and the last

house of this section of the settlement in 1942. The family was

celebrating my arrival in the world.

 

What else is Exciting in Pirsaluhi?

 

Here, time does not move as fast as it moves in the big cities. It is quite

all around. Occasionally the quite is broken by the chattering of the

children returning home after school or occasional bark of the dog or

domesticated animals being driven to the watering hole. People here do

not wish too much. They have a quite satisfying life. They grow whatever

they can. Their children who work in the cities send additional cash to

them. That is how the quite life goes on.

 

Besides its scenery and serenity, Pirsaluhi can boast of having a

primary school (now a Higher Secondary School) way back in 1925. A

hospital dates back to 1935. A shopping district attracts fairs and

celebrations in the spring season. Pure spring water here has well

known medicinal qualities. All these were, first for this area. All of these

were built with philanthropic donations from the Sud community. In last

thirty years water supply, electricity and telephone has been extended

to this area. Smartly dressed boys and girls can be seen going to the

school everyday. A big line up always awaits the doctor at the hospital.

A new phenomenon has been witnessed i.e. the spread of cell phone to

this area. Quite a few people are supporting these in their breast

pockets. Water spring near the Sufi Saints memorial is still in use and

is the main source of potable water for the village. In not too distant

past, my mother and my sisters carried water on their head in

containers and lugged it all the way up the hill. Today it is piped to

homes, including the hilltop Sud housing.

 

Not very Many People Live there and why?

 

Part of the reason, why the village looks so attractive is that after 1947,

the Sud clan members started to move to the cities in Shimla and

elsewhere. They left their havelis intact, and frozen in time. The latter is

a reminder of the bygone era. Since the population growth was arrested,

rather declined, the place managed to preserve its attractive character.

Except for the overgrowth of shrubbery or broken retaining walls here

and there, everything else is intact. One can stand at the same spot,

where the elders stood a few generations back and enjoy the beauty of

the place. I missed the March/April (Alas! I had to return to Canada)

flower bloom period. I remember my sisters going on wild flower

gathering, everyday in the morning during the spring bloom period. As

the winter rains complete their task of rejuvenating the fields, it is green

all around. The fields are terraced, as no level land exists. But these are

well tilled. From a distance they present a beautiful sight. The farmers

are hospitable. They are well mannered and helpful. Everybody I met

including the last old man of the previously thriving Muslim community

knew not me but my family. I had left the village at the age five to join a

school in Shimla in 1947 and had only occasionally returned. But the

memories of the people there about us were good. A simple mention of

the housing complex I was heading to and my father's name, told them,

who I was. They remembered all about my senior brothers and sisters.

They were sorry to know that they are all dead. My house, which my

father built, still stands. It is well looked after. My big brother was taking

a good care of it in my absence. He did not live in the village but made it

a point to look after it well.

 

Have I described to you the Shiwalik Shangri-la Well?

 

I believe the comparison of this place to mythical Shangri-la is obvious.

But there are few contrasts. People who have been searching for

Shangri-la in the Western Tibet have found ruins. In case of Sud,

Pirsaluhi, it is not ruins. It is still a thriving community.

 

Hari Sud

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