Everest - My Journey To The Top by Bachendri Pal
Everest - My Journey To The Top by Bachendri Pal
Everest - My Journey To The Top by Bachendri Pal
the nois:est of all their children. I crted a lot and the loudest. I
kept my parents on their toes. There was never a dull moment
in the family after I arrived.
The next child was Upama, three years after me. She studied
up to Class IX. I teased my little sister a lot but Upama and! were
good frtends. Like my elder sister, Upama was a typical hll1-
village girl-well-behaved, gentle and domesticated. I was the
only rebel.
The youngest child of the family, Rajender Stngh was born
three years after Upama. Raju was strongand a good sportsman,
My elder brother was always urging Raju to take part tn outdoor
pursuits like mountatneertng. This made me angry. "Why only
Raju? Why can't I also take mountatneertng courses?" I would
ask. For much as I loved my brothers, I resented the boys getting
more attention and opportunities than us girls. Iwas deterrntned
not to take a back seat in the Pal family and to not only do whal
the boys did. but do it better.
CHILDHOOD
F
ather was the centre of authority in the family. I knew It
even as a child. I was an irrepressible chatterbox and
always up to mischief. My pranks amused my stern fa-
ther and I thought I could do no wrong in his eyes. Sometimes,
however, I overplayed my hand.
One day my father was reciting the Rarnayana. I tried various
ways to attract his attention but he took no notice ofme. Unused
to being ignored, I continued to disturb himwith my chatter and
antics. He admonished me a few times, but to no avail. Ulti-
mately, Father reached the end of his tether. Picking me up, he
walked across the terrace and flung me down the slope. I would
have tumbled right down but luckily, I was able to grab the
sturdy branch of a bush and cling to it for dear life. So shocked
was I that I could not breathe and turned blue in the face.
There was complete pandemonium in the family. My nor-
mally gentle mother charged like an enraged tigress towards her
husband and shot a mouthful of angry words at him. Father
rushed to my rescue and picking me up. held me close to him.
Though I was now safe, I let out a blood-curdling scream. Father
was already full of remorse. The piercing shriek upset him
further. Everyone fondled and fussed over me. I thoroughly
enjoyed this and purred with contentment.
Unlike my sisters who went out only when they had to. I loved
going for walks in the forest or the mountains. I would insist on
accompanying my father when he went out and threwa tantrum
if he refused to take me with him.
One daywhen I was about four. my father took me to the fields
nearly two kilometres away. The next day my parents set off
alone. Though I begged to be taken and cried myself hoarse. they
did not relent. My brother was asked to keep an eye on me. After
some time I fell asleep and my brother went off to play. When I
woke up I made straight for the fields where we had gone the
previous day. I crossed a number of small water channels and
kept going on and on, hoping to find my parents. When my feet
could carry me no further, I sat down to wait fot them and. after
a while, I lay down and fell asleep.
There was panic when my parents returned in the evening.
I had been missing for some hours and no one knewwhere to look
for me. They feared that I might have gone out and been swept
away in one of the rivulets. Poor brother Bachan got a sound
thrashing. Following his instinct, my father then too)!: the track
of the day before and sawmy footprints on the rain-wetted path.
He followed the trail and found me fast asleep nearly two
kilometres from home. Instead ofmy parents showing any anger,
I showed mine. They only laughed in relief.
When I was young. my elder brother Bachan was my hero. He
was strong m:d confident. When We went on climbs or on walks
I could not keep up with him so he avoided taking me with him.
One day. he had to go into the hills to cut leaves for the cattle.
He left me behind but I followed him qUietly
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Bachan was busy lopping branches and did not see me as I
approached. He had made a wide swipe with his sickle when he
suddenly noticed me. He tried to hold back but it was too lane.
The point of the sickle nicked my skull.
I started bleeding profusely. I was in pain but I did not cry.
In fact. I felt sorry for my brother. He looked worried and scared.
He tried to wipe off the blood with leaves. When the bleeding did
not stop, he crushed some medicinal plants and pressed them
on the wound. The bleeding stopped and brother Bachan
washed my face and the other blood-stains in a stream.
Before reaching home. Bachan made me promise that I would
not tell anyone about myinjury. He also asked me to avoid having
a bath for some time.
I kept my word but after a few days my m0ther noticed how
I was avoiding bathing and, catching hold of me, dragged me to
the stream. While washing my head she sawthe matted hair and
when she washed it out the wound started bleeding again. My
horrified'mother tried her utmost to find out how ,I had hurt
myself. But I was determined not to let my brother down. I kept
a stony silence. Finally, my brother confessed. He told Mother
how he had hurt me accidentally. Everycme was amazed by my
self-control.
I was a great dreamer. I never thought anything was beyond
my reach. If a magazine or a newspaper had a picture of the
Prime Minister meeting young people. I would declare, "I will
meet Indira Gandhi." When a car drove past on the road below
our house I would say, "I will own a car when I grow up." But
aeroplanes attracted me the most. Whenever I saw a plane or a
helicopter, I said excitedly, "One day I will fly in an aeroplane."
The family was poor and could not even afford the bart'
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essentials. My parents were sad that their child lived in a world
of dreanls which could never be fulfilled. But the younger mem-
bers of the fanlily enjoyed my seeming fantasies and egged me
on. I did not need much encouragement. I would keep talking
about cars, aeroplanes and the important people I would meet.
When my brothers and sisters burst out laughing I would raise
my voice. stand up and shout. Wait, I'll show you."
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SCHOOL DAYS
I
joined Ounda-HarsH Junior High School when I was just
five-years-old. As the school's name indicated, it functioned
from both Ounda and HarsH. In the winter, HarsH was
under a blanket of snowso the school moved to Ounda, five kilo-
metres from my village, Nakmi. Corne summer, and most of the
lower village population, including the school, shifted lock, stock
and barrel to HarsH. I enjoyed the long trek every six months.
Herding our cattle and cuddling new-born sheep and goat kids,
we would pick flowers and berries and play hide-and-seek on the
boulder-strewn mountain slopes. When tired, we rode a horse or
mule. Being familiar with the camping sites on the way we ran
ahead the last two or three kilometres to gather dead wood for
cooking. I also loved living in tents. And, then there was the
excitement of going to school in a new place.
This exposure to nature made me independent and fearless.
At the age of ten, I often explored the woods and the hill slopes
alone. In sprtng I would sneak out to watch the flocks of
migrating birds which had spent the winter in the plains. I also
brought home from my wandelings the popular flower, the
'Brahma-kamal', and armfuls of the scarlet blossoms of the
akUIi. my village
rhododendron whose petals made a refreshing drink.
I was the most mischievous of my class. One incident I
remember clearly concerned a young teacher who had a veryfair.
smooth complexion. All the gtrls. including myself, envied her
and were curious to know the secret of her beauty. So. one day.
I slipped out of her class with two trusted mends. and prying
open the window. entered her room. We were peering into the
many bottles and jars on the dressing-table when we heard
footsteps outside. We hid hUrriedly under the bed. The teacher
came in with a long. thin stick Which she immediately thrust
under the bed. We shrank back to the farthest corner. But then.
one of my companions giggled. Punishment followed swiftly.
Being the ring-leader, Igot the maximumnumber ofstrokes. The
last one got away With half the amount because the stick broke.
There ended my search for beauty. Whenever I tlJin$. of the
incident and the subsequent punishment, I shudder at .the
thought of beauty-aids. I still don't use any make-up. .
I likedgoing to school. I would get up early in the morning ari,d
help Kamla Didi or Mother prepare my pack-lunch and was
always the first to reach the meeting-place of the group which
walked to school.
I wanted to excel in every outdoor activity, particularly in the
competitions with boys and would practise diligently before the
annual sports for races such as the three-legged. sack or those
involving threading a needle and balancing a pot of water on the
head. Since I did fairly well in my studies. my parents encour-
aged my interest in games and were very proud when I came
home with a prize.
One Sunday morning when the school was in session at
Harsil, ten of us. gtrls and boys, decided to go up the mountain
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for a picnic. We reached the snow-line after 3.500 m. and were
delighted with the feel of crunchy snow under our feet. We
climbed higher and higher until one of the girls complained
of hunger Then finding an exposed outcrop of rock we settled
down for lunch. Assuming we could drink from some hill
stream or spring we had brought no water. but at that height
(nearly 4.000 m.) everything was under snow So we quenched
our thirst by eating snow.
Our troubles really began on our homeward journey It was
late in the afternoon and the slope was no longer in the sun. The
snow had hardened and was very slippery. The climb down was.
therefore. not voly slow but also dangerous.
To add to our woes. several of the party had headaches and
nausea. One boy threw up his lunch. We thought it was due to
food poisoning or the contaminated snowwe had sucked. There
was also a common belief that this strange sickness was caused
by the smell of certain flowers and leaves found at these heights.
I now know that these symptoms were due to a shortage of
oxygen in the thin air which occurs at an altitude of about
3.000 m.
As darkness descended. we had to halt and make a partial
overhead cover with branches. We had no food. no water and
spent a cold miserable night. waittng for daybreak.
When we reached home the following morning. we received
little sympathy-instead. we were rewarded with a beating. But
this did not deter me. I had tasted the excitement of climbing ,he
mountains and nothing could now hold me back.
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EDUCATION
I
was nearly thirteen and had passed my Class Vlll examwith
good marks when my father said that he could no longer
afford to send me to school and I should help at home. I had,
however, set my heart on higher education, so dUring the day I
did my full share of work and more, and borrowing my friends'
school-books, I studied on my own till late into the night. My
keenness and determination impressed everyone and flnally my
mother and sister Kamla pleaded with Father and I was allowed
to join Class IX.
I knewwe needed money for my education so I learnt to stitch
and earned Rs. 5 to 6 daily making shalwar and kameez suits.
My earning while learning helped me to continue at s.chool. I did
well in my studies but even better in sports. I came first in most
disciplines in which I participated and won many cups in field
events like the shot-put, discus, javelin and in sprinting.
But after I passed the high school examination, my father was
firm about my not joining college. It was the same problem: the
family didn't have enough money. Then my Principal Intervened.
She wrote saying that I had missed the first diVision by only three
marks and as an "all-rounder", I had a bright future. Once again
Father relented and I joined intennediate classes in physics,
chemlstry and biology, with an eye on doing my pre-medical.
Though I passed my intennediate science, I could not cope with
the pre-medical examination and switched to arts. I took San-
skrit in my B.A. chiefly because of my love for the Himalaya. I
knewthat Kalidasa's Kumarsambhava and other Sanskrit litera-
ture were rich with references to these mountains, which are
called "the measuring rod of the earth" by Kalidasa.
I was allowed to do my B.A. but the famlly's resistance to my
further education continued. It made no difference to my resolve.
Nothing and no one was going to deter me.
I also won prizes in rifle-shooting and first-aid In joint com-
petitions for boys and girls. I remember one particular contest
in which we were blindfolded and had to dismantle and reas-
semble a rifle, a sten-gun and a Bren light machine-gun against
time. I stood first. My class-teacher was very happy and taunting
the boys, said that girls would now have to defend the country.
The boys should wear bangles and sit at home.
Mter my B.A. I faced no further obstructions to my education
for by then Father wanted me to be the frrst girl in the village with
an M.A. degree. I did my M.A. in Sanskrit from DAV College.
Dehradun and then my B.Ed. from Garhwal University,
Srinagar.
Higher education had been my first goal. I had, therefore,
curbed my strong mountaineering urge. Now that I had an M.A.
and B.Ed.. I could realign my sights and put my heart and soul
into mountaineering.
I
was keen to join the NIM and become a good mountaineer,
despite my mother feeling that it was too risky for girls. But
I had not forgotten my father's sacrifices to give me a good
education. It was my turn to do something for the family. I
applied to a number of colleges for a teaching job but received
offers only oftemporary low-paid posts, and that too at primary
level. I was not prepared to devalue my hard earned academic
qualifications and declined these.
Instead ofsitting idle at home, I applied to the NIMtojointheir
Basic Mountaineering Course but all the vacancies had been
filled for the year. I gained admission the following year, however,
and learnt the techniques of climbing on rock, snowand ice and
experienced the thrill of rappelling, that is, coming down a high
vertical rock or ice-face in a matter of seconds with the. help of
a nylon rope. We were also taught camping methods and safe
ways of cro sing mountain rapids.
ajor Prem Chand, the 1M' Vice-Principal wa the trainin
om er. H wa known to b a tri t instructor who demanded a
very high standard of p rformance. I thought I had probably
done well enough to get the ilver ice-axe and a certificate but in
Rappelling down a steep rock face
fact I had been awarded 'A' grading. and was declared the best
student of the course. In his report the Vice-Principal even put
me down as "Everest material". At that point of time I paid no
attention to this.
When I heard that the Indian Mountaineering Foundation
(IMF) was planning a mixed expedition to Everest in 1984 and
that there was a search for women with talent and experience in
mountaineering, I gave It no thought as I could claim neither at
this stage. I was, therefore, surprised to receive a letter from the
IMF telling me that I had been selected for a screening camp for
the Everest expedition. Iwas asked to confirmthat I would attend
the camp.
Howcould they possibly consider me for Everest? I had done
so little mountaineering. Everest was indeed a far cry. Being
doubtful of my calibre for such an important venture, I didn't
reply to the IMF. I thought only of my next training course. In
October 1982 I was given a vacancy on an advanced course.
During this we learnt more advanced climbing skills on rock,
snow and ice. We were also given training in planning an
expedition. As part of high altitude experience, I climbed Black
Peak or Kala Nag (6.387 m.).
On this course. too. I got an 'A' grade and was recommended
for participation in expeditions. My instructors were very en-
couraging and said that I had the makings of a good mountain-
eer. I should take every opportunity to improve my cHmbing
skills. It was about this time that I received a reminder from the
IMF about participating in the Everest screening camp. When my
Instructors Ipamt about my having Ignored the IMF's earHer
letter and about the reminder. they said. "Don't you realize that
you are throwing away a golden opportunity. Bachendri?" At
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their urging. I. therefore. confrrmed my acceptance.
After that I was a transformed person. If the IMF considered
me a possible candidate fdr the Everest team. I could not let them
down. I enthusiastically volunteered for all the domestic chores
that involved climbing. To toughen myself. I would carry heavier
and heavier loads ofgrass. fodder and firewood home. My choice
of the daily routes changed. I would choose steeper and more
difficult paths and deliberately went over boulders or climbed
steep rock faces to acquire better balance and get over vertigo or
fear of heights. All my activities were aimed at making me a really
competent climber.
I attended the GangotIi screening camp in the latter half of
1982. My instructors were very pleased with my performance
and dUIing this training I climbed Gangot.Ii I (6.672 m.) and
Rudugaira (5.819 m.). I gained confidence in my climbing ability.
Soon afterwards. 1was informed that I was tipped for the final
selection camp in September-October. 1983.
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BHAGIRATIU SEVEN-SISTERS
I
was happy with the manner in which my mountaineering
career was shaping but it did not solve my or my family's
economic problems. Then, in February 1983, Brig. Gyan
Singh, Director of the National Adventure Foundation (NAF)
came to Uttarkashi to run an adventure course for teachers at
the NIM and selected seven local, educated women, includingme
for scholarship.
I confided in this eminent but understanding senior moun-
taineer and told him that my parents were pressing me to get
married to reduce the financial burden on the family. rasked him
to find a way for those who were poor to earn a living, using our
interest and skill in mountaineering.
Next morning Brig. Gyan Singh asked us to fill in the NAF's
application forms to start the "Bhagirathi Seven-Sisters Adven-
ture Club". Explaining that this would be a unique organization
of girls and women to help other girls find adventure. he prom-
ised that the scheme would take care of the monetary worries of
trained girls and women. Our morale raised sky-high, we got
down to training in earnest.
Each of t.lTe "Seven-Sisters" earned a good report. Brig. Gyan
Singh said that our performance was much better than that of
the men.
By the end of our stay the Brigadier had become like a father
to us. and. at my suggestion. we began to address him as
"Chhote Chacha".
When Chhote Chacha left Utlarkashl on 28 February. 1983
we were In tears. But he promised to return in three months to
The Seven-Sisters
help us run our own adventure programmes. Meanwhile. we
were asked to take local children rock-climbing. The prospect of
running our own programme was very exciting. in preparation
I used to walk and Jog from Nakuri to the rock-climbing area in
Tekhla. 18 kilometres each way. This practice greatly helped in
toughening me up for the climbing challenges which lay ahead.
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The Btigadier artived as promised on 1 June. He brought 25
sets ofcamping and trekking equipment for us to run two adven-
ture courses for girls. With the army's help he also arranged that
a tentage camp be put up at Tekhla.
The first group from Jamshedpur had 13 girls. The second
party from Meghalaya had 15 lively Khasi girls from Shillong.
The groups were made up to 20 for each course by taking local
girls on scholarship. I was made director of the course and VIJaya
Pant deputy-director. Jobs like quarter-master and medical
assistant were allotted in turn to the other "Seven-Sisters". We
were paid an honoratium for our work on the courses.
The programme was varied. There were thrce days of rock-
climbing followed by a day for tiver crossing. beSides camping.
learning the use of mountaineeting ropes. cooking. and safety in
the wilderness. A forest ranger accompanied us and told us
about the flora and wildlife of the region. Including two short and
one long trek. we covered nearly 150 kms. and climbed up
and down a height difference of nearly 2.500 to 3.000 m.
Our highest camp duting the long trek was at picturesque
Dodital at nearly 3.000 m. Here lush green deodars bordered a
beautiful lake full ofcold-water fish. includingthe lovely rainbow
trout. We halted here for three nights. We also went to the top of
the tidge to Baktiya-Khal at nearly 4.000 m. It was the first
contact with snowfor many of the girls and they were like playful
kittens. rolling and sliding on the snow-field and tossing snow-
balls at one another. Bef9re returning to Dodltal they were given
some elementary lessons in snow craft. including glissading.
I conducted the first course with Vijaya's help under the
supervision ofChhote Chacha. He gUided us but left us to work
out the details. His most memorable contribution. however. were
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his talks on a variety of mountain and climbing topics. replete
with fascinating anecdotes. Whenever Chhote Chacha shouted.
"Girls. here is another story." all of us crowded eagerly round
him. When I told him how impressed 1was with his method of
teaching. he modestly said. "I learnt it from Tenzing."
Using the excuse of catching up with his paperwork. Chhote
Chacha asked us to handle the second course entirely ourselves.
1 was rather nervous at fIrst. but with responsibility came
confidence and everything went off well. When the children told
Chhote Chachawhat fun they had on their treks with "BachendIi
Didi" 1 expeIienced a great sense of satisfaction and achieve-
ment.
Towards the middle of July 1983. BIig. Gyan Singh took the
well-known mountaineer Chandra Prabha Aitwal (Chandra Didi
to mel. Vijaya Pant and me to Delhi. By this time Chandra Didi
had been elected chairperson and 1 vice-chairperson of the
"Bhagirathi Seven-Sisters Adventure Club".
In the capital. Chhote Chacha had organized a television
interviewfor us in the popular Ghar-Bahar programme. We were
also interviewed by three national dailies. The wIite-ups with our
photographs appeared the following morning. and when we were
shopping in Janpath. we were stopped by several young people
who asked. "Didn't 1see you onTV?" or"Are you the ladies whose
pictures 1 saw in the newspaper?"
Our small club. the Bhagirathi Seven-Sisters Adventure
Club. had already started making waves in the capital.
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ENCOUNTERS WITH THE FAMOUS
A
t the end ofAugust 1983 I was invited to the first Hima-
layan Mountaineering and Tourism Meet in New Delhi.
Over 200 delegates came, including many international
figures in the field of mountaineering. Though I was awed by the
presence of so many celebrities, I was also greatly inspired. Ac-
tually, my encounters with the famous were confined to the oc-
casional return of a smile when I physically bumped into one of
them in the crowded convention hall of the Taj Palace hotel.
I could not however keep my eyes off two super stars: the
legendary Sherpa Tenzing Norgay, who with Hillary was the first
man to reach the top of Everest, arid Japan's petiteJunkoTabei.
the first woman to have stepped on the highest pinnacle on earth.
I had admired Tenzing since I was a schoolgirl but now that
I was so near him I didn't have the courage to introduce myself.
Then the NIM doctor's wife, Sherry, asked me to join them for a
group photograph and I found myself standing next to Tenzing
himself. Though I wanted to talk to the Everest hero I was too
tongue-tied and a second later Tenzing was whisked away by
some fans.
Almost immediately afler the Meet Ijoined the final selection
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camp for the "Everest '84" expedition held on Mana mountain,
beyond Badrinath. Initially I ran a fever and had to stay back at
the Base Camp. I was worried that if I didn't get well and
complete the selection camp, I would not be considered for the
Everest team. That would be the end of my cherished dream. For-
tunately, I recovered qUickly and completely and was able to
catch up with the lost training schedule quite easily. During this
camp the stress was on practice and not the peak. However, I was
able to climb up to nearly 7,500 m. on Mana, my highest till then.
This camp was crucial for entry Into the Everest team so
everyone strove to do their best. All the others were experienced
mountaineers, I was the only novice. However, I felt that I had
acquitted myself well in technical climbing. physical effort and
in getting acclimatized to heights. Though I could not say where
I would stand In the fmal merit list, [ was confident about my
prowess as a climber.
When the camp was closed. the participants were required to
ferry loads to the road-head. The majority seemed full ofstrength
and vitality and many rushed down with their loads. I moved
carefully and kept a slow and steady pace. Major Prem Chand
saw me and remarked. "That is the pace you will have to keep on
Everest. Bachendri."
What could he mean? Could I dare hope I had made the
grade?
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THETEAM
O
urs was to be India's fourth expedition to Everest. The
first two in 1960 and 1962 had been turned back by bad
weather within 200 and 130 m. of the summit. In the
third, as many as nine climbers had scaled Everest.
Of the 170 or so people from allover the world, who had
climbed Everest only four had been women. But India's young
women had shown their mettle on many mountains. Three had
climbed the"Killer" Nanda Devi (7.816 m.) in 1981. Thus the
main aim of this expedition was to see at least one, and if
possible. more Indian women on the Everest summit.
I was on tenterhooks awaiting the announcement of the
Everest team. My family shared my tension and my brother
Bachan. himself a mountaineer. specially came home to be with
me. My chances of inclusion in the team were a subject of daily
discussion. I pinned my hopes on my performance which had
been generously lauded by my instructors. Besides, Col. Prem
Chand had not only dubbed me "Everest Material" in 1981, but
more recently had hinted that I might be included in the Everest
team.
According to the evening AIR news bulletin on 18 October.
1983, Col. D.K. Khullarhad been selected to lead the Everest ex-
pedition and the team would be announced the following morn-
ing. I heard the news at UUarkashi where I had been invited as
a guest instructor on a girls' Basic Mountaineering Course.
I hardly slept that night. Getting up well before suruise 1was
at the newspaper vendor's several hours before the boy came
with the packets of dailies. My heart in my mouth, I snatched a
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With A n ~ Dorjee and Lhatoo on southeast ridge
We started our downhilijourney at 1.55 p.m. I knew I would
have to be specially careful dUring the return trip, for more
accidents occurred on descending than when climbing up. But
I was unaware of one fundamental hazard. I took off my snow
goggles on the snowless and dark rocky patches assuming that
snowblindness was only caused by the glare of the sun's rays
reflected from the snow and, besides, the atmosphere was hazy.
Snowblindness however, Is due to strong ultraviolet rays at high
altitudes and has nothing to do with the snow or the glare.
I paid a heavy pIice for my ignorance. Both my eyes were
affected and I suffered intense pain. On our return to the camp
I had to take a sleeping-pill-the only one I had dUring my stay
on Everest.
Though Ang DOIjee moved fast, I found I was reasonably
sure-footed in downhill climbing, even at the veteran Sherpa's
pace. When we were still s o . ~ ' e distance from the South Col, to
my astonishment. I sawMagan Bissa coming up. It was danger-
ous to be on the exposed south-east ridge in the evening when
the temperature dropped sharply, besides the usual dangers of
height and environment. Blssa's rucksackwas filled with oxygen
cylinders and thermos flasks. He congratulated us and gave us
some hot drinks and juice.
Then he went up to help Lhatoo and Pulzor and gave themhot
dIinks. Pulzor had no oxygen mask so Bissa gave him his own.
Lhatoo reached the South Col at 6 p.m. while Bissa brought
Pulzor to safety on his ,'''pe at 7 p.m.
Ang DOIjee and I haJ arrived at the South Col at 5 p.m.
Everyone complimented us for doing the South Col-Summll-
South Col trip in only 10 hours 40 minutes, including the halt
at the top.
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As I was entering my tent I overheard Major KI Kumar talking
to Col. Khullar on the wireless. "Believe it or not. Sir: he said
excitedly. "Bachendri is already back in just three hours. And.
she looks as fresh as she was when she started climbing up this
morning."
After the cl1mb: the way back to South Col
THE AGONY OF FAME
T
he months following my return from Everest were bewil-
dertng. But the first week in Delhi was downright nerve-
racking. I had a packed 18-hour or longer daily schedule.
I was presented to VVIPs and there were press conferences,
speeches, addresses and interviews.
I received the IMF's coveted gold medal for excellence in
mountaineertng and numerous honours and accolades which I
cannot even remember. The Padma Shrl and prestigious Arjuna
Award were announced. Thefunctions and fuss were undeniably
gratifYing to the ego but were extremely exacting on the nerves
and body. I would have given anything for an uninterrupted 24-
hour sleep.
I would not say that I didn't enjoy being the focus ofattention
and praise but my greatest desire was to be with my parents and
sisters and brothers and meet the friends I had in my village,
Nakurl.
I set off from Delhi on a sultry June day and arrived at
R1shikesh after an eight-hour drive. As the car climbed up the hill
road, it began to pour. But despite the lashing rain, men, women
and children huddled by the wayside villages to welcome their
daughter who had, according to them, brought glory to Garhwal,
and to Bharat. They had also hastily put up welcome arches. I
was running far behind schedule as I halted to receive their
greetings and by the time I reached the distrtct border a large
crowd had been waiting for several hours to greet me. At 9 p.m.
the motorcade reached my village. Despite the rain, the entire
village seemed to have come out to welcome me. Beating drums,
blowing conches and wind instruments and chanting mantras,
talking and shouting they showered me with affection, each one
wishing to garland me.
As I pushed my way through the jostling crowd, my eyes
searched for two faces. Suddenly I saw them. My father and
mother were qUietly standing outside a thatch hut. They looked
utterly ovetwhelmed.
I ran to my mother and fell In her arms. Mother and daughter
held each other and cried and cried. I looked over my mother's
shoulder and sawthe blurred figure of my father also crying and
looking at me disbelievingly.
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