The rain intensifies. Now it also has snowflakes. The white elephant is parked on the side, and I am standing out, under the umbrella with one BRO soldier.
We stand at the side of the shack, approx 100 meters from the checkpost.
The other soldier, his senior has gone into a makeshift BRO shack for tea etc., and he is the loan warrior guarding the gateway to the promised land.
I can feel him softening.
I tell him, buddy, take my umbrella. Let me go, I will come back and take the umbrella from you. I get to go to Rohtang and you get to enjoy umbrella. But he is just grinning.
The zen and the qualis are parked a few meters way.
A Delhi police officers Endeavor meanwhile comes downwards. They were allowed to go(Police influence you see!).
I stop the officer and enquire about conditions up there. He tells me road is trecherous, but even 2WD should be able to make it. they went up till thick snow point and stopped their truck, played in snow and came back. I can feel the soldier soften up even more.
Soon the zen starts moving. I tell him, look they are going back, soon they will go away, and I will be the only one here. Atleast then you will let me go.
But hey wait a minute, the zen is moving towards the checkpost, and soon, they revv up and rush to the barrier.
For a moment the poor fauji is too dumbstruck to react, then he runs towards the checkpost. but cannot match the speed of the zen.
Guys from the back seat get out, throw the barrier on the side, and scoot towards rohtang.
Our BRO fauji can only whistle his whistle.
But how can a whistle stop somebody who did not stop for the barrier also.
the zen is on its way to Rohtang, we we look on dumbstruck.
His senior comes out, and is very very angry.
Some other BRO guys come, including a more senior officer, and he tells the soldiers to take down numbers of the qualis guys also, in case they also try to dash for it.
For some reason I am ignored.
The other BRO guys are also furious, and they decide to teach the zen guys a lesson when they come back.
"Aadhe raaste se rote huya wapas aa jayenge : They will come back weeping from half way" Says one of the soldiers.
They have come down after snow clearing from the top of the pass, and they say vehicles can come down because of gravity, but uphill its almost impossible due to heavy snow on tracks.
Even lahauli expert drivers make passengers get down, and push and shove to cross.
The mood in the air is full of anger, and I am seriously wondering about my chances.
Will we have to go back without seeing Rohtang?
The clock ticks by, and its past 5:30. I am standing under the umbrella on the road. The two soldiers who were at the checkpost are pointing at me while talking to their senior at the entrance of the BRO shack.
The wind is noisy, but I can make out words like (tee baari aaye hain)
The officer who is in partial plainclothes walks towards me and asks in chaste crisp Punjabi "Want to go to Rohtang".
I nod in glee. I also tell him that its a 4x4, and I will be very careful.
He tells me that some people don't have sense and just break barriers and go. Since we have been coming for so long and ours is a 4x4 we will be allowed to go.
He also tells me that if anybody asks up there how did we get permission, we should tell them that we were granted special permission because of 4x4!
Shaking hands and shouting thanks, I back up the white elephant. We will go to Rohtang. Reach the barrier, move it, move it back, and we trudge on to greet the storm!
Rohtaaaaaaaaaaaaaang Here we come!!!