Wild Wild East

How a young Parsi boy’s passion for nature is enthralling all age groups by offering travel experiences that are life altering.

“What made you leave your corporate job and focus on eco-travel in the North East?” I asked Piran, whom I huddled with in a tent at 10,000 feet above sea level with 10 other fellow trekkers and 2 bottles of rum to keep us warm. We were somewhere in the eastern Himalayas, ensconced in a pink and white (and every shade in between) rhododendron forest freezing our asses off.

“I found my job very dissatisfying,” he lamented over our candlelight dinner prepared by Firdos, a Nepali cook we had taken along. “The company had no leadership or vision, and going to work every day was drudgery,” he continued, adding a few endearing Parsi profanities. Eventually, he relinquished his fancy position as an IT executive and jumped at the opportunity to work for an NGO in the pristine climes of North Sikkim.

We were on the third day of our week-long adventure. A few days ago, we landed in Bagdogra, had hopped into three Innovas, and were driven 6 straight hours by budding Schumachers on serpentine roads along the edge of a cliff we were almost certain we were going to fall off. After having camped the night at a Sherpa Lodge, the next misty morning, we set off walking through woods whose beauty was reminiscent of those in Lord of the Rings.

We walked through dense foliage of bamboo and oak, breathing in the crispy air of the mountains until we reached our first campsite, pitched our tents, and set up a state-of-the-art toilet by digging a deep hole in the ground.

After having sipped on steaming hot thukpa (their famous noodle soup) and some more rum, it was time for dinner.

Piri, as we fondly call him, continued his story over dinner. “It was a community-based tourism project where I would work with the locals and help them develop alternate sources of livelihood,” he said with exuberant glee that brightened up our dining tent even more. “And then I got to work with the Bodo community in Assam. This community is prejudiced against as being violent and hostile but I haven’t seen kinder and nicer people,” he confessed giving us a previously unheard-of perspective of the place and its people. “That’s when I decided I want to show the North East to the world,” he said, munching on freshly cut jungle fruit for dessert. We went to sleep to the not-so-sonorous sounds of bells hung over the necks of grazing yaks and cows and some other animals that seemed like a mix of the two.

We woke up the next morning at 5 AM to streams of sunlight peering into our chamber and a full bloom of rhododendrons outside. We had been warned that we weren’t going to bathe for a week, but the rest of our morning ablutions were permitted. After sipping hot chai and gorging on a filling breakfast, we packed our bags and started our trek along a route encrusted with silver firs, whose branches nestled beautiful birds we could hear but not see. We swatted all kinds of unnamed bugs and insects that kept getting into our clothes, and reached our next campsite late into the day. We were on top of a ridge where we were supposed to get breath-taking views of the Khangchendzonga range, but couldn’t because of the thick mist. It was cold enough for us to simply imagine being surrounded by prodigious snow-capped mountains.

Over another freshly prepared hot meal, Piran told us more about his venture. “After travelling around most of the North East over two years, I started Kipepeo in 2010. Kipepeo is the Swahili word for butterfly. I just loved the name,” he said with joy. “The venture promotes responsible tourism and provides so many sustainable livelihood options for the people here,” he affirmed.

“Didn’t anyone deter you from leaving your comfort zone, a sizable income, and all the perks of city life to set up shop in the middle of nowhere?” I asked. “Your calling is your calling, it’s not a conference call,” he said, quoting Emmanuel Acho. “Only you know that pure passion that burns inside you. But I was blessed to have received the support I did from my family,” he concluded. We warmed our hands and other delicate parts of our anatomy over a campfire the Sherpas lit for us that was to burn through the night.

After a day of walking through slushy fields, we camped in a nearby valley the next night. It’s always colder down in the valleys than it is on the mountain tops, but the enthralling views of the sprawling landscape make up for it. Due to the altitude, some of us had headaches, some had body pain, others had blocked noses. I had diarrhea (but that was probably from drinking water from the wrong end of the stream), so I called it an early night – but not before following a rigorous schedule of zipping myself into the tent, putting on my gloves and woollen cap, and then zipping into my sleeping bag. All was well until I heard a rumble from deep within, signalling that I needed to unzip my sleeping bag, get a hold of my torch, and expeditiously walk to our hole in the ground, on the hour. Every hour. It was as if I was playing the ‘diarrhea song’ on loop – “When you’re climbing up the mountain and your butt becomes a fountain – Diarrhea! When you’re climbing up a tree and it trickles down your knee – Diarrhea! The temperature dropped closer to zero with each hour that passed by.

The next morning, I was drained. “I wonder why we put ourselves through these expeditions when we could have simply had a luxury holiday,” I groaned at Mr. Elavia over breakfast. He laughed and said, “I don’t only do hikes and treks. We conduct all kinds of experiences: cultural, wild-life, festival oriented. I can design a boutique experience for you if you’d like me to, but there’s something marvellous about roughing it out in the wilderness.” I couldn’t help but agree, but ever the ham, I loudly pronounced, “If I die here, I want rhododendron flowers at my funeral!” But I was okay soon after I had popped a few pills along with some coffee powder and sugar, and was even well enough the next day to walk up to the Indo-Nepal border, a treacherous plod upwards and a hard climb on boulders and rocks that seemed to get larger as we climbed higher.

Through the trek, we spent our evenings telling stories about each other’s lives. Six of the group were lawyers, and we also had a French teacher, an engineer, and someone who specialized in natural substances – I’ll leave that to your imagination. We invented indigenous card games and played Dumb Charades. It’s amazing how no matter which group you play the game with, through all ages or religions, someone will always suggest enacting the title How to Make Love to a Negro Without Getting Tired.

After spending the last night amidst thunder, lightning, and a heavy downpour from the Gods above, we made a steep descent down to civilization, and finally – finally! – had a hot water shower. I returned home exhausted but renewed. “How is walking for days in the wild like this any fun?” my aging mother asked me, perplexed by my mid-life pleasures. I lagoaed a dialogue I read somewhere to her: “These mountains that we are all carrying, we are only supposed to climb.”


If you want to explore the north east, you can reach Piran Elavia on +91 993 000 2412 or visit his website www.kipepeo.in

22 Comments on “Wild Wild East
  • Meena Kothari says:

    As always totally riveting read with something new to learn each time👍👍

  • Dr Indu Bansal says:

    Dr Mazda

    Everytime I read your writeups ,u leave me amazed
    .As u write ,u take the reader along with u on that journey. It’s just marvellous writing and i feel like going on an adventure trip myself .

  • Vipul shah says:

    Hello dearest Mazda sir

    Can see a different side of yours outside OT….

    Lovely to take a much desired break from Mumbai Routine…

    You are doing exactly what is the dream of many who can not fulfill their wishes due to some reason or other…

    Keep on spending time the way you like without bothering about worldly affairs
    God bless you sir to do whatever you like to do

  • Supriya Correa says:

    Neurosurgeons in the wild…!
    Good stuff, Maz. Perhaps one day the mountains will offer the best backdrop to write your book that we are all eagerly awaiting.

  • Phillie Karkaria says:

    Nice experiences which will last for a lifetime. Good article that epitomises a sense of adventure in today’s youth!

  • Godfrey Coelho says:

    Besides a skilled clinician ,you keep the child in you intact 👍 kudos Dr Mazda

  • Anjali Patki says:

    Loved the mountain dialogue at the end, and in general loved all the rest of the narrative, beginning, mid, in between….in short… wonderfully written, it was like being on that treck..

  • Dr. Pradip Kumar Tiwari says:

    Great effort and experience. Go for a trek to Dzukou Valley. You will love it

  • Mrs sunaina saraf says:

    Hello sir,

    So good to see u taking a chill break!
    Simply enthralling & beautiful mountain views
    Loved ur journey
    Take care & be safe

    Warm regards!
    Mrs sunaina saraf

  • T George Koshy says:

    Loved your descriptions..Diarrhoea..if u r climbing up a mountain and ur butt is a fountain..😂😂..beautiful photos too..great piece of writing for a Sunday afternoon..👍👍

  • Nauzer Tarachand says:

    Great effort outstanding lovely write up and beautiful pictures. God Bless U.

  • Faredoon Bhujwala says:

    Wow sounds like a delightful trip. It’s been years since I hiked in the mountains but that exhilaration is unbeatable and incomparable. Thanks for the well written descriptions which was like walking in a flash back for me!

  • Burzin Panthaki says:

    Truly amazing writing. A great journey thru some amazing landscape. Loved the diarrhea bit.

  • Chandan Sanjana says:

    What a great experience over all. One needs to be brave and adventurous to go through something like this. Great sacrifices too like not having a hot water shower, dig a hole to relieve yourself..-
    and to top it all getting loosey’s. That would be enough to drive me to desperation.
    What a great experience for you and the other grace hearts to go through this wonderful experience.
    Admire this Piran Elavia to give up a kushi and comfortable life to do what he does Bringing others to Sharing his passion in bringing others together to enjoy this wonderful experience with nature.
    All said and done it must be a great relief to be back home with the family and the luxury of being home. Happy for you for having such a great time and playing the ever green dumb charades.

  • Rita singh says:

    Great experience doctor! We can see a very different side of u here in this little story. Many of us would like to experience this part of nature, but to b able to go thru the inconveniences of daily life necessities is not possible for most of us. Anyway it’s great fun for those of adventures temperament. Thanks for sharing ur expedition with ur readers.

  • Gool Kotwal says:

    One travelled up the mountains & down the valleys with you relishing every moment of your exihileration and experiencing your discomfort.
    At this stage of our lives we live to take vicarious pleasure from other people’s experiences.

  • Germaine Boatwala says:

    Goodness! You are brave! To undertake such a mission requires physical and mental fitness. I wouldn’t dare! Quite a scenic journey, despite the aches and pains and despotic insects (yeeooww!) and traumatic diarrhea today boot. Enjoyed the pictures. And the medley of descriptive aria’s; it was like a donkey ride up and down rugged slopes😁. I’m sure everyone’s heart and brain must have got a refresher course. Thanks for sharing this idyll.

  • Germaine Boatwala says:

    Apologies for my phone’s auto-correct. I call it e-diarrhea!

  • Marzian Mowji says:

    Wow. I had a similar experience when I was much much younger. Travelled through Badrinath, Kedarnath, Rishikesh, and surrounding areas. We stayed in Tents and pooped in holes etc. I had a good time but was exhaustipated on my return. I was away for a month and needed a week to recover from it. It was a great time but only for once in my life time. I cannot do it again.

  • Vijayalaxmi Shetty says:

    Your write up was very interesting to read. I liked the way your description on diarrhoea. You need a great will power to leave the corporate job and go trekking. I came to know about you thru Doreen D’Sa of South Bombay.

  • Vijayalaxmi Shetty says:

    Your write up was very interesting to read. I liked the way your description on diarrhoea. You need a great will power to leave the corporate job and go trekking. I came to know about you thru Doreen D’Sa of South Bombay. We just went to North and East Sikkim with her and returned back yday. Fantastic trip.

  • Di says:

    I am so jealous after reading this article lol.. i have been to Sikkim but it was a short trip and i couldn’t go trekking… saw beautiful mountains! Fresh air but the long drives up and down the mountain, going round and round and round gave me a headache sometimes… Sikkim is the only place i hav visited in North East… i would love to explore North East someday… i felt bad for you reading about your diarrhea fiasco but it is an experience you will never forget lol. Lovely pictures


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