Mantra Himalaya

Mantra Himalaya “Have you ever wondered what it would be like living in a village in the mountains of Ladakh or how would the life of a nomad in the Tibetan plateau be?
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Carving a niche for itself in the travel industry of Ladakh, Mantra caters to a wide array of travelers from all over the world. At Mantra, we do not “sell” packages. We help you experience Ladakh as it is. We help you create experiences in Ladakh that one can only imagine! Be it a visit to an oracle for some fortune telling or spending a few days with some young children living life on the thresh

old of monkhood. Mantra paves ways for new and culturally different experiences. Tourism activities are not the only aim at Mantra, we would like for you to see, observe and understand the Ladakhi way of life….”

26/06/2023

🇬🇧 India, Day #1: me and my team arrived, after 30h of travel, and 3 plane changes, in Ladakh 🇮🇳 I think it was the most tiring journey of my life. We are staying at 3600m, breathing is short and we need to adapt to the area.
, our guide, took care of us... now we have to rest, and from tomorrow we will be at work.

🇮🇹 India, giorno #1: Io e il mio team siamo arrivati, dopo 30h di viaggio, e 3 cambi di aereo, in Ladakh 🇮🇳 Penso sia stato il viaggio più faticoso della mia vita. Alloggiamo a 3600mt, il respiro è affannoso e necessitiamo di adattamento al territorio. , la nostra guida, si è presa cura di noi... ora dobbiamo riposare, e da domani saremo al lavoro.

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19/02/2021
29/02/2020

With wild, open pastures, intoxicating lavender fields hidden amidst rolling hills, and brackish basins that give refuge to migratory birds, the wintry hinterland of Changthang stretches far and wide.

Within these unchartered northern plains lies a world that has endured in its natural and raw state. A world where the treachery of the terrain challenges its imposing beauty. A world that the nomads of Changpa call home.

Journey through the breathtaking valleys and wetlands of Changthang, live amidst its nomads, and be humbled by the great expanse of the Tibetan plateau.

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Tonight, as the moon begins anew, turn yourself inward. Recharge. Listen to a beautiful song and let it fill your heart....
23/02/2020

Tonight, as the moon begins anew, turn yourself inward. Recharge. Listen to a beautiful song and let it fill your heart. We recommend Coke Studio’s Husna, a stirring song by Hitesh Sonik and Piyush Mishra.

This song is a love letter from Javed to Husna, two lovers who have been ripped apart by the tragedy of the 1947 partition. In his letter, Javed attempts to understand how his world is different from the world that Husna now inhabits.

He asks, “Do the leaves fall in Pakistan the same as they do here? Does the sun rise there the same as it does here in Hindustan?” He laments the destruction brought on by the conflict and, in a heart wrenching last line, inquires “Does Pakistan shed tears at night, the same as Hindustan?”

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A special leak from episode 2 of Coke Studio @ MTV S2! Watch it here even before it appears on TV! Hitesh had heard Piyush Mishra sing this song 15 years bac...

The bow and arrow represent more than a practice that has been passed down for millennia. They are also Buddhist symbols...
22/02/2020

The bow and arrow represent more than a practice that has been passed down for millennia. They are also Buddhist symbols that can be found scattered throughout the art and mythology of this ancient land.

Clasped in the hands of gods that are illustrated on temple walls. Sung about during renditions of classic folk tales. Celebrated within sacred religious texts.

The arrow is even more ubiquitous in Tibetan Buddhist customs than the bow. A ritual arrow is wrapped in ceremonial silken scarfs and enshrined in the temple that most Ladakhis have at home.

This arrow is used to mark significant events in a person’s life. The birth of a child. The bride leaving her home to be married.

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Kushok Bakula Rinpoche, the head of the Pethup Gonpa in Spituk, taking aim during an archery festival in Samkar.Photo by...
19/02/2020

Kushok Bakula Rinpoche, the head of the Pethup Gonpa in Spituk, taking aim during an archery festival in Samkar.

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17/02/2020

The crisp air swells with excitement as villagers, dressed proudly in their traditional clothes, arrive at the community clearing. They greet one another with affection, talking and teasing, before breaking away into groups as if pulled by invisible magnets.

Men, both young and old, inspect their bow and arrows while eying the mound of mud and ice that is to be their target. Women huddle around the fire, stirring pots and topping glasses of roasted barley wine while preparing for the day’s feast. Children run amok, playing games, dancing, and soaking in the sun.

Enchanting folk music begins to flow from the daman and the surna, filling the open spaces between the soaring mountains to mark the beginning of the festival. Arrows fly. The older men regale their younger counterparts with stories from the years past. Copious amounts of the local wine is consumed, and as the sun continues its journey westwards, the aims become less true.

Archery festivals, celebrated within many of its villages, are rooted in Ladakh’s history. While this land used to be inaccessible during the long winter months, it was vulnerable to attacks from outsiders in the summer. Hence, the warriors would come out in early spring to practice and perfect their archery skills.

Gradually, as bows and arrows ceased to be the weapons of choice, these gatherings transformed into community festivals where villagers coordinated the sowing of their fields and discussed the sharing of cattle while ploughing. This is why most archery festivals are held in early spring.

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Among the stories etched deeply into the surfaces of our world are five thousand year old tales of ancient archers.Hunte...
13/02/2020

Among the stories etched deeply into the surfaces of our world are five thousand year old tales of ancient archers.

Hunters atop horses, with their bowstrings pulled back, aiming determinedly towards wild yaks. Herds of ibex, with their gracefully curved horns, galloping away from the arrows flung towards them.

To the nomads of that age, their bows and arrows provided them with both protection and sustenance. After, when the people began to settle and work the land, these same tools became the instruments of warriors, and later the sportsmen of Ladakh.

Archery has become so imbibed in this culture that you find it in local folk songs, old stories, annual festivals, and marriage traditions that exist to this day.

Photo by: Quentin Devers

09/02/2020

Tonight, as the moon builds to its fullness, allow your body to fill with gratitude. Release what no longer serves you. Watch a beautiful movie and let it inspire you.

We recommend Dead Poets Society starring the always delightful Robin Williams. He plays John Keating, an unorthodox English teacher who, through the philosophies of the authors he introduces to his class, encourages his students to pursue their dreams and seize the day.

Once spring awakens the fields that lay patiently in the lap of the Himalayas, they quickly fill with the sounds of work...
06/02/2020

Once spring awakens the fields that lay patiently in the lap of the Himalayas, they quickly fill with the sounds of work, laughter and song.

Children jump eagerly on to the backs of donkeys, riding them between their home and the farm while balancing sacks filled with fertilizer from the Ladakhi dry compost toilet.

Adults work the fields, using cattle to plow and sow crops of golden wheat and barley. Their voices echo through the valleys as they sing to the seeds to take root, to the weather to stay true, and to the earth to be generous with its bounty.

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As nature begins to burgeon with life, flocks of birds that had flown to warmer lands for the winter undertake extraordi...
03/02/2020

As nature begins to burgeon with life, flocks of birds that had flown to warmer lands for the winter undertake extraordinary voyages.

The mighty bar-headed geese soar high above the towering Himalayas to reach the grasslands and crop fields of Ladakh.

The majestic black necked cranes glide into the land of high passes to breed and nest in its marshes and meadows.

Both are joined by diverse avifauna, all of them feasting on insects and plants that have come alive for spring.

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Black necked crane photo from: @ Ladakh, India

While the apricot blossoms herald the beginning of spring, it is the water that flows through this cold desert that infu...
31/01/2020

While the apricot blossoms herald the beginning of spring, it is the water that flows through this cold desert that infuses it with life.

Crests of waves that stood frozen through the long winter thaw and break, giving way to the gurgling rivers that wind through Ladakh. The winter’s snow atop ancient glaciers begins to melt too, forming cold shallow streams that gush down to the villages.

Where water touches soil, there is a burst of life. Blades of grass turn green. Wildflowers bloom. Butterflies flap their iridescent wings. Grasshoppers sing.

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By mid-March, the anticipation of spring peaks. Eyes begin to dart expectantly towards the naked trees, hoping to find r...
28/01/2020

By mid-March, the anticipation of spring peaks. Eyes begin to dart expectantly towards the naked trees, hoping to find relief from the imposing browns and reds of the barren Ladakhi landscape.

Apricot trees are the first to awaken from the winter slumber. Soft pink flower buds hug the branches before swelling and bursting with white and dark pink flower petals. The delicate apricot blossoms that laden the trees are a feast for the soul, casting a magical glow wherever they grow.

Tonight, as the moon begins anew, turn yourself inward. Recharge. Pick up a beautiful book and let it fill your heart.We...
25/01/2020

Tonight, as the moon begins anew, turn yourself inward. Recharge. Pick up a beautiful book and let it fill your heart.

We recommend The Forty Rules of Love by the Turkish novelist Elif Shafak. In this book, she unfolds two tantalizing parallel narratives - one contemporary and the other set in the thirteenth century, when Rumi encoutered his spiritual mentor, the whirling dervish known as Shams of Tabriz - that together incarnate the poet's timeless message of love.

At a dizzying altitude of over three thousand meters above sea level lies Gupuks, a natural pond that freezes over durin...
24/01/2020

At a dizzying altitude of over three thousand meters above sea level lies Gupuks, a natural pond that freezes over during peak winter months. Friends, teammates, and soon to be competitors abandon the warmth of their homes to occupy pieces of this frozen water and ready themselves for Ladakh’s ice hockey season.

Seasoned players mingle with beginners as their skates cut through the ice and their hockey sticks dance across the glistening surface. Droves of people, bundled up in several layers of clothes, brave the chilling outdoors to cheer them on during tournaments.

In the few short decades since ice hockey was introduced to Ladakh, it has become the central winter sport in the region. In fact, the Indian ice hockey team is comprised almost entirely of Ladakhi men and women, who proudly represent their country on an international stage.

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21/01/2020

Sikiting has been a favorite winter amusement for generations of Ladakhi children. They zealously scavenge for pvc pipes and discarded ammunition boxes to design the fastest sled, and carefully pierce giant hot nails through willow branches to construct the steering apparatus.

They rush, happily and breathlessly, to the frozen lakes and streams near their homes. Eyeing the competition as they secure themselves on the sled. Inhaling. Bending forward. The nail of their steering device pressing against the icy cover, ready to dart across the gleaming surface and into the great expanse.

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The illusion of the quiet Ladakhi village, standing still as if painted in a wintry landscape, breaks beneath the brilli...
18/01/2020

The illusion of the quiet Ladakhi village, standing still as if painted in a wintry landscape, breaks beneath the brilliant afternoon sun. People wander out of their homes, converging into small groups as they breathe in the crisp air, turn their faces towards the sunlight, and partake in the most common winter activity: spinning wool.

They converse at leisure as their tilted willow spindle whirs eagerly in a cup, turning wool to thread. Little fluffs of sheep and yak wool, overflowing from their sacks, fall to the ground like fresh snow. Children that are playing nearby pick these up to fashion white mustaches and beards for their elaborate games.

Formidable winters, and an absence of ready-made fabrics till a few decades ago, has made the act of spinning inseparable from an older Ladakhi’s identity. It is so intrinsic to Ladakhi culture that people carry wool in their pockets, casually rotating the spindle as they walk around the market or take their livestock grazing.

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In winter, the Ladakhi landscape strips down to its barest form. The trees stand naked against howling subzero winds, ic...
15/01/2020

In winter, the Ladakhi landscape strips down to its barest form. The trees stand naked against howling subzero winds, icy sheets cover pristine rivers and lakes, and the only respite from the expanse of brown and crimson barren land are the snowcapped peaks.

To a lay observer, life appears to stand still when it is, in fact, immersed in a season of renewal. Families gather at home as adults recuperate from months of toiling in their fields and prepare for the year to come. Children, who often attend schools in villages not their own, return to be reunited with their loved ones.

The entire household moves into the winter kitchen, which also serves as the living room. They huddle around a wood and dung burning stove, resting on warm woolen carpets and sipping salty butter tea. Sounds of chatter, songs, and a softly whistling water kettle fill the room as families work in tandem to prepare meals using carefully stored produce from the previous summer. Friends and relatives visit often, with treats of apricot seeds and homemade fermented barley wine - both an allusion to the bountiful spring that is to follow.

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11/01/2020

As the first full moon of the new decade fills the night skies tonight, we share with you the thoughtful poetry of Kaveri Patel. It is a gentle reminder to pause amidst the frenzy of everyday. To look within. And to nurture your inner peace.

DEAR YOU
by Kaveri Patel

Dear you,
You who always have
so many things to do
so many places to be
your mind spinning like
fan blades at high speed
each moment always a blur
because you’re never still.

I know you’re tired.
I also know it’s not your fault.
The constant brain-buzz is like
a swarm of bees threatening
to sting if you close your eyes.
You’ve forgotten something again.
You need to prepare for that or else.
You should have done that differently.

What if you closed your eyes?
Would the world fall
apart without you?
Or would your mind
become the open sky
flock of thoughts
flying across the sunrise
as you just watched and smiled.

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When did you last make time for introspection?To ponder the lost arts, or hum the forgotten folk songs of yesteryears.To...
08/01/2020

When did you last make time for introspection?

To ponder the lost arts, or hum the forgotten folk songs of yesteryears.

To revisit your favorite book, or take a long walk underneath a sky brimming with stars.

Nourish your soul, constantly and unconditionally.

Feel the boundless air swirling around you rise, and transform into breath. Let your body swell with life, allowing the ...
05/01/2020

Feel the boundless air swirling around you rise, and transform into breath. Let your body swell with life, allowing the shackles of the past and the future to fall away. Embrace the moment you currently inhabit.

As the moon builds to its fullness, and wanes to begin anew, we dispatch a message of love and light hoping to inspire r...
03/01/2020

As the moon builds to its fullness, and wanes to begin anew, we dispatch a message of love and light hoping to inspire reflection.

And a pause.

To take a step back to contemplate the bigger picture and be an observer of things, not merely a doer of them.

The moon’s celestial dance aligns stars, tosses tides, affects our biological rhythms, and envelopes the world in its lu...
29/12/2019

The moon’s celestial dance aligns stars, tosses tides, affects our biological rhythms, and envelopes the world in its luminescence. Since the time it was worshipped in Ladakh, the moon has maintained balance in this ancient land. Its waxing and waning lunar light has marked our history, pulling everything together with more than just gravity.

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“Have you ever suddenly become aware of a background noise that had been going on for some time unnoticed? Or have you e...
26/12/2019

“Have you ever suddenly become aware of a background noise that had been going on for some time unnoticed? Or have you ever woken up just moments before your alarm clock went off, as if an inner force had lifted you from slumber? That was mindfulness.” – Michael Webb

On the first new moon of the Ladakhi New Year, we urge you to pause, reflect and remember to revisit the keepsake of your inner peace.

Painting by: Sreenihal Pouka

Phyang Tsedup 2019. Phyang festival is held every year on the 2nd and 3rd day of the 6th month of Tibetan calendar to ce...
31/07/2019

Phyang Tsedup 2019.
Phyang festival is held every year on the 2nd and 3rd day of the 6th month of Tibetan calendar to celebrate Lama Jigten Gombo, the founder or Drikung sect. A huge thangka of the founder is revealed along with masked dances and prayers.

  ・・・Memoirs of the roof of the world. A part of the North Western Tibetan and Eastern Ladakh plateau, Changthang is the...
16/07/2019


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Memoirs of the roof of the world. A part of the North Western Tibetan and Eastern Ladakh plateau, Changthang is the highest and largest plateau in the world. The wilderness of Changthang is the breeding grounds for some endangered migratory birds with its vast highlands and gaint lakes and is home to rare flora and fauna. Once ruled by the ancient Zhangzhung kingdom, Changthang later became a part of Tibetan empire. Last week I had the opportunity to explore this region with the amazing . Will be sharing photos and stories from the trip during the next few days :) .

Hanle Monastery, the oldest monastery of Drukpa sect of Tibetan Buddhism in Ladakh on a raining evening in Changthang pl...
14/07/2019

Hanle Monastery, the oldest monastery of Drukpa sect of Tibetan Buddhism in Ladakh on a raining evening in Changthang plateau.

  ・・・In the vast wetlands of changthang, nomads travel with their flocks of goat and sheep. While much has changed in th...
13/07/2019


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In the vast wetlands of changthang, nomads travel with their flocks of goat and sheep. While much has changed in the world and Ladakh, these beautiful landscapes remain untouched.
Hanle, July 2019.

03/07/2019


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Back online after a few nights without any connexion to the modern world... It was cold... it was above 4750m above the sea level. It was a few nights with nomads... I 'll try to share more soon...

01/07/2019


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Changpa people are a nomadic community living in Ladakh. They raise yak, sheep and goats and shift location depending on the availability of grass. Here is their temporary settlement for approximately 20 days...

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