Surpassing the Sar Pass

Note: This writeup is intended mainly for those who are actually interested in going for this trek in the future. Hence, you'll find a lot of mindless details in here. Regarding photographs, all of them are of around 1200px wide, so click on the individual images for larger viewing. Feel free to download them. I encourage you to use them for educational purpose (if any), but as with my other images, please ask me before using/ posting them anywhere else.  

Late March, I decided to enroll for the Youth Hostel Association of India's Sar Pass (Himachal Pradesh) 2011 trek. I did consider their Saurkundi trek, but there seemed to be a consensus that Sar Pass is more beautiful and more difficult. Though many of my friends showed initial interest, they eventually dropped out of the plan. Only a friend- Juhi and I were left. By the time we enrolled, all batches till 19^th of May were full. So I enrolled for the 21^st. The batch was SP_21. Reporting venue was a village called Kasol. After checking for train routes, and asking queries on Indiamike forum, we realized that the optimum route was as follows:

Pune-Nizamuddin: Goa Express

Nizamuddin-New Delhi (ISBT Kashmere Gate): Bus

ISBT Kashmere Gate-Bhuntar: Direct bus to Manali; get down at Bhuntar

Bhuntar to Kasol: local Bus

However, inspite of booking the train tickets more than 45 days before the travel day, our status, at the time of chart preparation, was W/L 5,6! Finally had to book by Tatkal. I have never found New Delhi very hospitable to strangers. At least not the way Mumbai is. People actually just stare at you or grunt and walk away without answering even simplest of your queries. Anyways, at ISBT, we came across an old man who advised us to go to Chandigarh and from there, board a bus to Manali. He was so convincing in stating that we made a mistake by wanting to take a direct bus, that we decided to follow his suggestion. There, changing a well made plan at the last moment is always risky! Once at Chandigarh, we got down at Sector 17, then had to rush to Sector 43 from where buses to Manali leave. It was already 9pm. Now we had no option but to board whichever bus came first. The one that came had only two seats vacant and those too were next to the driver. The bus had come from Dehra Dun and was packed. There was absolutely no room for luggage and hence we had to keep our luggage with ourselves and sleep on them. After spending a very uncomfortable, sleepless night, we reached Bhuntar at around 5.15am. From there Kasol was 1 hour bus ride away.

River along the Base camp

On reaching Kasol, the bus dropped us at YHAI Base camp, which was right next to the rapids of Parwati river. The location of the camp is simply beautiful. You can't ignore the constant rushing sound of the river. The receptionist greeted us with a big smile. We were asked to fill a movement chart, an identity card and submit our medical certificate form. People, please fill the form provided by YHAI alone, else you will be asked to go to a doctor some 9kms away and get the form filled, as 3-4 of our batch mates had to do. YHAI doesn't accept any other medical certificate but theirs. By 7.30am, breakfast was ready. Food was very simple and bland, but good considering the expenses and the camp population. Every batch consists of around 50 trekkers and at the basecamp, there are atleast 4 batches at any given time. Don't forget to bring along our own plate and bowls. Washing the plates is not a good experience as the water used for washing is the one pumped from the adjoining river and is full of suspended particles. Its color is all muddy. Plus, the water is chilling and one tries to get done with washing utensils ASAP. As washing powder gets over soon, try cleaning with soil or use a tissue paper instead to clean off the oil stains. One member was smart and had plastic sheets on the plate. Thus the plate didn't get dirty and all she had to do was throw away the sheet in the dustbin.

During the acclimatization walk 

There is nothing to do on the first day except report and rest. I was accomodated in a tent full of SP_20 trekkers. Aparantly, SP_21 members came very late and a few came the next day. So if you are pressed on time (such as getting leave and all), then you can skip the first day. The only events (apart from morning exercises and other routine events like camp fire) for the second day are a 3 hour acclimatization walk in the nearby woods and an orientation session. The walk is enjoyable and refreshing. You walk mostly beneath the trees and henc even if it is sunny outside, you feel the pleasent cool wind. We were issued a backpack, two blankets and a sleeping sheet before the walk and we were made to carry this and a litre water bottle for the walk. There is a chance that you might feel awefully tired during this walk alone and have immediate doubts about completing the actual trek. If this happens, just rubbish these thoughts out of your head. Don't overthink. That should be your mantra for the trek. Orientation session was informative. A lot of suggestions, warnings were given- regarding behaviour, clothes to wear, things to take for the trek etc. Be open to all suggestions.

I've come to realize that it is impossible to know what is the right gear to carry unless you actually carry it. So unless you have trekked in the himalaya before and are set regarding gears, better carry a little more. We were told that rain sheets, which can be bought in the base camp or in the Kasol market for Rs.40-100/- are enough to protect you from the rains. There are people who have successfully used them and who vouch for them. But my rainsheet got torn in the first 10 minutes from the market! We bought rain jacket and rain pants for INR 250/-, all the while cursing why I din't bring my jacket from Pune! One advantage of wearing a long raincoat or jacket-pant pair is your hands are free to move. Though same is true with the rainsheet, in heavy winds and rains, you need to actually hold it onto you. Also, later on in the trek, you are supposed to slide on the snow for about 2kms. A rain pants is extremely useful for this as it prevents your pants (and thermal, if you are wearing one) from getting wet. My advice- get your own sturdy raincoat from home and buy the rainsheet from the base camp for 50/- in order to cover your bag. While going to sleep, ensure that your shoes are inside the tent else, they will get wet due to due! Buy a candle from the Kasol market and rub it on the outside of the shoes to make them waterproof. Bring a pair of woolen socks or buy them from the market for around 100/-. Wearing them during night keeps feet warm. Shoes form the single most important item. I had got Quechua Forclaz 500 Ventiv following suggestions from Indiamike forum members (there is a long thread there on alpine trekking shoes, do visit it). My friend wore Forclaz 100 Lady and found it comfortable enough. Indeed, though everybody recommends a Forclaz 500, if on budget, do consider Forclaz 100. If you become a member of decathlon.in, you can get it for INR 700 instead of INR 2000. As a decathlon member, my shoes had cost me INR 2500 instead of INR 3500. Of course hunter shoes from Bata and other local manufacturers are also recommended, but I don't find them comfortable to use. In case you go without a good trekking shoes, you can buy hunter for about INR 250 at the Base Camp or in the market.

Base camp at before dawn

The third day involved a rock climbing session. The rockface was 25feet tall, all natural (quartzite with fractures) We were made to climb using these cracks/fractures. It was considerably difficult for a number of reasons. First, it was not an ideal rockface for first timers, which majority of our batchmates were. The cracks were too small and too wide apart and for people below 5.5”, where in majority of the ladies fell, getting a grip was next to impossible. Secondly the shoes which we all were wearing were high cut, hardcore trekking shoes. It was downright stupid of YHAI trainers to expect someone to do rockclimbing in these! As my shoe was a number larger than my feet, my toe was about an inch smaller than the shoe, making it almost useless to get any grip. Also, after a point, there was simple no notch in the rock and we were expected to simply leave all grip and leap upward and try getting hold of the rockface top! Of course there was a rope and ultimately the trainers had to help almost each one of us. I got severe cramps due to rock climbing as I had to use all my strength. (I do endurance training but not weight training!) My advice, don't try too hard during rock climbing, it is somewhat pointless and might jeopardize fitness for the trek! But do try sincerely and follow all the instructions given by the trainers, they are very useful. Another activity was rapelling. It was a piece of cake for almost all of my batch. Remaining of the day went in planning the gear for the trek. It was our last chance of buying things from the market.

A Pashmini lamb while on the way to Grahan

We left for the trek on the fourth day. It our first destination was a village called Grahan. I was down with fever, cold, severe headache and body cramps. The initial walk through the woods was very pleasent. However, after a few hours, once we came out on the open patch, we were hit by the glaring sun. It was downright hot and going got very tough. Almost all of my batchmates rate Grahan trek as the most difficult one of all. (Note: There is no need to carry more than a litre of water. The route is almost always along the stream/ river and one can refill the bottle anytime. Make sure to add a drop of chlorine to the water. ) We heard that a member of the previous batch suffered from acute dihearrea, so much so that he was shitting blood! Of course he had to go back. On our way to Grahan, we met Meenakshi, a young porter from Grahan. I was taken aback to hear that many trekkers hire porters during the trek. Initially I thought it betrayed the very concept of trekking. But then I considered that it is obviously justified for someone who wishes to travel, rather than trek through the Sar Pass. About 5 members of our batch hired Meenakshi's services. Along with her was her sister in law- Reena who shared the baggage with her. Grahan village comes before the YHAI camp. Many of the localites offer hot water bath and charging point for cellphone/ camera batteries. We couldn't do both because we were very late. However if you keep a fast pace initially, you will not only be able to have bath and get your batteries charged, but also avoid the sun for good. During our trek to Grahan, we saw Lammergier, the majestic bird whom I had seen in Yamunotri during the Great Himalayan Bird Count 2009. I was to see it again during the Padri and Ratapani trek routes. Himalayan Griffons were also frequently seen.

Grahan campsite after sunset

Once at Grahan, I was literally fuming with fever. Batchmates helped me with an array of pills. I had sponge bath at a nearby stream and then had hot maggi at a canteen (actually a small hut) beside our tents. Felt much better. I had taken along my D80, 18-135mm lens, extra battery and a tripod. The evening light was good and I got a few nice exposures. Tried doing star photography at night, but batchmates unknowingly ruined my shots with their torches. I was still feeling weak. Also, night photography consumes a lot of battery and I was unsure as to how fast the batteries will drain and exactly how much photography opportunities will arise throughout the trek. So I decided to rest and continue with night photography during later nights. The camp leader provided with two blankets and a comfy sleeping bag. I had a sound sleep.

A stream on the way to Padri.
This is my attempt at a realistic looking HDR

Next day I felt much better. My brain was able to grasp things as normal. Our next destination was Padri. There is no village at site and the camp is located in wilderness. The trek is 100% forest trek so was very comfortable. The descend from Grahan to a lower altitude is very steep and the soil is all organic-humus and soggy. But we didn't encounter any leeches (I like getting bit by them!). As all expected the route to be a very exhaustive one like that on the previous day, we were pleasently surprised to reach padri within no time! The camp site is beautiful and we get awesome view of snow clad peaks and that of Nagaru- our later camp point. It did rain, and because of that, the night was very cold. Apart from the camp food, I had maggi at the canteen and got the warmth from the chulha. Others had omlets at the same. During orientation session, we were told that our body requires a lot more calories while trekking and hence we were all adviced to eat more. However, I found that I felt much better by eating less! I used to have only one roti, half a cup dalhia, only a few spoonful of rice and dal. And of course maggi at the lunch point. I had no problems whatsoever and I think this diet actually helped me a lot throughout. I had fantastic sleep at night and was very fresh the next morning.

Camp site, Padri

Ratapani was our next camp site and the route was relatively quite long. I carried a friend's bag for considerable time. However I was feeling quite well and was breathing right and didn't feel tired at all. At Ratapani, we were given awesome Delhi style Chola Bhatura for breakfast, thank to our Delhieite Camp leader Mr. Gupta.

Mist and Peaks, while on the way to Nagaru

During Ratapani- Nagaru trek

On the route to Nagaru, out next camp site, we spotted jungle rats- beautiful hare/rat like animals who feed on the available vegetation. I later googled them to find that they are Indian Pika.The trek to Nagaru was magical. We were amidst clouds and the the breeze was cool and pleasent. I also came across the first ever snow on the way! I'll never forget that moment. I was just frantically grabbing as much snow as I could, having no definite plans regarding what to do with it! I didn't wish to part with it. But then someone pointed that I'll get plenty of snow in Nagaru, only then did I continue with my trek.

Nagaru camp was at a serious elevation. It was amidst snow. The terrain gradient was steep. Tents were all inclined and people were sliding on to eachother while sleeping. We went to bed quite early- at around 7.30pm. We woke up at 2.30am and left for Sar Pass by 4. Reason being, snow starts melting as the day proceeds and in that condition, snow becomes scarily slippery. Hence we had to avoid this by crossing Sar Pass at the earliest.  

A panorama of sunset at Nagaru camp

The start of the Sar Pass trek. 4am!

 Thankfully the weather was pleasant and the sky was clear. By the time we reached a mid point, the dawn was breaking and I could see the mountain peaks, which rose above the clouds, glitter in the Sun's golden glory. A magnificent view! Soon enough, the actual snow trek began. We had two sherpas and a localite- Khem Thakur to help us. Sherapas used to dig their feet in the snow and make a step-like way for us. We had to step exactly in their step. The problem was their feet were just too small for most of us and we could barely fill our toes in their entire footsteps. Still it was manageable.

Peaks being kissed by the first of the sun rays

Sherpa is busy texting his girlfriend at 5am!

As I was busy taking pictures, I would almost always fall

behind and sometimes my fellow batchmates used to

 look no larger than tiny specs

A snowscape

Crossing of Sar Pass

'Sar' from Sar Pass actually means a lake. We did see a few frozen lakes like the one in the above panorama

Everybody was carrying walking sticks for additional support. Being left-handed, I was holding my stick towards the valley side and my body was inclined towards it rather than being against it. While the Sherpas asked me to hold the stick in my right hand, I didn't really have any problem holding it left-handed. Quite a few members slipped towards valley, but they used to slide a few feet and then stop. Then the Sherpas used to skate towards them and bring them along. Just at the end of the Sar Pass, right before biskeri top, there is a steep climb. A few members had difficulty in climbing this.  

Snow forms a beautiful photography subject. An abstract snowscape

Mist and summits

Crossing of Sar Pass; towards Biskeri top

Another snowscape

The last, steep climb before Biskeri top

Yet another one

Khem Thakur

 Once on top, the descend began. The terrain was so steep that one has no option but to slide down for 2-3 kms! Yes its a one big long slide on snow with your bag. Don't forget to unfast the waist and chest belt of your bag. 

Me with Meenakshi Di

And then zooom! I enjoyed the slide a lot. As I was wearing rain pants which offered very little friction as opposed to the jeans which most people were wearing, I slided at breathtaking speed. I had the option of slowing down by thursting my feet in snow but I didn't. Before I knew, it was over as I reached gentler slope. I got up quickly as to avoid being collided by the next person down the slide. I didn't feel like removing my camera. I missed quite a few good shots. Though I enjoyed it, sliding was actually quite dangerous. A lot of snow had melted in previous days and many rocks were being exposed. A few batchmates banged against the rocks. With so little precaution, I though it was downright stupid of YHAI to ask people to slide in such conditions. It is just a matter of time before some incident happens. And it did, the very next day, as I later came to know. A bit on that later. My rain pants had gotten torn and my clothes got wet. Once the sliding was over, we reached lunchpoint. Maggi prices, which increased by 5/- at every camp, reached a whooping 45/- at this point. Of course people didn't complain. 

While going to Biskeri

Englacial drainage

A stream crossing; on the way to Bhandak Thatch 

Bhandak Thatch: 'mini Switzerland'

The Biskeri camp was again at a very good location. But it was nothing as compared to Bhandak thatch camp. It is called 'mini Switzerland'! And aptly so. Its beauty is breathtaking. Unfortunately we didn't get clear blue sky but even in the overcast conditions, I could create some interesting images. All throughout the trek, I was regularly having a drink prepared by Meenakshi. It had nothing but pepper, ginger, salt and sugat, but it tasted wonderful. It kept my throat and stomach all okay.

A 360* panorama of Camp site, Bhandak Thatch

Camp site, Bhandak Thatch

Attempt at night photography, Bhandak Tatch. The illuminated tent belonged to the cook

Another one

A small waterfall on the way to Barsheni

The following day, we descended to a village called Barsheni from where you get a bus to kasol. YHAI pays for the bus as long as you give them printed tickets. On the way we had to walk through a dusty site where a dam is being constructed. The sudden urban construction noise after days of recluse was a little unnerving to me. But that is how things go.

We got down at Manikaran which is 5km before kasol (from Bersheni) and a long bath in one of the hot water springs found over there. There is a maginficient Gurudwara over there and having a good hot lunch at the lunger is heavenly! Later we were invited by Meenakshi to her house at Kasol. She made some good black tea.

At Kasol, we booked tickets for our return bus to New Delhi from Bhuntar. At Bhuntar, we met Aniket from SP_22. He had suffered from a shoulder dislocation during the snow slide. His batch was very unlucky it seems. They got rains at all wrong moments and got snow fall during actual crossing of Sar Pass. They had to hold their tent from flying off during a midnight storm at Nagaru. Aniket was hit the most. He wasn't given any instructions whatsoever by the sherpas before sliding. He slided with his bag's chest belt, waist belt on and his stick dangling over his shoulders (Khem Thankur hadn't let us slide along with the stick- he was being careful and there I had thought he might be intersted in reselling the sticks to the upcoming batches! I felt very guilty for thinking so). Worst was what happened later. YHAI were totally clueless as to what to do with him. The camp leader offered to apply relisprey on a shoulder dislocation! It was here that all the loop holes were exposed. YHAI asked him to climb down – they said no doctor will climb up. Aniket had to climb down in pain till the lunch point and a little after that. There, two guides from Nepal came who carried him by turns. They reached the base camp at 2am!! His elder brother Aniruddh was with him all through. People were demanding exhorbitant money for their help. All except Khem Thakur who was one person who actually helped them. He refused 500/- which Aniruddh had offered to him (and which is equivalent of a portar's gain for carrying two person's luggage for a day), saying he helped them out of humanity. From the Base camp, Aniket was taken to Kullu- the closest place with a hospital. What was evident was that YHAI were totally unequipped and unprepared for something like this! This is unacceptable! I know for sure that two ladies had died during this trek a couple of years ago. YHAI should obviously have more medical help for their toughest trek, especially when all they ask is their stupid medical form. Just keeping medical supplies is not enough, they should have a medical personnal with every batch. It is essential. Even if the person charges say 2000/- per day, it comes down to additional 220/- for the 50 participents. Thus, YHAI should charge that much more to the participants- I am sure everybody will be willing to give more for the additional safety.

While I tried to be as dedicated to landscapes as possible, couldn't resist this one!

The bus journey from Bhuntar was going all okay before we hit a traffic jam, which was stalled for 4km! Our bus was late by 7 hours! We had to catch Jhelum and so we got down at Karnal as per the bus driver's advice. From there we realized that there is no train for Delhi for next several hours. So we decided to go to New Delhi and catch Goa Express instead. The bus we boarded was actually only till Panipat – the conducter cheated us by calling aloud “Delhi Delhi” to attract us. Ironically, the bus broke down at Gharaunda and didn't reach even Panipat! So from Gharaunda we had to board another bus to Panipat. From there we got a bus to ISBT. From there, we boarded one to Nizamuddin (as Goa Express leaves from there and not New Delhi). All the while, we were carring our full luggage! At NZM, after we went through the chaotic process of getting a general unreserved ticket, we went to platform number 7 only to see Goa Express arriving at that very moment! Even if we had been just 1 minute late, we would have had hard time getting seats in the general, unreserved compartment. The chaos that preveiled at the compartment is simply too painful to describe as I will have to relive it to write about it! To cut a long story short, a lady was not getting seat and she claimed that it was a ladies compartment. People ignored her. About half a minute before the train deparature time, she came back with a policeman with rifle and he forcefully made all of us board down. And that very moment, the train began to leave. We made desparate reach for the nearest sleeper class compartment. There we had to pay penalty of 440/- each for entering into sleeper class on a general ticket. Thankfully, it enabled us to be in the comparment. There I found Vinay, another Puneite. He had missed his flight and was in a similar situation like us. We sat on the berth number 57. Bless that soul, he didn't turn up the entire time. However, soon too many people realized this and within no time, 5 people were on the berth. Again I don't want to get into the details. Just imagine the worst you can. Finally it was such a relief to be in Pune. Indeed, whoever said that travelling in India is not for the fainthearted is true. I am saying this as an Indian, who had no language issue with the localites. Imagine if I were a western tourist! Oh God, its uncredible!

My string of bad luck continued in Pune as well. It took me 3 days to process all of my photos in Linux. I dual boot with Linux and Windows. I had kept the photos folder open in Windows and then hibernated it. Then I edited my photos in Linux. The moment I opened Windows again, to my horror, all my photos were gone!!!!! I restarted the computer both in Linux as well as Windows, even tried recovering files with Recuva. All photos gone forever!!! I later realized that Windows must have gotten confused as it had a different memory of the folder than its updated state. Whatever! I cried after a long long time that day. Reliving the argument with the base camp leader over the extra weight due to the bulk of the photography gear, those dilemmas whether to setup tripod or not in the middle of the trek when I was down with fever on the way to Grahan, all those careful compositions for my vertoramas and panoramas, that joy seeing the perfect clear blue sky during Sar Pass. I had created a backup in an external harddisk. However, the files in that were not opening. It was much later that I realized that only about 20% of the files had gotten corrupt on this external HDD. Rest RAW files were intact, to my great relief. Of course, I had to reprocess all the images again, but still, 80% of my images were saved and that is all that matters.

I consider my self a lucky person. So much so that if a plane is to crash and only one person can survive, I can atleast consider for a moment that it could be me! Now, how does one feel when suddenly luck becomes a mixed bag?

I don't know whether to curse God for deleting my images or to thank him for saving the rest. Whether to blame him for the insane travel or to thank him for the perfect wheather and health during the trek. Whether to blame him for making us miss our train or for giving us the sense to be at the berth number 57. Whether to blame him for Aniket's plight or to thank him for seeing us safely through!

I don't know.

The Hunger Games trilogy

Note: Spoilers ahead! Please do not read this unless you have read all three novels in The Hunger Games trilogy. It won’t make much sense otherwise (assuming that whatever I write makes some sense at all!)

I recently read The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins. These are science fiction books concerning Panem, a country which stands on what was once North America. Panem has a Capitol and 13 districts which are Capitol’s main source of natural resources. There was once a rebellion amongst the Districts against the Capitol. The Capitol not only smashed it, but obliterated the 13^th District to set an example for the other districts. Since then, it has also started the Hunger Games, games in which a boy and a girl (between age 12 and 18), called as tributes, are selected from every district and made to fight each other to death in a scary arena. The show is telecasted to the entire Panem, leaving the citizens to no options but to watch their district’s tributes getting slaughtered.

 

The story revolves around Katniss, a girl from District 12, who volunteers for her sister Prim to go as Tribute. It tells us how she not only survives the games, but defies the Capitol in every action possible. It also involves a love triangle between her, her fellow tribute Peeta and her best friend Gale. The story follows her being a victor (along with Peeta) all the way to become the face of a rebellion against the Capitol.

The concept of hunger games is not new. Though it is not directly comparable with the gladiators, it is similar in concept. People made to fight each other to death, for the entertainment of the public. I have seen something similar in films such as The Condemned, The Death Race, the latest Predator (starring Adrian Brody), and from the Zodiac Killer’s inspiration behind the name Zodiac. In the Condemned and the Death Race, these games were live to watch for public over the internet. We are also not new to stories about dictatorial establishments trying to suppress uprisings. In the fictional world, there are so many of them. These stories typically begin with bad times. The protagonist comes from the poor/ powerless and then goes on to win against the mighty establishment.  Star Wars, The Matrix, The Dunes, His Dark Materials to name a few.

The first thing about the novel that I noticed was the first person narration. While I initially found it uncomfortable to read, it soon grew on me. First person narration seems perfect for this series, as we have direct access to Katniss’ thoughts and her feelings. However, first person narration has several drawbacks. First one being that we readers know only what Katniss knows or sees. We get to learn about other things only when someone tells them to her. We are left just as much in the dark as she is. This inhibits the suspense caused when the readers know more than the characters. I kind of like this suspense. I have thoroughly enjoyed films like The Rope, Gajini, Star Wars sequels Episodes I, II and III, which create this kind of suspense. Even in Harry Potter for that matter, we knowing Snape taking the unbreakable vow while Harry is so much in the dark about this also create a similar feeling. Another fact is that, we know that Katniss won’t die till the end of the third book, unless someone takes over the narration!

While the first two books are very personal about Katniss, they are like any other science fiction and fantasy book you read, and there is nothing ambiguous about them. There is a clear cut distinction between good and evil. Victory and loss. There is heroism, patriotism (towards one’s district), love and sacrifice. There is treachery as well, but there is undying friendship and loyalty too. Indeed most of the Science Fiction and Fantasy (SF and F) books that I have read have these elements.

It is the third book, Mockingjay, which is very disturbing to read and which I am going to discuss at length. It is highly political as well as personal. I must admit that the third book left me emotionally scarred, just like Amber Spyglass of His Dark Materials did (though I believe the book ends positively as Will and Lyra find a purpose in their lives, even though they are worlds apart.) There is a hint as to how things will turn when District 12 is obliterated in the end of Catching Fire. In the third, slowly, one step at a time, Katniss begins to change. The war becomes more political. Boundaries between good and evil begin to disappear. Gale too begins to change. The rebellion, it turns out, does not fulfill the cause Katniss is fighting for. She is made a mere pawn. A prop. Still, things look pretty okay till the time when Katniss goes to the Capitol. Just within a span of a few pages, Collins manages to kill several important characters. They die left, right and centre. Most painful to digest is the death of Finnick. Here is this guy who has saved Katniss’s and Peeta’s life on multiple occasions, has suffered the kind of pain which only Katniss is capable of empathizing. It is shocking to read him die. And what kill him? A few fowl, half human-half reptilian creatures. This is not how one would expect Finnick to die, if one comes to terms that he has to die in the first place. Finnick deserved so much more than to become food to those creatures. He didn’t even die fighting (in a way). And even after he is dead, one hardly mourns. Of course, Katniss does not have enough time for mourning, and yes, she does see images of his life flash in front of her eyes, and yes, he does feature in her and Peeta’s book along with his son (which is perhaps the real display of hope in the novel). But that is not a fitting enough eulogy to Finnick.

The entire mission of assassination seemed a little childish to me. Especially the way it ended- with the Girl on fire actually catching fire. With the death of Katniss’s sole cause for competing in the games, for fighting the war: Primrose. Indeed, there are some characters which cannot die. Prim is one such character. She is the only person Katniss (and thereby, the readers) knows for sure that she loves. She is the sole purpose of Katniss’s actions. At first I thought it as a flaw from Collin’s part. Then I realized that she planned to kill Prim right from the day of reaping. She made us love Prim, only to slaughter her in the end, just to show how devastating war can be. That is the biggest shock Katniss can ever get. All her struggle was to keep her alive. That cause, that purpose, is lost. Suddenly the war is totally worthless. This is what Collins wants to show: war is equally devastating for winners as it is for losers. Just that the winners survive, which again, doesn’t seem like a better option, as we see Katniss’s suicidal attempts. Ultimately, it is shown that the Capitol was not all that bad after all. All the attempts of President Snow to unruffle, unhinge Katniss seem so feeble when compared to the tragedy the war brings to her. Katniss loses everything which she once held as dear: her house, her mother, her sister, her best friend and hunting partner and of course her mental peace and is left alive to suffer it all. How can such a person be termed as a winner? This is where the novel differs from the usual science fiction and fantasy books.  This indeed leaves me wondering that how are young adults, the alleged target readers, supposed to take it, digest it? A fragile mind, as one would commonly encounter among these readers, may not rise above the depression that the Novel throws it in. while it can be said that the third novel is an anti-war novel, the first two justify the need for the war, thus, making it even more confusing, leading to the ultimate conclusion: that war is a need, that it is bad, that it is actually totally worthless to the people to whom it actually mattered (who only realize it when most of the war is over), that there are no victors, only survivors (many of who wish they were better off dead),  and that we are all doomed. There is no hope. Katniss’s personality just doesn’t allow her to be seen as a simple, peaceful, loving mother, Haymitch raising Geese is also unthinkable. Clearly, the part of their personality which was so vibrant which, in a way, defined their existence is dead. They are defeated people, resigned from life (Haymitch was already there, when his family was slaughtered after the 50^th anniversary games.) Of course, this is what happens to most of the war heroes with conscience. Even though Plutarch says that the (temporary) peace is worth fighting/ dying for, it is obvious that Katniss doesn’t share his views (if her losses were solely due to the Capitol, then she might have), thus making the situation completely hopeless.

While I didn’t like the depressing, anti-war feel of the third novel, I give respect to the author’s purpose. She knew what she wanted to be done, and she did it to perfection. However, there are several things which I think Collins should have changed/ elaborated upon: like Finnick’s death, as I mentioned earlier. Another is the way President Snow dies. After all his cruel machinations, how does President Snow eventually die? By chocking in his own blood due to laughing! As far as I am concerned, it is his victory! It feels as if it is a slap on Katniss’s and the rebellion’s face. Of course, Katniss did the right thing by killing Coin. But I think she should have first killed Snow as per schedule, and then immediately killed Coin. She shouldn’t have given him the satisfaction of watching Coin die, the rebellion leader killed by the very face of the rebellion. Even after a lot of reasoning, I couldn’t come up with any possible reason as to why Collins made him die the way he did.

It seems weird that there are absolutely no details of the post war Panem, except a few random lines and the fact that there are no more hunger games.  But then, elaborating on the post-war Panem would mean revisiting the good effects of the war, which Collins surely doesn’t want to, after all the anti-war depression she throws the reader in. Also, Panem was never really described in detail. We learnt about it only as and when Katniss had anything to do with it (partially due to first person narration). Hence, it makes sense that there is no elaboration on the post-war Panem as Katniss has nothing to do with it anymore.

Then there is that love triangle between Katniss, Peeta, and Gale. Katniss never explicitly chose one over the other. She herself is shown to be confused as to which one of them she truly loves. Given her nature, she doesn’t over think it. Throughout the plot, Collins builds up for a climax between the three only to deflate it completely in the end. What an anti-climax! After the discussion between Gale and Peeta, both concluding that she will choose the one without whom she can’t live; it is annoying to see that she doesn’t get to make the decision at all. Gale makes it for her. She never realizes that it is Peeta, and not Gale (at least not before Gale deserts her.) In fact, she yearns for Gale while she sits in the woods. This whole thing sounds ironic to me because Katniss’s realization of true love could have been beautifully described in the first person narration as we have direct access to her thoughts. The fact that she yearns for Gale at the woods, only to console herself that he might have found someone else shows Gale in a very poor light. Gale might have his own reasons for doing so (feeling guilty for Prim is one, but Katniss doesn’t seem to hold it against him in the woods.) It would have been a tough decision for him too. After all, she was his only friend, and the one he truly loved, he really cared about. Surely, Collins should have shown his side of the story. May be through a letter from Gale, or a message through Haymitch. If not this, at least a simple acknowledgement by Katniss of the fact that Gale would have his reasons for moving away. Instead, we read Katniss saying he might be busy kissing other pair of lips! She realizes, right in the last page, that she does not need his fire filled with anger and hatred but rather Peeta’s dandelion. It seems like a way to console herself about Gale’s absence, similar to crying sour grapes. I think that is an insult to his love for her. That is very shallow from Katniss’s part (or is it from Collins’?) While it is very much like Katniss to think so initially, it is also like her to take it back after reasoning it out. She is shown to make no such attempt. It seems as if Gale doesn’t seem to care what happens to Katniss. We all know this won’t be true, even if Gale and Katniss have drifted apart due to their increasing differences due to war. Drifted apart slowly. I believe this is the worst thing that can happen to a friendship, in fact any close relationship. Katniss’s and Gale’s friendship was too close for this. Either it had to break like a stick, or one had to die or both had to understand and mutually decide to stay apart, EXPLICITLY.

This again, makes me think of another thing: that Katniss does not make enough effort to get Gale back into her life. Earlier, both Gale and Katniss are shown to be very similar. Not the very emotional types. Killers. When he says “how different can it be, really?” She agrees, if one forgets the fact that they are humans and not animals who they kill. Then as the plot progresses, she changes drastically. Again, not her fault. She realizes the futility of the situation. Even that of the rebellion. The fact that this is not the thing she signed up to fight for. She realizes that she’s been made a puppet, a pawn by the rebellion leaders and the fact that they are not much different than the capitol. She also debates the issue with Gale at District 2, over bringing down the mountain by an avalanche. Gale takes his earlier stance while she debates that it is unfair. It is obvious that Gale is getting blinded by the rebellion, due to his perennial anger and frustration at the Capitol. If left unchecked, he might as well be (or aid) the monster he seeks to destroy ala transformation of Anakin Skywalker into Darth Vader. As his only friend, it was her duty to stick with him, to convince him, bring him back to her, and not give up on him. That’s exactly what she doesn’t do. In fact she gets upset at him. Now, this is completely opposite to what she does for Peeta. In spite of the fact that he is trying to kill her, she tries to bring him back to his normal self. She doesn’t give up on him. Even if one argues that she doesn’t love Gale, one cannot argue about the fact that she cares for him. The very way she did for Peeta. While one can argue that this is a testimony that she loves Peeta and not Gale, I beg to differ. I believe it was not her love for Peeta that she tried to save him from Mutt Peeta. It was not as if she wanted to marry him and have babies with him that she tried to bring him back. It was her discussion with Haymitch and her realization of the fact that Peeta deserved this. Now this argument should have been true for Gale as well. After all, he was her best friend. Of course, Peeta’s anger wasn’t natural, but Gale’s was. And yes, Katniss, being like Gale, would have found it difficult to bring him back without herself getting angry at him. She is never shown to have much patience with people. This was way more challenging than bringing Peeta to normal because, with Gale, Katniss would have to heal herself as well as Gale. Katniss falls short of this. Again, being a first person narrative, should we blame Katniss for all this? I believe these are the chinks in Collin’s armor. Another thing worth mentioning is the absence of Gale’s memories into the book she and Peeta prepare. Is it Katniss or Collins who left him out of the book? May be Katniss did add him, but Collins failed to mention it to us readers. May be she thinks we can safely take it for granted. But is it possible that Collins, via Katniss, purposefully didn’t mention it? It would mean that he didn’t mean anything to Katniss post war. Or that his thoughts were too painful for her. May be. But it seems totally unfair to Gale, if he doesn’t feature prominently in that book. And can anyone believe, even for a second, that Katniss won’t think of Gale every time she goes in the woods for hunting!

While concluding my write up, I wonder whether the trilogy is something that I would want to read again. I thoroughly enjoyed reading the first two parts. Collins is exceptional.  The entire action in the arena is extremely well written. On the emotional side, the bread incidence shows what Collins is capable of writing. The intensity of emotions that the simple, straight forward description is capable of evoking is unbelievable. I think this small incidence itself makes up a very compelling short story. Indeed, the first two parts are going to remain among my favorites for a long time. However, at this point of time, I can say that I will never read the third part again. Ever. There is a reason I read SF and F books. Among other things, I like to read about a better world, about a better future (not that they don’t exist in our ‘real’ world. However, I have seen reasonable amount of sorrow in real life, thankfully, most of them my own, that I don’t want to feel it through books as well.) Some may call it escapism. I call it hope. Collins offers none of it.

I find all my grudges concentrated only on the third book. However, I can’t really separate it from the other two. After all, Collins tells us only one story, spread across three books. And in a way, the third book defines the reason of the first two books, the soul of the story Collins wants to tell us. But while I acknowledge all this, I personally prefer to stick to the bright side of life, and hence like the first two parts only. Again, call me an escapist for all that I care. And I am sure I am not alone. After all, how many people liked the third Matrix film, which I believe defines the very purpose of the trilogy?  Even that film gave us hope in the end. Again, Collins gives us none of it.

To sum up, I would, as a reader, like to quote the same line about the things happening in the Hunger Games dystopia (as depicted in the third part), what Katniss feels about her world in the end:

“It benefits no one (readers) to live in a world where these things happen”.