On an unexpectedly warm afternoon in Haridwar, I navigated away from Haridwar Road (also known as NH74) towards a dense forest cover. I noticed how the trees on the hilltops here were shaped differently—clear at the trunks and thinly trimmed at length. This was so stark that I assumed it was another species altogether. Gautam, driving me to the forest, corrected me saying that it was the same variety. And introduced me to the Van Gujjars settled here.

Van Gujjars are a tribe of nomads from Uttar Pradesh. Literally translating to ‘forest Gujjars’, these pastoral people have been moving for decades now from the mountains to the plains. They are all Muslims and their mainstay is the production of milk. They domesticate cows and other livestock and deliver milk to a number of homes and dairy factories.

Clambering tall trees and trimming the leaves and the branches, which serve as fodder to their animals, comes naturally to this tribe. Also explains the cotton-like patterns of the trees.

In this village of Kangri, there are 75 families living. Their homes are made of mud and are spotlessly clean. Most thatched huts comprise a section of the house, i.e. there are different huts for prayers, sleeping, kitchen and common living spaces. I was told it takes them a couple of months to make an entire home, which is unbelievable time! I loved the hand painted walls and designs which were fresh from Eid’s celebrations.

Most of the children in this village went to school and as usual, would rather invest their time playing outdoors. I found the women shy, creative and hospitable, and the men articulate and friendly. Their dependency and use of science was impressive, which reflected well in ways they built their homes with healthy drainage systems, among others. I suppose that comes from being true travellers!

Read: 8 Things I Learnt in Bandhavgarh

Separate sections of one house.
Separate sections of one house.
The living space with an extension for the kitchen. Artwork done by the women of the house.
The living space with an attached kitchen. Artwork by the women of the house.
A stable for the livestock.
A shelter for the livestock.
The willowy trees and the shaven trunks.
The willowy trees and the shaven trunks.
Haven't seen a better looking kitchen.
Haven’t seen a better-looking kitchen.
Similarly painted kitchen of another house.
Similarly painted kitchen of another house.
The window that overlooks the source of water.
The window that overlooks the source of water.
An antique iron adding more character to the frame.
An antique iron adding more character to the frame.
The central occupation of the tribe.
The central occupation of the tribe.
Probably for Namaz or prayers. Don't miss the zig-zag patterns at the entrance.
Probably for Namaz or prayers. Don’t miss the zig-zag patterns at the entrance.
Javed (extreme right) to Nazir (extreme left), the kids of the village.
Javed (extreme right) to Nazir (extreme left), the kids of the village.
Steering between hamlets.
Steering between hamlets.
Self-portrait while leaving.
Self-portrait while leaving.

Read: Aalia, Haridwar – Luxury by the Banks of River Ganga

Have you met the hospitable and creative Van Gujjars yet?

This village walk was a part of my experiential and luxury stay at Aalia. You can check their packages here.

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Amrita Das

I have been a travel and culture independent journalist. My bylines have appeared in many publications worldwide including National Geographic Traveller India, Lonely Planet Magazine India, The Indian Express and World Travel Magazine. A fellow of Media Ambassadors India-Germany 2019 program by Robert Bosch Stiftung and Centre for Media Competence, University of Tübingen. Currently, I am the photo editor for RoundGlass Sustain, a wildlife and conservation e-publication. I live in India.

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9 thoughts on “Photo story: Meeting the Nomadic Van Gujjars in Uttarakhand”

  1. One of your many stories I am reading once again today. . . I like your writing more than the pictures. . . And am compelled to tap on another . . . And then another. . .

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