Millions and millions of years ago, in the land encompassing vast plains survived a great civilization, ruled by a great king. The kingdom was rich in flora and fauna. The people were rich in wealth and valor. The king was rich in virtue and moral.
Suddenly by nobody's curse, the rains failed the kingdom. The mammoth ponds and lakes dried in no time. The beds of once mightly rivers cracked. The fertile lands became toxic. The land of diverse biosphere turned to desert. Hordes of animals and flocks of birds died. Hunger, thirst and poverty prevailed in the atmosphere. The human race was about to be vanished. As with the saying "when water fails, life fails andso order fails, when rain fails" the law and order of the society started to deteriorate. The civilization started to disintegrate. The life started to disappear.
The grief stricken king fell ill and finally died without a solution. The kingdom passed on to his son but the situation didn't change. As ages passed, the atmosphere turned more arid, the rivers dried swiftly. All the life was almost lost. The civilization that once flourished, blighted fast and was in brink of its extinction. With each kings passing the baton to his prince, the kingdom became more hostile for any kind of life.
When thought that all was lost, the young prince embarked a quest for the elusive elixir. On his expedition he met a old and wise saint. The prince inquired the saint about the cure for this deadly plight. The wise saint replied that only God can help and he also said that the only way to reach Him would be by a arduous penance. The prince soon realized that to achieve a great pleasure he must perform a grueling sacrifice. To achieve what no man had ever done, he must undergo a pain what no man had ever borne.
He directed all his thoughts and mind at the Lord and began a long penance. He survived years with neither food nor water but just the Lord in his mind. Finally the Lord appeared before him. The prince pleaded the Lord to show mercy to his land and its beings. The Lord said He could not help the prince and said that only the lady of water could help him. The prince was disappointed but had not lost hope. So he again began his penance, this time directed towards the lady of water. He prayed harder and longer.
Far beneath the surface of the kingdom, the tetonic plates started to fragment. After many years, the plate belonging to his kingdom finally split away from its parent mass of land. This free moving plate started its slow and long journey towards north-east. Thousands of years passed, as the plate inched further. Though the prince thought that the Lord had failed him, he knew not that the Lord had already granted him the boon.
Finally satisfied with his penance, the lady appeared before the prince. The prince explained her about his people's grief. The lady said she could herself come to rescue his people, however, she also said, her descendent pounce would be fierce and her currents would be too strong for anything on the world to bear. She said her visit would contrarily destroy life and not nourish it. The tired prince was shell shocked hearing this, but he never lost hope. He again started to pray the Lord as he thought the Lord could help him.
Thousands of years passed, but the prince never losing hope on the Lord, persisted on his penance. The Lord again appeared before him. The prince explained what the lady had told him earlier. The Lord told the prince that He Himself would rise from underground and his kingdom would get back the life it once had. As soon as the Lord granted him the wish, the free moving tetonic plates banged fiercly against a even bigger mass of land to its north. As the these land masses collided, the earth between them rose. As the tetonic plate kept pressing northward, the earth between them kept rising upward.
The lady descended heavily onto the earth but she was tamed easily by this new enormous and growing mountain.
Through numerous twined and tangled web of valleys, the divine water oozed and still oozes. The lady brought with her, not just the elixir but the very life itself to this land.
Yes, the monsoon winds are strong and the northern Siberian winds are fiercer, but they are tamed aptly and the elixir flows through the numerous twisted and twined web of Lord's hair strings.
No wonder the world worships this massive Mountain, which by the way is Lord Himself, for without whom, this land would be arid and devoid of life.
