And it is death that provides life with all it's meaning.M. Scott Peck (in his best known work The Road Less Traveled) 6 shots spread over 5 months of a 4 x 3 window sill depicting the perceived duality of what is essentially one. Some see it as Life. Some see it as Death. The … Continue reading 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
Long post alert! Disclaimer: If you are expecting the usual breezy travel related musing today or some soppy identity crisis situation out of my memory palace, let me warn you this post falls on the other side of the hemisphere, my friend! Beware, as you are about to tread on the land of the hush-hush! … Continue reading Forbidden Rhapsodies
It's my birthday today. Thank you very much, if you sent out a silent wish into the Universe for me. This day in 2018, one month into my journey with WordPress, I woke up contemplating Suicide. Yes, you heard it right. That morning I found no reason to live. Absolutely nothing to tether me back … Continue reading Happy Birthday To Me!
"A week ago, my Facebook feed dropped on me a very astonishing piece of news. Amongst a pile of junk I was sifting through, I almost scrolled past it. Until something very familiar caught my attention. It can’t be, can it? Was it the same pair of eyes? “The Amazing Ascent of Baruntse by Baru”, … Continue reading The Call Of The Mountains : A Chance Encounter in the Himalayas!
Imagine you are standing on the banks of a pristine river amidst ice capped peaks. You gaze into the waters letting your mind gradually liquefy. Your thoughts ripple into a free-wheeling chat with the expansive blueness. Slowly and meditatively you dip your toes first and as you get a semblance of the grounding, you lower … Continue reading The Call Of The Mountains : Like A Flowing River…
“The secret of the mountain is that the mountains simply exist, as I do myself: the mountains exist simply, which I do not. The mountains have no "meaning," they are meaning; the mountains are. The sun is round. I ring with life, and the mountains ring, and when I can hear it; there is a … Continue reading The Call Of The Mountains : My Shangri-La
Geographically speaking, a Conflux is a point where rivers collide. Atleast that’s what our eyes see. Much like our meetings where it’s more about a greedy ME! ME ! ME ! hogging the limelight and less about a healthy exchange of ideas; when rivers come together, there is a fierce struggle of identities. What lies … Continue reading The Call Of The Mountains : Where Rivers Collide
Leaving Kedarnath proved to be a much more difficult task than reaching there. Murphy’s law once again proved itself right. Brick by brick, one after the other, things were falling apart. Beginning with a silly bickering among the pilgrims about who takes the first chopper ride out. Ideally one could have either chosen FIFO ( … Continue reading The Call Of The Mountains : Shiva, The Healer
Rudely shaken out of my Bumblebee-inspired reverie, I heard Vijay, the guide yelling out my name from the list of pilgrims waiting to visit Kedarnath. Disoriented, blinking 581 times per minute, like a typical Bollywood damsel in distress, I stood rooted to the ground for a full 90 seconds. “Time to go!” I heard someone … Continue reading The Call Of The Mountains : The Cosmic Dance
The bus slithered up the twisting, curving mountain roads with sharp hairpin bends and blind U-turns. But the pink shirt clad ultra thin driver never once wavered, even when the visibility was minimal. He never let the bulky chassis of the huge Volvo overwhelm him. Together they seemed like the mythical Sheshnag* guarding the pilgrims while … Continue reading The Call Of The Mountains : The Godly Confluence