The Call Of The Mountains : My Shangri-La

“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

The Call Of The Mountains : Where Rivers Collide

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

The Call Of The Mountains : Shiva, The Healer

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

The Call Of The Mountains : The Cosmic Dance

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