Mountains and more !

I still am not a convert, but trying to fit in into the group that loves the mountains. I am still struggling with my vertigo and after effects of Avomine, but all that is sitting more comfortably on me. And I am less intimidated by the peaks. Of course I have my qualms still. I cannot climb down due to my knees, and I am at loss when the entire town sleeps by 10.30. The hills wake up early and sleeps earlier and it just does not match my bio clock.

At Tirthan Valley, the storm blew out the lights for almost 30 hours and the city bred me found it so difficult to live without my mobile. The gurgling river and the adda over trout fished by Pranesh were a bit of diversion.But I get restless without a city close by.

But this time I noticed how mountains make everything look minuscule comparatively. The people walk miles in the uphill terrain so effortlessly. What happens if there is an emergency? No ambulance, no doctors , no medicines....yet the people are happy , smiling and sharing. The weather probably does the trick. Though the hills are hotting up, yet you don't have to deal with sweat droplets drenching your clean shirt, or frayed temper or fatigue.

Life is old here........ And as I watched a para glider slowly touching base I realized how insignificant we are ,how tiny and how perishable........
.For sometime time stood still and there were no tomorrows only now. The infinite and the infinity!
PS : All that have changed now.. from snow to sweat...and life is moving again :)

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A holiday with self :)

A long overdue blog about the path that I was seeking , or did the path seek me out ? Over the years the sheen of belief was wearing off and I was beginning to question the master about the magic - about faith becoming commercial, about what Bhaskar stated, "This is all about money". Packing my bags off and going solo isn't very uncommon in my life, but this time I was not on work per se. Checking-in into the Ashram, was on my bucket-list for ever-since, and it was an amazing experience. Despite the crowd, the ambiance just reverberated with a mix of reverence, energy , faith, hope, prayer - and questions too ! Like I mentioned before meditation was not about spiritual pyrotechnics, but a metaphor connected to life. Like the corner I chose had a vantage view of the stage and despite a stench that started emanating from the corner, I just could not leave that place, for the view that corner offered got me stuck there. Life is like that, we are often stuck in the rut , ...

Morning bells are ringing ......

Heidi lived in Alps with her Alms uncle - I read this story in a book that was called The Big Big Story Book and it had a compilation of amazing stories that were my first foray into the world of English story books. Recently on a long flight I watched the movie much to delight of the young steward who was our attendant that night. My first glimpse of the Alps was from our flight ...the dawn breaking to spread the orange hues over the snowy terrain...looked mesmerizing even to someone who is not too fond of the mountains. Switzerland was beautiful, with its manicured terrain and flowers like pretty maids all in a row, picture perfect setting and breathtaking, like a touch me not porcelain beauty. Coming from my "elo melo" city I wondered how people managed to keep a country so organized , I have trouble keeping my room in ship shape...... No, I would not like to live there ......it's too distant and too cold ,but what I will carry in my heart is the awesome time .......

Chariots and moon :)

I was wondering if little children pull the rath still.... But I noticed my Facebook timeline having quite a few pictures of smiling faces with their bedecked little chariots, much to my delight. In this digital chaos , somewhere these simple customs are lost , like a friend lamented this morning. Our parents bought us this crude do-tala rath and we decked it up with ghuri r kagoj and made The Trio sit in the prime position as we pulled the contraption from one room to the other offering the papad, math mishti and batasha ......The contraption rested for a week when the ritual was repeated on the ulto-rath day. And then there was also the Rath-er Mela , with it's stalls full of trinkets and baubles and bhepu banshi. Strangely, we also had a film magazine which was called "Ulto -Rath" and which was out of bounds for us as kids, thus building up on the curiosity quotient. The magazine honestly, wasn't much really, a few stories, gossips and black and white...

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