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Life is all about emptiness! One who has it, runs from it and the one who doesn't, runs for it! The cacophonous monotony of eat-work-sleep routine leaves a city dweller tired and exhausted. While it sucks all the energy and enthusiasm in once life, the zest for life diminishes to a point that one starts to wonder and question his existance! However, there are times when you bump into something that aggravates the entire situation and then...you start thinking. And when you think, you get all your answers. I got mine too!
While the above few flowry statements may be generalized, they describe me to a great extent. Especially during the period when the last time I had done something for myself was almost a year ago. And by "something" I mean something that gives me pleasure, lets me know who am I, something that describes me, something that friends and family know me for! Yes, riding to distant places.
Delhi was scorching during April 2018. The mercury was going north every passing day and was romancing with the 40 degrees mark. Office commutes had become intolerable as I prefer to ride down rather than feel caged for about 1.30 hrs to 2 hrs each way! Overhead water tanks seemed to be taking water supply directly from hell. All this while, I thought, there should be some place nearby that could give me an escape for a few days not only from this weather, but this daily routine too. A place away from the maddening traffic, a place that is still cool and not scorching, a place where chirping birds would wake me up in the morning, a place which still would demand bouts of rum every night rather than ice cold beer! After all, I'm a wanderer... a restless soul. I need to unwind and get my chronemics in place every 3 months and its been almost a year that I rode to Bhutan.
With this thought, I retired to bed one night and while I was lost in the thoughts, I fell asleep. However, I clearly knew what that place is and where I would be heading to next once I woke up to a scorching morning. My Borther-in-law (BIL from now) had been working on a project in Mukteshwar, Uttarakhand (actually about 20km before Mukteshwar) where he intends to run a cafe and an adventure camp not only because of his own profit, but also to create more employment opportunities for the locals. He had already taken a temporary accommodation there and was living the dream of life. Since, the project had already begun, I was invited there many-a-times but some or the other reason kept me occupied.
Seeking an oppportunity, I planned a ride to Mukteshwar and then head on to Mana and Badrinath after spending one day here. This way, it would not be difficult to convince the wife (LOL!) for a ride and I would also have a chance to see the progress and the land bought over which I had been giving ideas since a while now. So here goes the story of these glorious 5 days, from 40 degrees to 10 degrees. Read on to know how I reached The Last Village Of India, Mana, Uttarakhand to find my emptiness!
Some pictures to keep you guys occupied!
While the above few flowry statements may be generalized, they describe me to a great extent. Especially during the period when the last time I had done something for myself was almost a year ago. And by "something" I mean something that gives me pleasure, lets me know who am I, something that describes me, something that friends and family know me for! Yes, riding to distant places.
Delhi was scorching during April 2018. The mercury was going north every passing day and was romancing with the 40 degrees mark. Office commutes had become intolerable as I prefer to ride down rather than feel caged for about 1.30 hrs to 2 hrs each way! Overhead water tanks seemed to be taking water supply directly from hell. All this while, I thought, there should be some place nearby that could give me an escape for a few days not only from this weather, but this daily routine too. A place away from the maddening traffic, a place that is still cool and not scorching, a place where chirping birds would wake me up in the morning, a place which still would demand bouts of rum every night rather than ice cold beer! After all, I'm a wanderer... a restless soul. I need to unwind and get my chronemics in place every 3 months and its been almost a year that I rode to Bhutan.
With this thought, I retired to bed one night and while I was lost in the thoughts, I fell asleep. However, I clearly knew what that place is and where I would be heading to next once I woke up to a scorching morning. My Borther-in-law (BIL from now) had been working on a project in Mukteshwar, Uttarakhand (actually about 20km before Mukteshwar) where he intends to run a cafe and an adventure camp not only because of his own profit, but also to create more employment opportunities for the locals. He had already taken a temporary accommodation there and was living the dream of life. Since, the project had already begun, I was invited there many-a-times but some or the other reason kept me occupied.
Seeking an oppportunity, I planned a ride to Mukteshwar and then head on to Mana and Badrinath after spending one day here. This way, it would not be difficult to convince the wife (LOL!) for a ride and I would also have a chance to see the progress and the land bought over which I had been giving ideas since a while now. So here goes the story of these glorious 5 days, from 40 degrees to 10 degrees. Read on to know how I reached The Last Village Of India, Mana, Uttarakhand to find my emptiness!
Some pictures to keep you guys occupied!
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