I suffer from Travel sickness. I have bouts of nausea and uneasiness even in the Toy Train that runs from Shimla to Kalka on narrow gauge, not to mention the terrible car rides to the mountains where only dozing off comes to my rescue.
And I feel cold when most of the people are sweating. Such is my weird constitution.
Talking to a friend whom I admire for certain things, made me ponder upon the conflict that has remained unresolved ever since it arose in my mind. When thinking of running to a far off place, away from these deafening silences, drowned out voices in the hustle bustle of the city life, the complexities that have assimilated into the lives of people defying the simple living thoughts.... Himalayas were the place of respite for me.
This was one such day. I was bored of the monotonous routine and was actually writing college end semester exams. And as has been my habit of postponing things and then freaking out to complete syllabus in haste, these exams were no exception.
I was wondering about the futility of exams and CGPA system, concentrating on my unfulfilled dreams, directing that movie in my head which would start my film making career, and a lot of unimportant thoughts which should not have been consuming my small cpu's processing time and resources. Thanks to an expected call by a friend in the middle of night to enquire about the topics to be covered yet, I turned pragmatic. Pragmatism, not to complete the pending syllabus but to plan with her to flee away to the hitherto unexplored reaches of the Himalayas. Mind you, I hadn't even known of Monk who sold his Ferrari back then. After half an hour of lamenting over the system not meant for the non-conformists, better sense prevailed and we decided to resume preparation. The Himalayan destination stayed in my mind.
This year, I wanted to escape so many future decisions and so, The Himalayan Destination came to my rescue. I told my fair friend that I might be staying at his home in the Himalayan village when I muster enough courage to run from home. Not to run away with some guy, but to stay alone, all by myself, in the distant land, away from the mundane, be calm and peaceful, away from all the associations, bondings.
This was around five months back.
Today, while discussing with a friend, the lives of people who live in Plains and hills, the differences in their life styles, various adaptations of each according to their climatic conditions and considering my dislike for long travel in the mountainous zig-zag roads and my vulnerability to cold, I decided that my place of respite needs a change. That place should be able to bring peace to my mind and not affect my physiology, unlike the mountains.
How about Beaches???? :p
For me, Destinations are not defined by the path, but by the hopes of cherishable experiences.
Pic Courtesy - http://www.uncommoncaribbean.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Grace-Bay-Seat.jpg
And I feel cold when most of the people are sweating. Such is my weird constitution.
Talking to a friend whom I admire for certain things, made me ponder upon the conflict that has remained unresolved ever since it arose in my mind. When thinking of running to a far off place, away from these deafening silences, drowned out voices in the hustle bustle of the city life, the complexities that have assimilated into the lives of people defying the simple living thoughts.... Himalayas were the place of respite for me.
This was one such day. I was bored of the monotonous routine and was actually writing college end semester exams. And as has been my habit of postponing things and then freaking out to complete syllabus in haste, these exams were no exception.
I was wondering about the futility of exams and CGPA system, concentrating on my unfulfilled dreams, directing that movie in my head which would start my film making career, and a lot of unimportant thoughts which should not have been consuming my small cpu's processing time and resources. Thanks to an expected call by a friend in the middle of night to enquire about the topics to be covered yet, I turned pragmatic. Pragmatism, not to complete the pending syllabus but to plan with her to flee away to the hitherto unexplored reaches of the Himalayas. Mind you, I hadn't even known of Monk who sold his Ferrari back then. After half an hour of lamenting over the system not meant for the non-conformists, better sense prevailed and we decided to resume preparation. The Himalayan destination stayed in my mind.
This year, I wanted to escape so many future decisions and so, The Himalayan Destination came to my rescue. I told my fair friend that I might be staying at his home in the Himalayan village when I muster enough courage to run from home. Not to run away with some guy, but to stay alone, all by myself, in the distant land, away from the mundane, be calm and peaceful, away from all the associations, bondings.
This was around five months back.
Today, while discussing with a friend, the lives of people who live in Plains and hills, the differences in their life styles, various adaptations of each according to their climatic conditions and considering my dislike for long travel in the mountainous zig-zag roads and my vulnerability to cold, I decided that my place of respite needs a change. That place should be able to bring peace to my mind and not affect my physiology, unlike the mountains.
How about Beaches???? :p
For me, Destinations are not defined by the path, but by the hopes of cherishable experiences.
Pic Courtesy - http://www.uncommoncaribbean.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Grace-Bay-Seat.jpg
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