After pushing myself to study for first half of the day and losing focus all the while, I decided to call it a day and went out instead.
A day spent reading and travelling in delhi metro🚆
And pizza, of course!
Maybe, a day need not always be "productive" to be called a good day. Much of the richness in life comes from those unproductive wee hours we spend with ourselves, and for ourselves.
The time I spend with my friends chatting over the silly gossips, or the lazy day reading books or catching up on my favorite tv show, the simple pleasure of a good meal with a friend. Productive days are good. But they are not the epitome of a good life.
What a relief it was to finally reach Delhi after about two days of journey!
First the Rajdhani, we were supposed to travel in, got cancelled. Then, we booked tatkal tickets on another train, but it got delayed for 12 hours. When we reached Cuttack station to board that train, we found out the train hadn't even started from Puri, its destination station. We had to wait for another 4 hours before we could actually board the train and start our journey. And after spending about 36 hours on the train, we reached our destination.
But our journey didn't end there, as we had to travel to my sister's house in Panipat. After spending 3 more hours on the bus, we finally reached the warmth of home.
Sitting in the backseat of the car, with my best friend and her parents, I kept on looking outside wondering about the history of New Delhi. Exiting the busy city, through a newly constructed tunnel, I imagined driving a vintage car through a much greener city and British people. And then later, as the old bollywood songs kept on playing, I wondered what a chaos it must have been when the countries were divided. I wondered about my great great great grandfather or my ancestors, where were they? No.. who were they? What did they do? What was their life like? Ugh! I wish i was born in a Royal family or something. At least, I would have been able to about the history. Common people.. don’t get much. In this generation, I guess the rush and struggle is more alive.
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My hands have this white speckled on red pattern. It's due to less oxygen I read.
Despite losing my breath I cannot carry myself to the shore. My life is very slowly setting like the sun. It's going into a very dull darkness and it's all my fault. I could have chased the horizon and beheld a glorious future but I did not decide.
I don't have the conviction to even say I'm alive or to know for sure if I take one step or one breath. If you asked me why where what anything I would just become muffled and look like strangling a little animal I imagine. I can't look you in the eye ... maybe I have social anxiety perhaps but don't hide me under kind assumptions because I have no soul. I just want to stop being so much I shrink myself. Sometimes I accidentally evoke some emotion that can resemble anger and channel it as some form of ego but I'm so empty inside. I look like this horrible dirty empty suitcase somehow transformed into a man. I hate being made conscious it disgusts me ... as also being happy it is so wrong. Everything g aggravates me whether others do it or I do it. It's amazing how I am a net zero result with so much agitation.
May be this year I will finally do it and end my misery. I have not had anything to live for its just that no one is pushing me around anymore that I donot think of ending myself.
Its all so bustling around me but I cannot leave the comfort of that small world I grew up in. I hate it like I hate myself and yet I love it I love hating it that small schizophrenic imagine world ... being overly timid and devolving into this guilt ridden dwarf, hunched and afraid to breathe. I tried to look for an identity like -kierkegaards despair where I failed, like a Bengali where I couldn't keep up, like a delhi university student where I couldn't live up, like a reader in a book club I couldn't keep up, like a quiet witty friend where I have not kept up in 4 years. Become an internt troll full of hate again? For me there is no enemy to hate? Perhaps that's why I fall apart sometimes I think.
My daydreams are no comfort I dismantled the habits when it became maladptive and yet I'm dissociated all the time with youtube now. I guess this is just me and I can live as an eccentric or burn out resisting it .. but it's not enough not enough to live for. I dream of rotting 4 feet deep in the ground while it rains on green grass. That I think will be peace. Death will scare me but it is a beautiful thing.
I don't know. Maybe I was here. It doesn't matter I'll be gone that is the one thing I can do or perhaps that's the one thing I can undo - myself.
Train, bus & helicopter between home & base camp for Uttarakhand trek
11.04.2024, Thursday.
Three friends met at the station. One of us had actually joined impromptu (on-the-spot) and had managed to get all confirmed reservations (not even RACs)!
The final packing of the bag concluded a few hours before the journey started.
My bag weighed 13 kg.
We alighted at Delhi.
Another train journey took us to the foothills of Uttarakhand - Kathgodam. We met our fellow trekkers in this train for the first time - Paresh Bhai from Ahmedabad and Govind Bhai from Panvel, MH.
12.04.2024, Friday.
22:30 The train reached Kathgodam. Our KMVN's hotel TRH Kumaon Dwar just 5 minutes from Kathgodam railway station and we fell off to sleep in the clean rooms.
13.04.2024, Saturday - day 1 - reporting for the trek.
Our batch of 25 gathered on time and the long journey to Munsiyari starts. It is our base camp.
On the way, we passed by the Neem Karoli Baba Ashram, Kainchi Dham. It is approximately 3 hours from Kathgodam and 8 hours from Munsiyari. We saw it from the top and the road swirls next to it in the valley. I wish we could have stopped for darshan of this powerful place. Neem Karoli Baba was the avataar of Lord Hanuman. Jay Shri Ram.
Pandey Lodge at Munsiyari is our base camp.
The long spacious room accommodated 5 trek mates and it had 2 attached washrooms. The stay was comfortable in the clean room.
14.04.2024, Sunday - acclimatization day.
YHAI Delhi, the organiser of this trek had arranged a hike to the nearby Nanda Devi Mandir.
15.04.2024, Monday - flag off.
Our trek starts by a flag off ceremony and we walk into the jungle.
Our trek route will face the Panch Chouli peaks (5 snow clad peaks). And a detailed description of the trek will be given in the blog posts to follow.
19.04.2024, Friday - group breaks & election day.
Now the plan to RETURN actually started the moment we were seated in the bus from Kathgodam to Munsiyari.
It was election day. And public transport was not easily available. Some of our group members panicked and requested that the acclimatization can be forfeited (dangerous when the trek is an high-altitude one) and thankfully nothing of that sort happened. Members had their flights and trains booked and were apprehensive that they might miss them.
We had booked our return by helicopter and the ride was my life's first. Many of us had traveled in aeroplanes, but helicopter travel is rare. There is weight limit. Anyone above 85 kg and anyone's luggage above 5 kg would be overweight and will pay INR 100/- per kg. My luggage was was 8 kg above the permissible limit and I had to pay Rs. 800/- more. After taxation and luggage, my total fare for the helicopter ride was INR 4475/-.
The same friend who had booked impromptu tickets, got confirmed helicopter tickets for us.
The experience was good. It's choppy. No wonder, it is called a chopper 🚁.
The best part of this aerial journey is bypassing the 12 hour road trip, which dehydrated me completely while coming here.
7 antiperistaltic movements and eyes closed tight. Too much.
The 🚁 ride cuts the travel time to just 45 minutes. The pilot doesn't allow any recording even with a mobile. Flight mode is compulsory. He was shouting some instructions inside the cabin with the rotors on and we couldn't hear anything. We just nodded and actually didn't utter a word in the entire flight and gestured to our neighbours about the land formations seen from the top.
Yet frankly I did feel nauseous, but thankfully not as bad as the road trip.
From the top, Uttarakhand has only mountains, valleys, towns, and rivers. The mountains are lush green. The rivers are running dry.
Nainital is easily identifiable from the top, with the lake after which it is named and also the other lakes of Nainital.
From the chopper 🚁, when all the mountain ranges ended, our ride ended, with landing in the plains at Haldwani. It was hot and jolted us.
We had changed our train's boarding point to Haldwani and INR 20/- per head rickshaw (x 3 passengers = 60/-), dropped us to Haldwani railway station, which was just 15 minutes away.
Friends parted.
We took the Kathgodam - Delhi Junction train.
The train reached Delhi Junction at 3:30 am.
We rested till 6 am in the waiting room.
Delhi has lots of travel options, but we selected to walk the last mile after metro journey to a delicious breakfast at Janpath.
Now the heat awaits us, but my Delhi friend's plan saved us. Check out what Delhi has in store for us and it will be a pleasant surprise. A ride in my friend's Mercedes Benz!
Check out my trek experience with YHAI at Munsiyari Khaliya Top in Uttarakhand.
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