“Hi!!” I said to her just as we saw one another.
“Ooo Hi! how come you are here?”, she replied, surprised to see me there.
“I live here.” I said, “Just on the other side of 80 feet road.”
She came nearer to chat some more. I was happy to see her and I believe so was she. It was as if we were old friends meeting after a long time, which was a little odd because firstly I didn’t even know her name and I am not sure if she did either, and secondly we had hardly ever talked to one another before this. The only common thing between us were the experiences that we had during a 2 day trekking trip, which by the way, was one of the best trips that I’ve had in the last few years. And I think meeting her in a way made me relive those wonderful moments again.
We chatted a little more. I am a rather shy person, so don’t usually have much to say to people. So when I was done with what i was doing there I quickly parted with her. If she reads this I just want to say that “It was really nice seeing you. I had a wonderful time myself on the trip and it would be great if we all could meet up sometime…and may be plan another trip.”..well anyway…
The trip was what i wanted to talk about, especially remember a few memorable things about the trip. First in my list of memorable things is the soup. The first night when we camped on the hillside, harsha and team prepared tomato soup. It was a grrrreat soup, and i must say, i have never ever enjoyed a knorr soup as much in my life as i did on the trip. Thanks to Harsha and others that were involved in it (sorry I am bad with names so don’t remember the name of others involved).
Next is a small confession i wanna make but first the background. There was a little “fight” when we were putting up the tents. It all started when one set of people took “a yellow stick”, which was used to make the tent, from the second set of people and the second set of people wanted it back because their doorway of the tent (in which they didn’t sleep anyway) was not complete without it. The first set of people had to dismantle their whole tent(in which they didn’t sleep either) and make it all over again just to take out the yellow stick. Well, the second set of people had got it all wrong, because the first set of people could not have been the ones who took their yellow stick, as it was “yours truly”. I want to sincerely apologize to the first set of people as they were the ones who suffered the most. Also, my sincere apologies to the second set of people for taking their yellow stick. I only took it as it was not being used by the second set of people at that time and i thought that they didn’t need it. By the way, our own tent’s yellow stick was missing…and i still don’t know who took it.
Next in my list of things to say is the thing that almost all of us do every morning and don’t talk about or talk during, (well maybe except when somebody starts knocking heavily at the door). I just want to boast about the fact that I did the most “hush-hush” thing that we do, in a place far more breath-taking, far more heavenly than a place where most people have done their most “Yu-Hu!!” or “Hurry!!” things in. Its definitely something to boast about.
And finally i want to mention one of the most dangerous ride that i have ever had in a jeep going through one of the worst roads that i have ever seen that lead to one of the most beautiful waterfalls that i have ever known. Special thanks to my friend nitin dhara, who gave the idea of playing antaakshari on the way back, which was in fact a wonderful idea, as we had in our jeep a girl with a wonderful voice(sorry I am bad with names), and it was a joy to listen to her sing.
All in all, the trip was wonderful, fantastic, profound, beautiful, primal, exhausting, lovely, romantic, great, painful(for the legs), heart-warming, exciting, natural…i am out of adjectives now. It had an effect of making people take off their masks and be themselves, without any inhibitions. I saw them jumping into a small pond of water, which is no larger than a large tub along with 10 other people, more than half of whom they didn’t even know, and still be able to enjoy the cool refreshing water. Or to eating rice out of a black poly bag which could have been fit to carry garbage, and yet find the food so rejuvenating that they wanted more. Or sleeping on the rocky floor of the mountain under the open sky, and yet enjoy a completely satisfying sleep. All of this requires a kind of freedom from social/civil norms which can only come when we experience our most primal urges in strongest ways. Free to do what we want, makes us free to be who we are, thereby allowing us to experience the world around us more intensely. And by being who we truly are, we get closer to one another, sometimes without even knowing it. May be if we would have had more time, who knows we would have seen great friendships emerge out of this experience.
PS. Want to mention the 16 something girl, with 30 something years of experience of being sixteen. I had a wonderful time with her, espicially enjoyed our talks.