My Trekk Experience & Life

Life takes you to unknown destinations, it always does, many a times you realise it after its too late. Journey towards unknowing destinations is a mixed bundle of joy, thrill, anxiety, worry, all clubbed together.

Recently on 25th of Jan, 2008. I had been to a place called Harishchandragad, its a high mountain trekk. The trip was unscheduled and was planned at the eleventh hour. We ten friends went there.

We did all the things in an unexpected manner. We began the trekk right in the night at 11 pm. This trekk was first of its kind for all of us, as we had not been to harishchandragad before. We were not knowing the terrain, the geography, neither did we have the kit the professional trekkers carry. Dangerous propositions, all together.

Well well, so our trekk began at 11 pm, with the help of torches we started the trekk. It was certainly not an easy trekk as we were told by others. We all were tired a lot, the jungle was too thick and dense. Night trekk did carry its own risks, all kind of alien sounds greeted us, sounds we never heard before. It was the darkest hours of the midnight, thrill was at its zenith. To add to the joy, it was too cold out there.

At around two am we prepared lime juice in the most unorthodox manner, at the most unexpected and unusual of places, in the deepest and darkest ravens of Sahyadri. Then came the risky cliff, the trekk for about 300 metres was so risky that one, very small mistake on one’s part could have cost his or her life.

Somehow we reached atop the mountain at 5.00 am totally tired, perspired with all our energies lost in the trekk, and with no sleep, we just wished we could sleep somewhere, we took our space, we all slept on the plateau, but the chilling cold ensured that we could not sleep. We then had a bonfire to warm us up. It helped the cause a little bit though.

We had been to one point on that mountain called as Kokankada. Phew… what a place it is. Even the boldest of the person would tremble to see down from that point. A steep straight oval shaped mountain. The valley down is so deep, that it makes your heart pound a bit faster.

After visiting all the places, we started our backward return journey. It was then, that i realized, where we had been to. The return journey was more difficult, for it was now daylight and we could see the steep cliffs and the valley downwards, while trekking down. Two of our friends were very unnerved and terrified by the scene. The height factor was there, that was their first trekk and that caused jitters and butterlies in their belly. Their tremble, their lack of confidence was a cause of real worry for all of us, and especially for me, for i was the one responsible for the entire flock.

Somehow we managed to get down.

While coming down, i could not stop questioning the rationale behind such ‘adventurism’. I asked myself, whether the risk taken was worthwhile? Didnt we act recklessly like many other trekkers who lose their lives in similar endavors? Nature is very kind and benevolent to you till the moment you play by its rule, once you cross that fine line, its just a matter of chance.

Dont we in our personal lives, act in similar reckless manner? Do we do proper analysis of any acts of ours, that could not only cost you, but your near and dear ones. Very smaller things. Many a times, out of ignorance or utter carelessness, dont we commit things that could cause risk to ourselves and others.

Many people rubbish my cautiousness as cowardice or negative approach, but what i strongly feel is that why should we multiply problems in these already insecure times. Is discretion not the better part of valor.

Friends life is beautiful, you get it only once to live, live it fully and yes… carefully….

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My Experiments with Truth… (Not Gandhiji’s…)

I had inherited the tradition of selfless work from my father, who was a benevolent person and continues to be my hero all the way through. I was pushed into a group, which I am unable to fathom whether it was by design or by an accident. A friend of mine requested me to design a yahoo group for their friend’s new group. Soon I found myself to be a part of it and amidst centre of controversy.

The group was meant to be a group working in social sector, with all pomp people of various shades and hues joined. Not all joined for pure social work though. The whole process for the last three years was worth cherishing and I evolved a more measured a more mature person.

In the initial days of that group joined in a ‘founder member’, a Professor, and what a person he was. Maybe he had very little patience and he very fast changed his colors and his greed for crucial posts in the organization was visible all over. When I and my friends raised fingers at him, he hacked the group’s email id and sent malicious mails to all the group members. That was the most crucial phase of our group and we stood together to boot the Professor out of the group. Sanity prevailed, we went ahead.

Then came a Social Worker, whose motto was ‘attack’, he through his oral prowess did try to spell bound everyone, but one could see him through his skin. Soon his fib was exposed and the poor fella ended up being nowhere. All the way through, down these three years, I had seen that the one who blows whistle ends up with all the mud on his face. I was being targeted by the ‘Professor’, the ‘Social Worker’ and other pedigrees, but following my hero’s footstep, I cared a hoot for such mortals. Once you are sure of what you are, once you know the direction, do we really care for anything??

Then came an ‘aggressive’ self proclaimed Leader. The one who would rubbish all the decisions taken together and try to dominate all and one, one who played cunning behind the scenes games, to create lobbies and ventured to create a parallel power centre around himself. Such was his initial influence that all were spell bound. But soon all realized the person was working for his own image build up, and really bothered a bit about others. Poor guy he, had no other way but to opt out and he found it difficult to squeeze himself in.

Then along with this self proclaimed leader came an unique person with stiff mechanical type of mindset, a born bureaucratic mentality, such was his persona that one could hardly find him smiling. Perhaps he never read the word “Trust”. Sorry guy that he was, found no place for himself. Criticism was his middle name and one never saw him appreciating anyone, this egoistic and a bit confused man was naturally shown the door.

Then the shocker… Our own person, a nice guy, a cool headed (now we realized it was empty one), changed his colors, blind trust he calls, he changed so swiftly after his marriage, his dominant crooked and evil minded wife destroyed the person altogether. This poor pathless guy wavered and lost his equilibrium, just to quit himself voluntarily.

Down the line three sets of people joined and left – Havshya, Navshya, Gavshya. Havshya – the one joined out of curiousity, Navashya – the one who had clear vision, ideals and goal, Gavashya – the one of the kind of people listed above. The first kind of people remained good followers, some faithful ones, some fence sitters, the second kind were the once who kept the movement going on even after suffering many setbacks. The third kind of people, unfortunately, we met quite a few, were the crooked, they either joined for money, for fame or for posts. These crooks were naturally kicked out.

One another thing that I learnt from the group and that made me evolve even stronger one. Prior to this group, I lacked self conviction, self confidence. Confidence to express myself, confidence to challenge the wrong. I had definite sets of ideas in my mind, but not the platform to execute it. I had a direction in my mind, but lacked the confidence. But thanks to my friends listed above, they made me stronger.

Many a years ago, I had read few lines in a commercial ads – There comes a time in your life, when you don’t care what others say, for deep down, you are sure of what you are… Everytime these dirty people poked fingers on me, I knew with all kind of certainty that four fingers were pointed back at them, once I had the conviction of courage and the belief that I was not wrong, I had no reason to panic or to change even a degree, for deep down I knew that I was right and my point would be vindicated sooner or later. The matter is only of time.