This is not the first time that I tried doing something really stupid and got badly scolded for it. But this time it was far more thrilling and scary for me as an inexperienced and a mere moderate level trekker. Inexperienced because most of my treks till now have been in the western ghats, which are not as giantly numbered in terms of altitude as the Himalayan mountains and also provide ample oxygen and livable weather. Neither did they have freezing temperatures and even if my only two Himalayan treks did, I was well equipped for the oncoming inconvenience. In my current trek, I had to face the troubles with just a t-shirt and a sweat shirt and these troubles were far more biting.
It had been more than a year since I met my wing mates and even longer since i went out on a trip with these guys. Suddenly one day, I see that I'm added to 'Manali trip', a Whatsapp group created by these guys. And then comes Abhijith's message, "Guys we are coming to Delhi this weekend. Keep yourselves free for 3 days. We are going for a trip to the Himalayas." And of course that smiley in the end wearing cool aviators and another with a rock on hand sign. Before I go any further, let me give you a brief about the members of this group.
We were 5 wing mates, who just became engineers and got separated by the desparate need in life, 'money'. Shafeeq, Nandu and Abhijith in Bangalore and me and Roshan in Gurugram. There are more from the same wing, but they couldn't make it for the trip. Ours is a group of 10 wing mates, of which only 2 are non-Malayalis and unfortunately, one of them is me. Unfortunate because as the only minority in that group, language becomes a serious issue. You just can't tell whether they are talking about you or someone else and I always had to wait for them to stop laughing so that someone could tell me the joke and even I could have a short 2 sec fake laugh and later regret wasting my time for that funny joke, which later became 'not so funny' after the explanation and unnecessary build up. Although I tried learning Malayalam, I couldn't. My wing mates weren't good teachers, obviously! However, I'm known as the 25% mallu and the will continue to do so.