5 lessons that I learned from the Triund trek

Well, from my childhood I was labeled as physically weak. My cousin brothers used to beat me black and blue and my one blow couldn’t even bring a scratch on them. And then there were a series of diseases right from measles to malaria to chicken pox to jaundice and not to forget my on and off relationship with low blood pressure. Initially, I was skeptical about trekking up to Triund and more so after the Shimla debacle in 2014. So, the first 30 minutes I was gasping for breath but soon I was fine. There came a point where I was encouraging one of my friends to climb up. I trekked up to Triund in 4 hours and came down in just 2. This might seem kind of stupid to few but it means a lot to me, as all this while I was underestimating myself. Yes, that was lesson 1.

And never underestimate your Phone too

I am not a photographer and also do not like spending much money on mobile phones. I was carrying my Asus Zenfone 5 while others were carrying iPhones and DSLRs. Initially, I thought I would not use my phone for clicking pictures as they never came good but when you go to a beautiful place like Triund you can’t help clicking few images. And surprisingly my phone did a much better job than I had expected and  to be honest, some of them were really good. Yes, they may not be at par with iPhone or DSLR but they were passable. So, the second lesson that I learned was, do not underestimate your phone and keep on clicking photos without thinking much.

Do not Take Short Cuts in the Mountains

Yes, this is the third thing trekking to Triund made me learn. At one point of time, we felt so tired that we wanted to reach as quickly as the possible. One of my friends suggested the idea of short cut that we all agreed with. After some time we all realized what mistake we did. The path we chose was steep and quite dangerous. One wrong step and we would fall and hurt ourselves. The shortcut not only exhausted us but also turned out to be a time-consuming trail.

Listened to myself for the first time

The next morning one of my friends and I sneaked out of the tent to watch the sun rise. It was a calm morning as most people were sleeping. The first rays of sun hitting the snow covered Dhauladhar range made it glisten like gold. While sitting on a rock and witnessing the sun cast its magic spell on the mountains I realized what I had to do with my life. For the first time ever, I listened to myself. After almost a year I thanked myself I listened to nobody but myself.

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