Behind every execution, remains a successful planning. Do you really think it’s true? Well, I believe it’s a myth.
I was thrilled after my brother broke out the news to me that we were going on an adventure trip to Uttarakhand. I couldn’t contain my excitement and started planning rigorously for the trip. I gathered information from Books, Websites, Friends and every possible source to make sure everything fell in place. It took me nearly 3 months to muster a perfect plan and it ended as one of the most disaster trips ever. Due to few unforeseen situations, we couldn’t go even after making all the reservations and bookings.
Exactly, a year later, after the trip was called off for the second time due to improper dates, I gave up thinking it’ll happen when it’s meant to be. There is no point in putting hours of time, energy and efforts to see everything go in vain.
Would you believe your ears what exactly happened after that?
Let me give you a timeline of events :
1ST day – Plan initiated and tentative dates decided for the trip.
2nd day – Arguments and discussions over the dates.
3rd day – Flight tickets booked, Accommodation and transport: sorted
4th day – Off to a getaway
What we couldn’t do for over 3 months happened in just 3 days. All I did was few hours of browsing, few calls here and there and the rest was all sorted. I was emotionless and my feelings knew no bounds.
My trip to Uttarakhand was always unpredictable. Nothing ever went smoothly. While I felt ebullient, at the same time, I was prepared to face the worst, given the past experience.
Few of us are lucky enough to come across their passion at a very young age. Let me be honest, even at the age of 23; I wasn’t sure about the purpose of my life. I just led a normal, relaxed, stressed out, about-to-become-an-MBA kind of life. Hell broke; realization dawned upon and I started to chase relentlessly about the things I am passionate about. Though it took time and patience to figure out, I finally did get to what actually drove me.
I decided, like all the travel junkies, I would travel till I drop!
My flight was in the mid-afternoon, which gave me an ample amount of time to pack my luggage required for the trip. My camera, batteries, tripod and all the extra gear required.
The moment I landed in Delhi, I was in a state of juxtaposition. Delhi always gave me mixed feelings. It’s crowded, messy, typical metropolitan moving around the clock. I am a person of my own personal spaces.
My flight landed on time, thanks to the spectacular strategies of airlines these days. While we waited for another friend of ours to join us, we couldn’t stop but gaze around the airport looking at the culture of the people around us. It was so different up in the north compared to the people in the south. The culture, language, fashion, food, ambience, environment, everything was very different.
Our bus to Rishikesh was at around 10 P.M in the night, giving us time to explore little of Delhi, which is really impossible in such an insanely less amount of time. To move across from one point to another, it would take nearly half an hour to 45 minutes, although, it was only 5 kms of distance.
Our ride to the bus station boarding point was fairly expected, given the time of distance and the traffic in Delhi. It was no less than a tipsy topsy ride. To my surprise, the bus facility provided by the Government was kind of amazing. Though the ticket was fairly less compared to the private transportation, the kind of service provided was good.