"Chasing angels or fleeing demons go to the mountains" - Jeffrey Rasley
It all began on a Monday morning, first day of yet another long week and the thought of the amount of work that needed to be done was depressing to say the least. Although I had a refreshing weekend, I just couldn't shake off the lethargy and dragged my feet to work, feeling a strange restlessness that had been dogging me for quite sometime. I yearned to get away from it all; far from the maddening crowd, so to speak. Away from the bustling environs of the city, with its teeming crowd, the never ending wait in the traffic, and the humdrum existence.
As I enter my cubicle, I cast a look around me. I see people with their heads already buried in their laptops. As I go through my mails and look at the mountain of work that is waiting to be carried out, my sub conscious mind screams at me to run away from there. I gather my wits around me and force myself to concentrate on the work that's pending. By the end of the day I decide that I can take no more, both my mind and body need a break. All along the way back home, I rack my brains for a way out. While I was having my dinner, it came to me as a bolt from the blue, the clarion call of the Himalayas. A quotation by Jeffery Rasley flashes through my mind.
"Chasing angels or fleeing demons go to the mountains"
The mighty Himalayas! - the abode of the Gods it is, I decided. No sooner had the thought occurred, I started thinking about it with my heart racing with excitement. It was well over two years since my last trek to Roopkund in Uttarakhand. The memory of the nights spent under the sky, in tents, the simple but nutritious diet, the harsh but invigorating weather conditions sent my blood racing through my veins. This is the closest one can get to nature. With all the pristine beauty abounding mother nature, there can be no other heaven I thought.
After much soul searching, my guilty conscience tugging at my sleeve, urging me to think about all the work that was beckoning me at my work place, deciding to abandon it all at the drop of a hat, was no easy task. After doing much research I zeroed in on Sandakphu. A good friend of mine had spoken to me about the place and had told me that a colleague of his had quit his lucrative IT job to be a trek lead there. It was a major deciding factor for me, in choosing Sandakphu.
Having decided upon the destination, I set about calling my former trek mates to ask them if they were willing to join me. They were game and that set the ball rolling. Things fell into place with rather amazing ease and before long, we were all aboard the flight which was to take us to Kolkata. From there it was an arduous ten hour journey to NJP(New Jalpaiguri) by train.