A dull afternoon, holidays, nothing to do and restlessness. Typical Me. I booked an overnight ride to Rishikesh. After a cranky, congested and half sleepy ride I reached Rishikesh at 7 am. With the sun already out in the sky, it was mildly cold. After a cup of chai and paratha, I took a bus to Rudraprayag. The plan was to reach Chopta by evening and trek to Tungnath the next day. Tungnath is the world’s highest shiv mandir. When I ride my bike in the mountains I used to feel the aura of that place but this time I sat in the back seat dangling all way and the only aura I got was of someone puking. I reached Rudraprayag by 2 pm. This time I occupied the front seat of the bus with another 3 hours to reach ukhimat. The monsoon river, pure emerald green in colour glistened there peacefully. Flowing tirelessly for over thousand years, it has chiseled beautiful patterns in those rocks. I feel so connected to those patterns as if they are those lines on the inner side of my palms. The barcodes of your destiny. The curves of the roads felt like the rhythms of an eternal musical note. The feeling of being home at the end of the day and shouting, ‘Maaa...’
My psychologist once said to my parents,
your son is like a river.
Your abundant freedom has failed to build check dams
And as a result, the water is being wasted.
However my parents never agreed on any of his points.
After this trip to uttarakhand, when I go back I would say.
Mom, the psychologist is right.
“ I am indeed like the river.
In fact, the same river flowing to my side.
Calm and quiet,
But in my truest nature
I am capable of destroying anything and everything;
Including the existence of life itself.
People don’t fear you unless you are capable of destruction”.
I reached ukhimat by 5pm. As it was a complete off season I had to pay 1000 bucks to the cab driver just for 20kms. As we started to ascend the snowline area started to appear. The road to Chopta was cut off because of heavy snow. I had to bunk in at a place called ‘Baniyakund’, 5kms behind Chopta. I suited up well to battle the tough could of -6 degree Celsius. After having some food and two cups of chai, all I did for the next 14 hours was SLEEP. I woke up at 10 am overlooking those snow capped mountains, the mighty Himalayas. I geared up in my combat pants and my Army boots to start my trek to Tungnath. But before that I had to trek a patch of 4kms to reach Chopta as the roads were still cut off due to snow. With all those stops for clicking pictures, it took me 2 hrs to reach Chopta. That means it’s time for chai’. Seeing my combat pants people welcome me with the traditional ‘ Ram Ram Saab’. After another one hour of trekking, I began to witness the snowfall.