The irony of my life just does not end. i might be going for a pilgrimage to the Char Dham. The fact that i don't subscribe to any religion or God makes this trip ironic for me. Maybe my wish to go to the Himalayas is going to be fulfilled - but without the sack of ganja and books! But i want to accompany her on her last journey - we would be taking her ashes to immerge in the Ganga. The journey is going to be pretty hectic - i would be most probably dead by the time i come back. i am scared i just might turn into a scarecrow with all the trekking and vegetarian food.
As much i hate organised tours, we would be going in one. My only comfort is that we are going on a customised deluxe tour - just the three of us. i don't think i can take the stress of travelling with other people and having to go with their timetable. i hope the wind does not sweep me off the cliff or some melodrama of that kind.
The tour is going to be of 10 days. God, 10 days of non stop travelling, of trekking. Why is my "look-at-me-i-am-so-adventurous" self chickening out? Because i am not sure of the facilities in India (snobbish bitch!) - i mean, would they have proper restrooms, drinking water blah blah? Umm...
i don't even know whether i am looking forward to it. Maybe i will enjoy it. Maybe this trip will be the end of me (please stop being so bloody melodramatic. You are not in an Ekta Kapoor serial.).
Maybe i will come back converted - you will see me in saffron drabs singing "Hare Ram Hare Krishna". That just would be the day.
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and maybe, just maybe, all the inner turmoil will finally be at peace.
have fun, girl.. :) - that sounds like a bad thing to say - ok, just unwind...
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