Have you ever felt that sudden adrenaline rush? Have you ever felt as if your head is going to explode and your heart is going to pump out of your chest and your veins are going to burst as a result of the grave excitement that you divulge yourself in?
All of this happened to me lately, on my very first non parental trip to Manali.
Manali. The name itself forces us to close our eyes and think about the innumerable tags that are being associated with it.
The song 'Manali Trance', our very favorite, excites us and makes us more inclined towards this place.
Then the scenic beauty is not something unheard of.
The hills, the ravels and the falls, they continue to mesmerize us and keep us longing for more.
Nevertheless, this place is a true site of beauty. The uncut, the raw form of nature. The air is so fresh that we want to suck all of it inside us without realizing that such a sudden exaction may explode our lungs. We wish to grab all of the serene beauty of this place at a glance.
Rohtang, Solang, Old manali, there's so much to this place!
Our naked eyes fall short in number when one wishes to go sightseeing. No matter how much we wander, we always feel as if something very crucial, very evident is left behind.
The compassion that the people of this place hold inside them, is worth the appreciation. I've experienced their honesty for myself when I forgot my phone at an eating joint and the owner contacted my parents and friends, providing them whereabouts of my phone, asking me to fetch it the very next day. Touched, indeed.
Lots has been said about Manali even though the topic is something else but it was a must. I couldn't stop myself from writing about this dynamic place.
The starting of the trip was smooth. I felt finally independent, got stung with this feeling of experiencing something new. I'll call this feeling 'sensory overload'.
Everything was going perfectly fine and sweet, but then this stark terror stung me. I finally realized that I was going away, from the protective cover of my parents, from the comfort of my house and from the constant love and companionship of my dog. I was with people but more than that I was on my own. For any kind of harm or agony that I witness, I myself will be liable.
I surmise, this is the only reason my parents agreed on sending me to this trip even then when I knew only 1 person well and was acquainted with only 2 persons out of the 12 people accompanying me. My mood changed very swiftly from ecstatic to bleak, yet the reason was unknown.
I admit somewhere deep inside, I felt scared. Scared cause I knew for anything bad that happens I wont be able to blame my parents, I won't be able to run to them for solutions and most importantly I won't be able to ask them to fix whatever was wrong promptly cause they were approximately 538 kilometers away.
Trips are way different when you start one with friends. It's not like nobody cares about anybody else, but it's just nobody has got the time to look out for others. Even when you are best of friends, you need to save yourself on your own. Each day brings a lot of thrill as well a lot of responsibilities. The trip doesn't only stands for the fun part and denote your freedom, but it also helps one to realize that how capable you are to take care of yourself. You need to hold the bag no matter how heavy the rocks weigh. You know, you just cant give up and run to your saviors, your parents, no matter how severe emotional and physical turmoil you face.
To be very honest with my readers, this trip wasn't very enjoyable for me. No matter how beautiful the scenery was or how jovial the company I faced, I was not able to enjoy it thoroughly cause I was always engulfed in the thoughts of what next? The trip not only made me realize that it's not easy to manage your life but it also made me comprehend that the world is not a fairy tale.
Instead it a Laughing Buddha, the famous desert of old Manali. It seems fun to try and stirring to consume but the after effects leave you gloomy and numb.
So is the world. You feel as if you want to explore every dimension of it, you want to by-stand every possible thing it holds, but when you finally do, the feeling is not always filling and upbeat. It's many a times dim and disconcerting.
I'm glad that I went for this trip or else i would've never experienced the world out of my parents' shade, I wouldn't have been able to start my life as an adult.
And lastly would not have been able to understand that the world is a LAUGHING BUDDHA.
All of this happened to me lately, on my very first non parental trip to Manali.
Manali. The name itself forces us to close our eyes and think about the innumerable tags that are being associated with it.
The song 'Manali Trance', our very favorite, excites us and makes us more inclined towards this place.
Then the scenic beauty is not something unheard of.
The hills, the ravels and the falls, they continue to mesmerize us and keep us longing for more.
Nevertheless, this place is a true site of beauty. The uncut, the raw form of nature. The air is so fresh that we want to suck all of it inside us without realizing that such a sudden exaction may explode our lungs. We wish to grab all of the serene beauty of this place at a glance.
Rohtang, Solang, Old manali, there's so much to this place!
Our naked eyes fall short in number when one wishes to go sightseeing. No matter how much we wander, we always feel as if something very crucial, very evident is left behind.
The compassion that the people of this place hold inside them, is worth the appreciation. I've experienced their honesty for myself when I forgot my phone at an eating joint and the owner contacted my parents and friends, providing them whereabouts of my phone, asking me to fetch it the very next day. Touched, indeed.
Lots has been said about Manali even though the topic is something else but it was a must. I couldn't stop myself from writing about this dynamic place.
The starting of the trip was smooth. I felt finally independent, got stung with this feeling of experiencing something new. I'll call this feeling 'sensory overload'.
Everything was going perfectly fine and sweet, but then this stark terror stung me. I finally realized that I was going away, from the protective cover of my parents, from the comfort of my house and from the constant love and companionship of my dog. I was with people but more than that I was on my own. For any kind of harm or agony that I witness, I myself will be liable.
I surmise, this is the only reason my parents agreed on sending me to this trip even then when I knew only 1 person well and was acquainted with only 2 persons out of the 12 people accompanying me. My mood changed very swiftly from ecstatic to bleak, yet the reason was unknown.
I admit somewhere deep inside, I felt scared. Scared cause I knew for anything bad that happens I wont be able to blame my parents, I won't be able to run to them for solutions and most importantly I won't be able to ask them to fix whatever was wrong promptly cause they were approximately 538 kilometers away.
Trips are way different when you start one with friends. It's not like nobody cares about anybody else, but it's just nobody has got the time to look out for others. Even when you are best of friends, you need to save yourself on your own. Each day brings a lot of thrill as well a lot of responsibilities. The trip doesn't only stands for the fun part and denote your freedom, but it also helps one to realize that how capable you are to take care of yourself. You need to hold the bag no matter how heavy the rocks weigh. You know, you just cant give up and run to your saviors, your parents, no matter how severe emotional and physical turmoil you face.
To be very honest with my readers, this trip wasn't very enjoyable for me. No matter how beautiful the scenery was or how jovial the company I faced, I was not able to enjoy it thoroughly cause I was always engulfed in the thoughts of what next? The trip not only made me realize that it's not easy to manage your life but it also made me comprehend that the world is not a fairy tale.
Instead it a Laughing Buddha, the famous desert of old Manali. It seems fun to try and stirring to consume but the after effects leave you gloomy and numb.
So is the world. You feel as if you want to explore every dimension of it, you want to by-stand every possible thing it holds, but when you finally do, the feeling is not always filling and upbeat. It's many a times dim and disconcerting.
I'm glad that I went for this trip or else i would've never experienced the world out of my parents' shade, I wouldn't have been able to start my life as an adult.
And lastly would not have been able to understand that the world is a LAUGHING BUDDHA.
