Our jaunt to Vizag was a freak out plan that took birth about four weeks ago. Drained and strained by the hectic chores of life at 3:30 or 4 am on a Friday (that’s quite like us) we took a decision to pack our bags and leave at the earliest possible date that was commensurate for all. At times in life we often reach a point wherein the mechanical routine gets so much into you that the solitary desire to ‘break free’ overtakes every other daily duty, routine office work and responsibility that binds you. Such was our frame of mind when after six months of deliberation (am sure all of us involved know how many times we have discussed a vacation) we took the call to just ‘go’ “come what may” be the consequences.
A vacation is the only time wherein we get time to contemplate about life, where we are and maybe what we intend to do. My agenda for the trip was a bit different. As mentioned before it was to break free from the shackles which bound me for the last few months. But alas destiny has its own plans in every intended trip which sparked some colorful moments, hilarious incidents, surprise separations, heightened emotions - all of which paved way for some great experiences and thought provoking realizations.
Amongst the other places of visit (Kailashgiri, beaches) I somehow knew that I would go back to the Kali temple eversince I visited it for the first time in 2007. I felt at strangely at home and relaxed. Ma Kali’s eyes conveyed unconditional assurance. I thanked the person who built this wonderful temple facing the sea.
The climax of the trip was definitely the night out at the beach. Along with my friends I went absolutely crazy. We totally let loose, experiencing an all time high - shouting, screaming, running and absorbing the night in ecstasy. To load shedding and complete darkness added to the excitement. It almost unbelievable how we invested our efforts to get the correct focus of the camera and managed to pose in darkness for "perfect" photo shoots. The waves dashed and as usual I fell completely drenched. One of the few times, I let go completely. It seemed that all my virtues and vices fused in the unending sea and for once I felt I could be myself minus any pretensions and consequences.
The road to Araku got me connected with the mountains and their grandeur. The constant defenders of nature irrespective of time and space gave me the much needed feeling of consistency in vacillating times. Borra caves, gardens and coffee plantations was a time of prefect communion with nature.
To add to my philosophical reflections I would emphasize that the trip exposed me to a mixed bag. The eternal sea with the rising and receding waves reminded me of our journey through life with its highs and lows. I traced the path of a wave rising from eternity, making for the peak midway or towards the end but reaching its destination to this side of the shore at any cost. It seemed that the sea told me the story of life. On the other hand the mountains spoke of solitude, peace, determination and permanency in nature. I drew inspiration for my inward nature and internal solace. There could be no better balance and leveling of life a combination of the moving sea and still mountains.
My trip was not only one of reflections. I had a ball of a time laughing my heart out, cracking jokes, being a victim to the silly ones, tripping to glory, complaining, yelling, demanding food hungrily, fasting, yapping, sleeping, being sarcastic with anger…It covered almost every emotion… So a toast to the buddies who made this happen …I love you all!
I would coin this trip as certainly a one I would look back down memory lane. As the saying goes people, associates, acquaintances friends come and go in your life but memories, and feelings remain. And some moments which are trapped within frames of a photograph add to the bag of experiences that stay with you. Surprisingly I remembered a film dialogue that “The show must go on” irrespective of any situation. It’s our spirits that trigger us to move on. An interaction with nature reiterated this fact yet again.
A vacation is the only time wherein we get time to contemplate about life, where we are and maybe what we intend to do. My agenda for the trip was a bit different. As mentioned before it was to break free from the shackles which bound me for the last few months. But alas destiny has its own plans in every intended trip which sparked some colorful moments, hilarious incidents, surprise separations, heightened emotions - all of which paved way for some great experiences and thought provoking realizations.
Amongst the other places of visit (Kailashgiri, beaches) I somehow knew that I would go back to the Kali temple eversince I visited it for the first time in 2007. I felt at strangely at home and relaxed. Ma Kali’s eyes conveyed unconditional assurance. I thanked the person who built this wonderful temple facing the sea.
The climax of the trip was definitely the night out at the beach. Along with my friends I went absolutely crazy. We totally let loose, experiencing an all time high - shouting, screaming, running and absorbing the night in ecstasy. To load shedding and complete darkness added to the excitement. It almost unbelievable how we invested our efforts to get the correct focus of the camera and managed to pose in darkness for "perfect" photo shoots. The waves dashed and as usual I fell completely drenched. One of the few times, I let go completely. It seemed that all my virtues and vices fused in the unending sea and for once I felt I could be myself minus any pretensions and consequences.
The road to Araku got me connected with the mountains and their grandeur. The constant defenders of nature irrespective of time and space gave me the much needed feeling of consistency in vacillating times. Borra caves, gardens and coffee plantations was a time of prefect communion with nature.
To add to my philosophical reflections I would emphasize that the trip exposed me to a mixed bag. The eternal sea with the rising and receding waves reminded me of our journey through life with its highs and lows. I traced the path of a wave rising from eternity, making for the peak midway or towards the end but reaching its destination to this side of the shore at any cost. It seemed that the sea told me the story of life. On the other hand the mountains spoke of solitude, peace, determination and permanency in nature. I drew inspiration for my inward nature and internal solace. There could be no better balance and leveling of life a combination of the moving sea and still mountains.
My trip was not only one of reflections. I had a ball of a time laughing my heart out, cracking jokes, being a victim to the silly ones, tripping to glory, complaining, yelling, demanding food hungrily, fasting, yapping, sleeping, being sarcastic with anger…It covered almost every emotion… So a toast to the buddies who made this happen …I love you all!
I would coin this trip as certainly a one I would look back down memory lane. As the saying goes people, associates, acquaintances friends come and go in your life but memories, and feelings remain. And some moments which are trapped within frames of a photograph add to the bag of experiences that stay with you. Surprisingly I remembered a film dialogue that “The show must go on” irrespective of any situation. It’s our spirits that trigger us to move on. An interaction with nature reiterated this fact yet again.
No comments:
Post a Comment