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He woke up four inches below the snow like bed. But the day ahead was going to be as treacherous. He felt excited because travelling to rural India gave a smile to his face. Indian villages to a good extent still practice their civilisational old traditions. The air is different, the land for miles is green. But leaving Delhi behind is a lengthy affair. Their is an infrastructure push. Hundreds and thousands of trees that once gave beauty, breath and shade have now given way to expressway and highways and along with it empty, always being constructed high rise buildings. Slowly we start going past it. And we start seeing cow dung cakes kept for sun drying for kilometres. For centuries cow dung cakes known as “upla” in Hindi are used for cooking, cleaning homes and for homa- the fire worship. It’s smoke is known to purify the environment killing small insects and creatures. Many years ago someone said to Nara about India, when he was roaming in the river valleys of Kedar, that India …

Amarnath in the times of article 370

Even after thinking about doing something daily, one ends up doing it, achieving it, finishing it only in the head. In the head is good, as it creates enough compound interest in head but it is not good enough. I have had ups and downs, and have been away from home for some time. I was in Kashmir when article 370 was taken off. I was one of the last person to have trekked the majestic Amarnath ji this year. Without any plan or any inclination to have wanted to do it but surrendering to flow of life is such it takes you along on the paths, and you would enjoy. I fell in love with the harmony of the few people who walked along, some saints barefoot, and two without a leg who finished approximately sixty kilometres in as many days as I did. Food, sweets, tea, love and the name of shiva. But the feeling was erratic even then. Tents, people were leaving a month before. And many had already left. The way …

Almost Empty

Dawn 2 New Delhi Is it true that good days pass fast or even boring days sprint by too? And what about the rainy ones if it is only raining all day ? When the weeping of the clouds has taken the better out of you, amongst the buildings that only deal with touching the clouds. Like the society in front of mine is “Cloud 9”. And mine is “Angel Mercury”. And they are serious people! What would a boring day look like in the life of a modern Yogi? Too much comfort? Availability of Gadgets! No one talks of electricity anymore! Yog is an art and yoga is the union. Let me write fast because I have eaten rather lazily by the end of tonight when I had thought of skipping it. Ma cooked something irresistible. And when one is rarely at home, smells such a delicacy from the god’s hand herself. I would rather not eat for whole tomorrow than now. Tomorrow is the weekly fast day. This fast, though I have been …

Dawn: One

Dawn 1 New Delhi Dawn is comes every day. As outside like inside, mostly by the time it is ending. That feeling of a day gone. And all the imagination of doing and doing more rests. Inspiration is something one has to seek every where each moment. But it is as true that inspiration will come but it should find you working. I discovered Seth’s blog and heard him the other day. I am liking people who are wearing and predicting future with stats. I would like you to go and hear some of his talks if you still haven’t heard him. Rasool’s edit is done and I have sent it for approval. By noon tomorrow it should be approved and I hope to publish and make it live for the world night short of Indian Independence Day. I hope I can help Rasool. I have no idea if I fail to collect any amount, I do not think Rasool will see any day after  100th day. He is down with all kinds of chronic …

Riding to the Rajasthan Borders

Jaisalmer to Tanot : Longewala : Pabu ki dhani – After reaching back to Jaisalmer from Khuri i decided to travel to Longewala- a border village and visit Tanot temple. It was 120 kilometres from the city and buses would only go to Ramgarh-half way. So i rented a Suzuki bike and rode for 3 days around border villages. The road to Tanot temple was like riding a snake, and that snake is slithering across the horizon of Sand and Sky that too at night. It was late when i reached .Around 9. I went to the only hotel-dharamsala and found no body there. It was open. And it was empty. Unbolted doors were beating heavily. The wind was making an impression. And over all no body seemed to have any interest either in the temple or in the popular last army post. I seemed to be the only one- once excited visitor to have come to this ghost-not-even-a-town. I sat outside that hotel on earth near my bike, waiting for someone to happen. I …

In Omni to Hanley

When young, drive Omni. To zojila, to Leh, to Hanle, to tso moreri, to i don’t know what pass that came after hundred’s of horses ran to take left, we took towards sky- a concrete river bed on top of a conical mountain which went all afternoon. Many called it a road. Through a broken bridge, through the ditches connecting another ditch on the Yoga day. While laughing at others. While laughing atourselves. While stopping before every loop to the mountain up. The dancing carrier. The nostalgia of the petrol fumes over six days. As every bicycle left us behind. Our omni made it across the Rohtang. But always carry two people to push it through. We needed many only once. On the road with Omni | July 15.