Monday, January 1, 2018

Caught in a quake

It was a pleasant day like any other at Jomsom airport, Nepal. A group of around 30 of us were in Jomsom for a trek to Muktinath and after completing it, we were waiting at the airport to get back to Pokhra from where we would go to Kathmandu before taking a flight back to India. However, it wasn't seeming very good for us as we stood there, flights cancelled due to poor weather conditions. Situated in the Himalayan range, subject to frequent snowstorms in the upper reaches, Jomsom was infamous for its last minute flight cancellations.
As we moved out to find some breakfast and find an alternate means of transport to Pokhra, we felt the ground underneath shake violently. There was a sudden uproar and people came running out of their homes. It was an earthquake, which we later realized was rated at an astonishing 8.7 on the Richter scale.
Before we could figure out how to react, we saw huge boulders, weighing tonnes, roll down towards us from the mountain slopes. It was quite clear that they had enough momentum to crush down the entire town. At that moment, I felt what true helplessness was. With the ground quivering, boulders rushing down and the people around in panic, it was a lesson in humility. No amount of theoretical classes could have prepared me for what I felt that moment. It was a mixture of pure fear, an  overwhelming awe for nature and its power, a humble understanding of the impermanence and shortness of life and how easily it could end. We harm nature in many ways but if nature chose to get back, we would have nowhere to go.
Unable to do much, I prayed. "Give us a chance, Mother Nature, we may still do something worthwhile with our lives", I thought. After a few seconds, the boulders halted, just a few metres away. The quake had stopped. We somehow managed to find ourselves a mini van to Pokhra.
After travelling for about 10 hours amidst several mountain ranges, alongside deep gorges and landslides every few minutes of the way, we reached Pokhra at midnight.
Nothing bonds people like being stuck together in crisis. By the time we reached Pokhra and later travelled down to Kathmandu, we faced lot of difficulties. There was no electricity anywhere, food was getting scarce. To add to this, we saw a lot of buildings totally destroyed. People were sleeping on the roads. There was confusion all around and our morals were down. But we shared our resources, helped each other and somehow made it back home. This was indeed a great lesson for life.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Parallel universe

In a parallel universe, maybe, right now, we are cutting cake, singing birthday songs and having dinner together...!!!

Monday, December 18, 2017

Secret Santa!

When I was younger, I would wait,
By the window every Christmas night,
Hoping for Santa Claus to fly by,
Maybe he would bring me gifts,
As portrayed in cartoons and told in tales,
But I never saw as much as a flicker in the sky,
‘You need to put up a Christmas tree’, People said,
And I immediately made and put it up,
‘Probably Santa doesn’t go to non-religious homes’,
I made it a habit of visiting a Church every Christmas,
Still no sign of Santa Claus,
It was then I decided to help my own cause,
I made gifts for my parents and put it under the Christmas tree,
In the morning, I was woken up by my mother’s sweet kiss,
‘Looks like a tiny Santa has been around the house after all’,
That day it dawned on me,
Whether Santa comes with his gifts or not, I am not sure,
But there is a Santa, part and parcel of our soul,
Awaken it, spread some cheer,
Bringing happiness to those far and near,
May the world get a little kinder because you were here,
Merry Christmas to you and your peers!

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

We breathed heavily,
Lying next to each other on the floor,
We were never satisfied with one round,
It was too easy and too usual,
Both of us liked it hard and intense,
It was almost a ritual,
It had to be done everyday, we just had to,
Probably we were addicted to the high it gave us,
As muscles flexed, sweat rolled down our bodies,
Till every inch of the body was on fire,
Starting slow and steadily building the pace,
Only to reach the crescendo of possibilities,
As we lay there, pulses slowing down,
Peace at the thought of a task well done,

"Well done guys", called out the trainer,
"See you tomorrow"...

We rose and left our own ways.....

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Etched rocks

Unable to get back to you since the day you left with someone else,
Unable to get you out of my thoughts,
I think of you time and again,
The memories fresh in my mind,

These are not like castles on a beach, which can be erased by time,
These are like inscriptions on a stone that shall stay forever,
Unless I change my focus and look elsewhere,
The stone and the inscriptions will etch my heart,
Like sea water on beach rocks.

The salt may damage the rocks slowly,
Yet the rocks love to bathe in the light froth of the waves,
So do I let myself be washed away,
Into memories of bliss.

You were not someone else, you were a part of me,
And when you left, you took that part with you....

Monday, October 9, 2017

Leave behind a note if you read this...

For tiny, aspiring bloggers like me, the readers are all the inspiration... It is extremely soothing to know that someone, somewhere has read my post and probably shares at least a small emotional connect... Would you be so kind to leave a comment/note/message about what you read and how you like it....

Friday, September 15, 2017

Tiny tales

When two people want to be close, no distance is far enough... When two people want to separate, no closeness is near enough...