A Traveler's Memoir

I have left bits of me in various places that I can visit anytime in the blink of my eye. As I rode on towards Dharamshala, I understood that the best part of my journey was over and I was coming back into senseless civilization and meaningless lives.  I found a place to dump my luggage in a small crowded town and went out to visit the Dalai Lama monastery or the Kalachakra Temple. The place was lit with numerous lamps and was glittering like gold. The streets were filled with their traditional style of art and craft.  The next day I started riding to Vaishno Devi temple in Jammu. My intention was to touch the last state on the north and  The Kutch of Gujarat on the west before returning home. After riding through the day, I reached Katra around 6 PM, I got my pass to enter the temple, left my luggage in a locker and started hiking.  When I saw food being served, i ate and continued to climb. This was where I realised I had become numb. I didn't feel any pain and was...

I was hired into business development and my boss was not an easy one. In fact, one of the scariest. A perfectionist.  I didn't know what he was trying with me? Finally one day, just after 3 months I told him “Abhi, I don't think I can save our friendship if we continue to work together.” He said okay, like a gentleman, as we reached the office he wrote me a cheque to date and said “You can hand it over.” Only after leaving his company, I realised the knowledge I had gained but I don't regret quitting since I would have lost his friendship. One great guidance I got was to treat personal life and work-life separately, which I apply even now. Life is impossible otherwise. During graduation, I wanted to be a tour escort, so I could travel to different places. With the pressure to settle down, I ended up taking the wrong jobs and messed my career. I have about 7 offer letters with hardly a couple of relieving letters. I do things with passion or don't do it at all. The day...

It is rare for me to sit pillion on motorcycles, But now I didn't have a choice, and I was starting to like it. It protected me from the cold and allowed me to enjoy the nature around. I even bumped into a wild buffalo in the city center. "Have they lost their way, or have we taken their place?" There was a splendor bike left to rust at the cottage. I wondered If I could get the bike repaired so I can move around. The feeling of being lost is coming back. I am seeing many kinds of people. All have their own stories and struggles. I see old people carrying firewood on the roads. People earning their livelihood with small food joints serving hot meals in this chill climate. I have my respect for them. But I don't want to settle down here, and I need to keep moving. I wondered "how do i reach to the top of the country?" I always thought "What's the fun when you know your next day?" Because When I first started working , I had got very comfortable ...