Monaco was no ordinary country. I haven’t seen a country so hoity-toity in my life. This country oozes with opulence and good-looks. The women here look like they were dropped directly from some place above heaven. And the men look exactly like the kind of men these women would date. The men here wouldn’t drive anything less than a Lamborghini or Bugatti. And the women wouldn’t wear anything-oh no, not what you are imagining, but-less than 6inch stilettoes. When I discovered, how much these cars could set me back, I felt Porsche and Mercedes were dirt-cheap.
Every time I returned safely from a trip, my family’s belief in God becomes firmer.
Every time I crave for some inspiration I turn to nature and I’m never disappointed. I always return thoroughly intoxicated. Time to time, soaking in the marvels of nature has a therapeutic effect on my mind and body. I love to meditate sitting in the middle of a dense forest while absorbing the musical sounds coming from it. My recent trip was to Western Ghats in India, a UNESCO World Heritage Site rich in biodiversity. I
I had a long way to go even to be called a below average rider. My instructor would scream “heels down” and I would say “but there are monkeys,” he would say “sit back” and I would say, “there is a blaring bike on the road,” he would say “reins shorter,” I would say “but there are people watering the plants.” Such was the plight of my instructor. He quit in a matter of few days and I sincerely hope I was not the only reason.
I wanted to impress Mother with my riding skills and change her opinion of me from being a useless daughter to a very talented daughter once and for all. Mother doesn’t think much of horse riding. She would be happier if I learnt bull riding or buffalo riding instead. At least that way my skills could be put to use in soil tilling during the unavailability of a tractor or something.
While standing in the queue to board the Panjim bus, a hot and snazzy guy boarding the bus caught my attention. I slurped and sighed and boarded the bus myself, a few minutes later. I found my seat with some difficulty as my bags weighed me down and made me look like the ugly version of Atlas carrying the globe on his back. Along with my seat I found the hot snazzy guy sitting next to my seat. Perhaps, I slurped a little too loud and God was feeling generous.
While you are in the company of Himalayas inner, peace is a natural process. The hardship I went through climbing the godlike Mountains was perfectly justified when I found myself meditating without fighting thoughts. Snow peaks, gorges, streams, yaks, horse, pine trees and a lot peace and quiet surrounded me. This is exactly why Himalayas is synonymous to renunciation. When you are up there you are really “up” there. Everything else in life seems insignificant.
My sister applied Kohl to my eyes while I blinked several times and tried to scratch the inaccessible parts of my body. This was my sister’s attempt to make my tired and ugly-so called-face look slightly presentable for my brother’s wedding. With only a few smudges around my dark circles and eyelids my sister accomplished the task. Then she took a good look at me and was convinced Kohl pencil was not a magic wand. Not only was it a waste of natural resources but also the world looked slightly heavy and gloomy through my newly kholed eyes.
Love affair with horse riding
One time when I got an aisle seat on the flight from Kathmandu to Kolkata, I fell all over the window seat guy next to me and clicked pics like there was no tomorrow. After a while, irritated, he turned to me and asked if it was my first flight, in the hope of putting me off. I giggled and continued. But I did tell him off in my mind, “dude, it’s the Himalayas, you cannot not click no matter how many times you fly.”