Shifting the pace of life

So now the trip has ended and I am back to pavilion. Needless to say it was an experience worth a lifetime. Also, on the other hand it was a end to a phase of life. Precisely an end to the informal phase of life. As the engines of my A320 gained throttle I quite clearly knew that I am leaving the jobless me behind in shimmer of those golden lights.As the airplane took off I knew nothing was going to be the same as it has always been till date. My third and final year will be starting soon. Time to choose my stream of profession. Right when it seemed quite clear this cute dear friend of mine turns around towards Advertising from Journalism. Stranded was the first feeling. Anguish followed. And then it all vanished. Because as matter of fact every matured individual is incapable of choosing or imposing over another individual. It is the job of one's inner voice. Since I am find myself as a victim of wavering thoughts it became quite difficult to opt for a stream where I will be absolutely short of talent and friends. But then finally some things are meant to happen when your parents predict it. Three words of wisdom and I already started feeling the start this new phase of life; "Go For It." Also I need to start working somewhere ASAP. Two reasons to it: 1. I feel incompetent. 2. My principal has made it compulsory. Unfortunately I do not have a glass of beer in front of me at this time of the day but there sure is a glass of ice tea. So, cheers to this shift in pace of a carriage called Life. Later. :)

A Holiday Indeed

So I am at my last destination out of the four I was destined to enjoy. The past nine days have been full of icy cold winds, exquisite suites, faster than ever room service and a big basket of expectations. Jim Corbett is said to spread over Twelve Hundred sq.km. And yet the positive minded human being sets out to spot the predator, The Bengal Tiger. I was one of them. For many people spotting a tiger in this stretch of forest is a matter of pride. For me it was a matter of sheer luck, which unfortunately fell out shortly after I saw a giant tusker. Out there they say that the friendship with an elephant brings prosperity and enimity with one brings instant death. I could see why. The next stop binsar, a small hill station amidst valleys. Breathtaking. Practically. Binsar is famous for it's birds. And so I saw. For the first time in life I realized the fact thaf fire gives you warmth and also fills you with warmth. Takes all your grief away for the moment. And chicken cooked in the fire, I was just left smiling. Such feelings and the service made the overnight camp a memorable experience. Yes, one of the most memorable ones. Nainital is commercialized. Not much to talk about. Although I'd appreciate the infrastructure and the effort people take in making tourists happy. A job done well. Haridwar was an unexpected stop as it wasn't a part of the holiday. The evening prayers to the ganges are indeed divine. Being a blasphemer, I found the place filthy. A good reason for this world to destroy the enviornment in lieu of religion. Despite of so called god being right with you, when you feel an overall negativity about a place you have to know it aint worth it. One night was enough for me to never return. And now kanatal, a small town at six thousand feet from sea level. As I have tweeted, my brains are overcrowded with scenic beauty and the chilled weather. I am yet to stay in this heaven for 2 more days and I already have started missing my moments spent here. Missed many people when I had beer in my hand, when I saw the bed(positive thoughts please) and also when I was lying in the sleeping bag in the tent. But in all, small instances like witnessing tusks three feet long, the aqua blue sparrow, the tiny fox, the irritating pandit, a peacock flying, erecting my alpine tent and also two happy parents all made this holiday absolutely worth it. And now as I type my final words my beer is being served. Time to divert concentration. Later.
PS: Looking forward to that lunch. Yes.