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Tenerife – Paris – Mumbai – Bangalore – Delhi – Leh – Pangong – Leh – Nubra – Leh – Srinagar – Jammu – Delhi – Mumbai – Bangalore.
That in a nutshell was my trajectory over this last one and half months.
As I hit base now and reflect back, I remember being sat at my work desk staring at the wall in front of me, just a couple of minutes after sending out a client’s report thinking: I need to do something different.
In cities it’s easy to get absorbed I feel. There exists a structure to how daily life develops and everything seems to go according to what one expects. People’s actions are governed by the hands of a clock, their emotions either unexpressed or a little too expressive. Although not entirely unpleasant, I feel there comes a point when the days become routinary and somewhat foreseeable.
I underwent this thought process approximately five months ago. Having just come back from a month of travels, routine hit me right on the face. I felt the monotony, and restlessness slowly began constructing a home for itself in my body.
Four months later I was sat on a plane knowing where I was headed towards but with absolutely no idea about what I was getting myself into, or any notion on when I was to return. All I knew was it was time to leave. So I did.
Having explained what I feel about cities, I should really talk about the other end of the scale for me: The outdoors.
Being outdoors is a very different experience altogether. Things are unpredictable, limitless, uncertain and as I have recently come to realize, often unstructured to the human mind, but ironically perfectly in sync.
I walk looking around me and what I see and can reach out to instills in me an immense feeling of humility. All the so called knowledge, ideas and perceptions I have about things, at once comes tumbling down. I feel insignificant standing small amidst so much greatness, none of which any human hand could ever aim to replicate.
This particular thought invokes in me a feeling of complete respect and in a matter of seconds everything I associate myself with, my identity..my persona, vanishes.
Such is the outdoors to me. A few minutes of contact is all I need to let go of everything I feel I am and to begin to look inward. Before long, I'm left feeling completely blank. A clean slate. A canvas upon which new landscapes, people, structures, food, colours, music, begin to get imprinted.
At the end of the journey, some of these things stay, others fade away but whilst those moments last, that canvas is me.
Now that I’m slightly more settled, I hope to share part of this canvas that became me during my travels, through a couple of more articles and a collection of photographs which I compiled along my way. Till then I’ll just express my gratitude to everyone who waited patiently for my return and to all those who were part of this short but intense journey.
That in a nutshell was my trajectory over this last one and half months.
As I hit base now and reflect back, I remember being sat at my work desk staring at the wall in front of me, just a couple of minutes after sending out a client’s report thinking: I need to do something different.
In cities it’s easy to get absorbed I feel. There exists a structure to how daily life develops and everything seems to go according to what one expects. People’s actions are governed by the hands of a clock, their emotions either unexpressed or a little too expressive. Although not entirely unpleasant, I feel there comes a point when the days become routinary and somewhat foreseeable.
I underwent this thought process approximately five months ago. Having just come back from a month of travels, routine hit me right on the face. I felt the monotony, and restlessness slowly began constructing a home for itself in my body.
Four months later I was sat on a plane knowing where I was headed towards but with absolutely no idea about what I was getting myself into, or any notion on when I was to return. All I knew was it was time to leave. So I did.
Having explained what I feel about cities, I should really talk about the other end of the scale for me: The outdoors.
Being outdoors is a very different experience altogether. Things are unpredictable, limitless, uncertain and as I have recently come to realize, often unstructured to the human mind, but ironically perfectly in sync.
I walk looking around me and what I see and can reach out to instills in me an immense feeling of humility. All the so called knowledge, ideas and perceptions I have about things, at once comes tumbling down. I feel insignificant standing small amidst so much greatness, none of which any human hand could ever aim to replicate.
This particular thought invokes in me a feeling of complete respect and in a matter of seconds everything I associate myself with, my identity..my persona, vanishes.
Such is the outdoors to me. A few minutes of contact is all I need to let go of everything I feel I am and to begin to look inward. Before long, I'm left feeling completely blank. A clean slate. A canvas upon which new landscapes, people, structures, food, colours, music, begin to get imprinted.
At the end of the journey, some of these things stay, others fade away but whilst those moments last, that canvas is me.
Now that I’m slightly more settled, I hope to share part of this canvas that became me during my travels, through a couple of more articles and a collection of photographs which I compiled along my way. Till then I’ll just express my gratitude to everyone who waited patiently for my return and to all those who were part of this short but intense journey.