diary of a traveler

            C onsidering the fact that love is life, here I have avoided the obvious title for this story but it is almost there. This was a weekend getaway  on a riverside ashram just outside my city . The name itself was a major motivation to join this program - happiness program. Anyway I never expected it to make my life happy magically but I knew that a weekend away from city in the wilderness can only be better than struggling to pass time in malls or multiplexes. The Friday evening long drive began at home & reached the end of the city, crossed picturesque river Mahi on NH-8 & in the last lap, crossed muddy farm roads leading to the Ashram. Not much was there to do except from getting settled in our rooms, having Sattvic dinner & enjoying Satsang music. Sleeping late is also a kind of happiness for many but you have to sacrifice it for the happiness program of life. Anyway for past many years my morning starts around 5 only so I...

            I like the monsoon very much, I like the aroma of wet soil after the first rain, I like the romantic atmosphere that monsoon brings, but I don't like to get wet & stay wet for long & that's what got to me on my very first trekking adventure. Now as the April tour of Mount Abu wasn't as delightful as expected, I jumped onto one Saputara trekking adventure.  The Saputara trekking camp was just another weekend getaway for me & I never intended to do actual trekking there. But I oversighted the fact that summer was already over & in July it rains almost all day in Saputara.       The adventure began in a very cheerful & lively fashion as it was mostly filled with youngsters who played music all night & set the tone for the time ahead. Night journey was sleepless as usual for me but being a sitter bus it was sleepless for my back too.      Anyway this being an adventure trip with very reason...