When we grow up, we have aspirations that are upwardly mobile. We want constant materialistic upgradations. We want to belong somewhere, we want to associate ourselves with a flourishing establishment. That is why, we go to better schools, better colleges to later earn better money with which we can buy better clothes and look better. It’s a way of defining who we are, so that the others can identify us the way we want to be identified.
The timeless saga of satisfying the bottomless pit of wanting love, appreciation, admiration and acceptance takes on different ways of expression as per the times people live in.
When we do our thing of working in MNCs, having a Honda City , a bigger house, smarter gadgets (needless to say that technology may never have superlatives) and a string of luxurious vacations ; we yearn for something more substantial.
That is when trekking groups are formed. The one like “Nisarg Bhraman” (NB) consists of young adults in their 20s. All of them are reclusive lot, overworked, lost, supressed and some of them come hunting for someone special. The organisers joke about NB and call it MB- Marriage Bureau.
The fun lies in trekking every mountain in sight, walking where the legs take you and having fun along the way. Since NB has urban kids, they live a rural, nomadic life for those few days when they trek. Pretty much the way, rural people migrate to town. Everyone wants a bite from every pie. In such case, wholesomeness and singularity only lies in embibing varied experiences.
A healthy mix of gender of 20 somethings in groups of 20s; leave on Friday night after dumping their laptops and picking up their trek shoes and sacks. They arrive at their destination in the mornings with full bladders and half completed sleep. They go mad with cameras and at each other. Once the momentum slacks, they recharge it by cleansing and feeding themselves. The former most of the time never happens. The latter never ceases. When you are with NB, be assured that you will be offered food every half hour.
You will be ragged if NB people don’t know you as a person and you will be mercilessly teased if they do. They barge in your life, your mind and drag you into theirs. After the trek you realise that it is not the place but the incidents and funny things that happened there, that has made a memory to be treasured forever.
Standing atop mountains you are surrounded by insanely lovable NB folks and their constant babble becomes soothing as you take in a stunning view of nature.
The timeless saga of satisfying the bottomless pit of wanting love, appreciation, admiration and acceptance takes on different ways of expression as per the times people live in.
In India, urban cities have international lives and rural indigenous. It sounds funny I know. But we are on unequal grounds of upgrading ourselves as per the global technologically advanced living. Due to this conflict, as Indians, we have issues with who we are, who we want to be and what do we associate ourselves with.
When we do our thing of working in MNCs, having a Honda City , a bigger house, smarter gadgets (needless to say that technology may never have superlatives) and a string of luxurious vacations ; we yearn for something more substantial.
That is when trekking groups are formed. The one like “Nisarg Bhraman” (NB) consists of young adults in their 20s. All of them are reclusive lot, overworked, lost, supressed and some of them come hunting for someone special. The organisers joke about NB and call it MB- Marriage Bureau.
The fun lies in trekking every mountain in sight, walking where the legs take you and having fun along the way. Since NB has urban kids, they live a rural, nomadic life for those few days when they trek. Pretty much the way, rural people migrate to town. Everyone wants a bite from every pie. In such case, wholesomeness and singularity only lies in embibing varied experiences.
A healthy mix of gender of 20 somethings in groups of 20s; leave on Friday night after dumping their laptops and picking up their trek shoes and sacks. They arrive at their destination in the mornings with full bladders and half completed sleep. They go mad with cameras and at each other. Once the momentum slacks, they recharge it by cleansing and feeding themselves. The former most of the time never happens. The latter never ceases. When you are with NB, be assured that you will be offered food every half hour.
You will be ragged if NB people don’t know you as a person and you will be mercilessly teased if they do. They barge in your life, your mind and drag you into theirs. After the trek you realise that it is not the place but the incidents and funny things that happened there, that has made a memory to be treasured forever.
Standing atop mountains you are surrounded by insanely lovable NB folks and their constant babble becomes soothing as you take in a stunning view of nature.
