Listen, the hills are talking!

I fill my lungs completely with the cold oxygen that soothes the wind pipe and the entire tract as it paces downwards. Then I hold on and breathe again. This time I am able to inhale only quarter of the first breath. The lungs are about to burst.

Then with immense pressure I release it in a Whoooooooo! It brings out all my worries, illness and the inhaled impurities, making me feel fresh and lively. It is a sudden transformation, like an adrenalin rush through the entire body. I look around and see a plethora of pine and deciduous trees, spreading their spiking charms around the entire place. On the farther side in the North is the chain of the sky-touching Himalayas; their peaks mesmerizing the entire attention with the first rays of the morning sun. It is so different than the usual view of never ending line of houses- separated by pitch black streams with swines rolling in them- that can be seen from the top of clock tower, in Dehradun. I fell like never leaving this place of limitless green around me.

If you’re wondering where am I, I must tell you it’s Ghurdauri, Pauri, Gharwal, Uttarakhand. In case you still haven’t caught up then I suggest you to refer Google maps. What I am here for is another key issue. It is my passion for this particular task that brings me here, to render my services to the emerging technocrats of this nation. I am scheduled in the lap of Mother Nature for a two days personality development session in a government engineering college.

Connecting back to the dots of immense tranquility and solitude that I experience here, it urges me to appreciate the scenic beauty of the place. Though this place has lesser facilities than the high end cities of our nation but, the charm it carries in itself is far beyond comparison to any luxuries that you intent to possess by virtue of money.

5 Unparallel aspects of being here

1.     Foremost and undoubtedly ranking above all is the calmness of the place and the swift breeze that swipes your face with an august touch. The better experience comes over a moist face.

2.    If you’re a lazy person like me who doesn’t find time for yoga and other Baba Ramdev patents, then over your panting alone (in this non pollutant place) you can equalize a month’s anulom-vilom potential (carried in the polluted city air). In case you’re a voracious smoker, then there’s nothing better to service your lungs and quit the poison stick.

3.     If you’ve lived in hills during your childhood days then you know that there’s nothing more adventurous then bike-riding on the curves peeping down in the immense deep valley.

4.      Unlike the city, out of the many aspects another is the surplus drainage of water from the hills, filtered and added with the minerals of the Mother earth. It’s cold, sweet and undoubtedly pure than pure-it!

5.     And finally, as the day sets with the dusk you hear the crickets squeaking and hopping all around. The kit-kit-kit-kit; kit-kit-kit-KIT-KIT-KIT-kit-kit-kit it does was least heard in the past two decades.

The green pines and the crickets,

The pasture so relishing and the local midgets

It’s an accomplishment to be among them,

And to receive the cold wind wham

This beautiful valley, so vast and shallow,

With trees, herbs and countless mallow

It reminded me of as being child,

Memories now those are faded and mild

The morning winds and the heart robbing nature looks,

About which I had read a lot in books,

The swishing winds and the banshee hallucination,

In the pitch dark nights the fears of imaginary creation

Good to be here with people so loving,

Only the clock seems running

Something’s pulling me back for a stay,

Saying repeatedly, “Dare you think of going away.”