“Men come and go, mountains remain” – Ruskin bond
The sight is still fresh in my mind. It was one of those training camps we had in the mountains around Dehra Dun. After an arduous climb and reaching one such hill top, our instructors gave us a brief break. It was then that we looked around us as to where on earth had we reached!
It was an awesome, overwhelming and spellbinding moment to say the least. In front of us stood huge masses of sheer rock, looking down quietly at the valley below. The wind was howling, screeching and tearing at our eardrums and sending an occasional, though slight chill down our spines. The sun was bidding farewell and giving the whole scene that hazy, matt print look. It made us feel and remain silent, just absorbing whatever was on offer with all the senses that the creator had gifted us with and yes think too. So impressive, powerful and yet so humble, simple with no trace of brashness or pomp. The later traits being a common factor among hill people too. Most of it was awe and genuine respect for those yonder towering personalities as we continued to stare. It was as if they were reminding us as to how much remains to be done, achieved before even imagining of reaching their stature, inspiring, challenging us in a way.
We were shaken up from our reverie by the sharp whistle for our next task! That night as we sat under the zillion twinkling stars over a cup of cocoa and cigarettes were lit, we could not help again taking in the surroundings! The wind had mellowed down to a cool breeze and the only audible sound was the far away roar of the river below. No one spoke, wonder what was on their minds, the present girls in their lives surely!
The sight is still fresh in my mind. It was one of those training camps we had in the mountains around Dehra Dun. After an arduous climb and reaching one such hill top, our instructors gave us a brief break. It was then that we looked around us as to where on earth had we reached!
It was an awesome, overwhelming and spellbinding moment to say the least. In front of us stood huge masses of sheer rock, looking down quietly at the valley below. The wind was howling, screeching and tearing at our eardrums and sending an occasional, though slight chill down our spines. The sun was bidding farewell and giving the whole scene that hazy, matt print look. It made us feel and remain silent, just absorbing whatever was on offer with all the senses that the creator had gifted us with and yes think too. So impressive, powerful and yet so humble, simple with no trace of brashness or pomp. The later traits being a common factor among hill people too. Most of it was awe and genuine respect for those yonder towering personalities as we continued to stare. It was as if they were reminding us as to how much remains to be done, achieved before even imagining of reaching their stature, inspiring, challenging us in a way.
We were shaken up from our reverie by the sharp whistle for our next task! That night as we sat under the zillion twinkling stars over a cup of cocoa and cigarettes were lit, we could not help again taking in the surroundings! The wind had mellowed down to a cool breeze and the only audible sound was the far away roar of the river below. No one spoke, wonder what was on their minds, the present girls in their lives surely!
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