My First Road-trip
I have always dreamed about going on a road-trip,
crisscrossing the country-side and eating at those buttered-up dhabas along the
way like they do in Highway on the plate. I had a very romantic view of the
whole thing, which in itself means nothing because I tend to romanticize
everything and end up doing things because they sounded good in my head (Like,
surprising my grandma for Diwali which in itself was a great idea but to get
that thing done: I had to stand in line for a tatkal ticket with 10 policewomen
pushing and shoving me the whole time, which I finally did not even manage to
get and then had to travel in sleeper compartment which had me and this whole
drama troupe as passengers. I was up all night listening to off-key renditions
of 90s flop Hindi film numbers with which they were trying to impress some nubile females. It was totally worth it for that one minute of complete surprise on my grandma's face) Anyways that was my roundabout
way of saying that things that I envisage to be these awesome events mostly end
up in a disappointment, like the much anticipated Goa trip a while ago.
Few clicks that I liked from the lot (which arent many because I messed up my camera settings :()
I don’t know how this whole idea of going out and
celebrating birthdays started off but I am sure as hell happy, I got two
awesome vacations out of it and mostly probably a third. This time around we
had to plan something nearby because it was just a three day thing and also we
wanted to drive down. Like I said a
totally view through rose-tinted glasses notion after watching the movie “On the road”; but I was sold. I had
enough of beaches I wanted my cozy winter haven vacation.
I reached there at 6 in the morning on Saturday (I was a day
late because I got held up in office, as you know my job is super important to
me; read I am my director’s bitch and totally wussed out when I had an chance
to ask her about my leave) and was welcomed with an almost burned out bonfire
and the remnants of the drinks and food from the night before. I sat in front
of the barely there fire to watch the sun rise and breathe in the mountain air
while kicking myself ten times to Sunday for being such a chicken and not
getting there on time.
I miss winters, I love the feel of the warm blankets and the
utter laziness that seeps into you (not that I need any more of that) and makes
you want into dig in deeper into your bed and just sleep your way through the
day between same warm drinks. At that moment all I wanted to do was go to a cozy
lodge somewhere near Naukuiatal and spend the whole month holed in it. I almost
fell asleep right there before my friend dragged me inside and plunked me on a
futon.
We were staying in a swiss tent which was a good ten minute
walk from the hotel, absolutely no one around us except for this quaint
waterfall/swimming pool behind our room and a view to die for in the front. The
pool was perfect for a morning dip. We were lounging about for almost an hour
before we realized we missed breakfast. But, my friends had other ideas,
activities to be done but thankfully they dint pick up something too hectic,
Spa was better than trekking. So, I was pushed into a Shirodhara which btw I
should point out is divine. All I wanted to do was go back to my room and sleep
off which I did for the next three hours.
Coming to the road-trip part, I did not like one bit because: it was hot and grimy and my back was
aching from sitting still for so long. It’s very sad to find out that I am not
a road trip person. But it did have it moments when we were singing “My Girl” on top of our
voices or when we were tripping on those insanely stupid bill boards along the
road.
Few clicks that I liked from the lot (which arent many because I messed up my camera settings :()
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