And here’s another post. So a lot has happened, and a lot will be written about, hopefully.
I started out on the 19th of February, when I made a quick trip to Jodhpur to attend Ignus 2015. The emotions that I felt on this trip are indescribable. It was the fourth edition of the festival with humble beginnings, then known as Ignus 2012, and by, has it come a long long way. Another emotional sentimental call out to all those seven brothers of mine who made this festival possible (you know who you are!)
With Jodhpur under the threat of Swine Flu, quite a few people didn’t turn up, but it was always good to be in a place where people know who you are (oh my ego!) and you are comfortable with your juniors, your seniors and your batchmates turning up around the corner and no one really is looking to mess with you, because that’s the fun of college y’all.
Returning to Bangalore would have been tough, because it would have meant work, but that was my last week at work, yes, I am officially jobless, and hence the last week whizzed by in a jiffy. Which called for another trip, and this time, it was to Goa. I have been to Goa twice previously, once with family, once in my final semester in college (why does 2013 feel like so long ago?) and now here I was, returning to my farewell place, maybe.
Goa is and will always be beautiful. From the crazy party scene of North Goa to the calmness and the peace of the south, every grain of sand and drop of salt water is enjoyed. Add to that new experiences in the food section – Martins and our old favourite -Goodman, and it was a trip to savour. Being the designated driver is fun in Goa, because you get to drive 200+ kilometres on Goa’s beautiful curvy roads through 4 days, and enjoy every moment of the sun, the wind in your hair and the saltiness in the air.
Made even special was the fact that a whole bunch of people I’ve grown to know in the past two years accompanied me, and made this trip so much fun and I admire them all the more for taking out some time to come spend a final few days with me. We tried out the Airbnb cottages, and spent a few nights of luxury having the time of our lives.
Returning back to Bangalore, I made a splash-dash trip to Mumbai before heading out on a 22 day journey through the lands of West Bengal, Sikkim, Bhutan, Assam and Meghalaya. This was the longest solo trip of my life. I had no agenda, no plan, no company. And it wasn’t a mistake at all. I’ve had so much fun, understood so much about my own limits, my weaknesses, took in cultures, learnt languages, hitch-hiked, got cheated, bargained the hell out of people who don’t like bargaining, and in general experienced life. Travel teaches you so much, it just can’t be put into words.
I will be writing more about this trip, and be sharing a lot of pictures. But once again, this trip would not have been possible without so many people, who helped me before as well as during the trip. I have made an immense number of friends, and I’ve been much better for it. Now it is time to travel again, and I will be relocating to Hyderabad for a year to continue my studies. That’s bound to be another adventure, and another journey with no end.
I have ten days at home before that, and I will have to learn to savour every moment that I get with family, as years go past faster than I can count, the amount of time I spend at home seems to be reducing. It’s now been six years (soon will be seven) since I’ve spent more than a month at home, and it feels unusual to actually be spending this much time at home. When you own home starts feeling strange, maybe you’ve outgrown it, no?
Will write soon about the amazing 22 day trip I had. Watch out for that. As you leave, listen to a friend sing this beautiful rendition of “Feeling Good.” This is beautiful.