If you can dream it, you can do it. You just need to be that crazy. -B.R.O.
If your dream doesn't scare you, its not big enough. - Unknown
The Story:
Plan: 4 days leave was imminent. Plans to reach Chitkul seemed good but dropped at the last minute due to financial crisis.
31st July:
After working 18 monotonous hours a month, I finally needed to cool down. Left office at 12AM and reached Shashank Shekhar's place. As usual, the laziest fellow on the face of the planet Earth was asleep. It took 3 hours of rigorous calls and knocking to wake him up. First plan was to go till Murthal and come back. So filled up CNG and drove.
At Murthal, we forgot to take the U turn and reached Karnal. We decided to drive a bit more. When petrol is full, time is enough, who cares. I had till 4th Aug to be back. We drove. The rains were bad in between. After a while we reached Zirakpur.
Plan Changes:
Thinking it would be great to get to Shimla to see the sunrise, we drove and missed the sunrise. With the lazy fellow asleep on the car seat, I drove a bit more. Waking him up at Narkanda to eat, we discover we were carrying only 1800rs in total cash. My Account balance said: 36Rs. Shashank's said 98Rs. It was time to use the magic card called credit card for food. At Narkanda while eating a simple meal for 40bucks each, plans till Tirthan valley was made. With absolutely no idea of directions and GPS stating we were still in Delhi, I just followed my last year's steps back into the Kinnaur valley. As time went on, the distance covered increased gradually, until I forgot where I was supposed to go and ended up somewhere near Nirath. After a refreshing tea, we continued.
The case of the videos:
Shashank was already fast asleep very soon. Thanks to his great videography of his foot which he kept on the dash while he switched the video on, we practically have nothing which can be called a video of the trip. Half the videos are of his great feet displaying the most geometrically misaligned nails and the rest is of the dash and the bonnet with an additional 10% of just the road.
The proceeding:
It was all me, the car, the nature around and a body whose occasional snoring made a statement of being alive and the not-so-frequent farts dignified the word alive directly in 7D.
It was around 1PM when we crossed Rampur. The roads had just started showing its true face. Soon in the hills, we were stopped by a train of standstill vehicles. Apparently, at 1PM to 2PM is the dynamite blasting time. The blasts had already happened while we were approaching and they were just cleaning it up. It ate up our precious time by more tha. 2 hours.
The case of the videos:
Shashank was already fast asleep very soon. Thanks to his great videography of his foot which he kept on the dash while he switched the video on, we practically have nothing which can be called a video of the trip. Half the videos are of his great feet displaying the most geometrically misaligned nails and the rest is of the dash and the bonnet with an additional 10% of just the road.
The proceeding:
It was all me, the car, the nature around and a body whose occasional snoring made a statement of being alive and the not-so-frequent farts dignified the word alive directly in 7D.
It was around 1PM when we crossed Rampur. The roads had just started showing its true face. Soon in the hills, we were stopped by a train of standstill vehicles. Apparently, at 1PM to 2PM is the dynamite blasting time. The blasts had already happened while we were approaching and they were just cleaning it up. It ate up our precious time by more tha. 2 hours.
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