Vegan on the Peak – A sneak peek opening to the Voyage of a Life.
A twenty something dude graduates with an engineering degree and with no time to think on what next, takes up a post grad course somewhere in the United States. Two decades back, this was a dream-realized situation. Getting a job post that was even more than that.
The boy does, typically what others would do. A stereotypical life is really awesome and most awful at the same time. Awesome since it helps the mind slip into a comfort zone and further into a luxury precinct of life. One beautifully relishes the fancies of life in a utopian way. Most awful because of the same reason! Surreal? Indeed, but the facts are bizarre.
Leading a lovely life in the zone seldom has a scope of soul searching enquiries. Even if this vacuum crops up, either it is late or is overlooked. The chap in our story accidentally hits upon an opportunity of visiting the snow clad mountains in the northern province of his motherland. His heart strikes a feeling of his life; a sensation that naturally soothes him into the land of tranquillity for a while; for him this appears eternal. He loves the pacific vibrations so much that he packs those along with his bags and carries with him as he returns back to the city he dwells in.
The next morning he unpacks the bags and wants to travel to his work with the precious gift that he has experienced. Alas! The souvenir gets disappeared from the properly packed baggage like the soul vanishes from a perfectly intact body.
The experience of not being able to experience the feeling once again leaves him more restless than the thought of not being able to carry the experience alongside. He chooses to go back again.
Experiences and Feelings can be found anywhere and everywhere but Life is only in mountains. He shouts this to himself and adds – I am not here to keep transacting with various experiences in life; I am here to deal with life and to me, Mountains are synonymous to Life and Life is Mountains.
Juggling between making a living and living the inner making, he resumes the expedition of embracing numerous mountains in varied geographies. More than conquering them, he wants to hug them tightly to exchange the mutual love. Mountains also start loving him and sooner than later, the feeling of kissing the highest peak in the world sneaks in.
The young boy who is into a great shape from a career standpoint and has already turned vegan few years back for his immense love for animals is now dreaming of risking it higher. As he makes few trips to the base camp of the mightiest, he gets the same calling each time. His feet are on the base but the soul including heart and eyes has already summited the peak. He just cannot wait.
The world is against him for his good. No vegan body has done this before. His folks are yelling – This is not a choice; it’s gonna be a nightmare and the last one. Fortunately, his ears turn deaf to these warnings.
His entire body and soul gets into the mode of an impeccable groundwork. He starts training himself. His bread and butter is at stake but who cares when the call is from the divine. The pulsations in his heart have even overcome the thought of death.
I want to prepare, grow and walk towards the enormous. With such a strong will, he embarks the journey of his life. He fails. Comes back to the camp and looks at the peak. He cries but is not broken. He yells and quotes – I am gonna scale myself up and come again; I am afraid you cannot soar further O tall standing white statue.
After over a year, he is confident to step up and has to step back before reaching the peak. He breaks his wallet but the will is yet rock solid.
A year after that shines for him and the peak has no choice but to accept his kiss. He feels it easier to woo the peak in third strike than a beloved for whom umpteen attempts might be needed before she lures.
To be continued....Once I get to know the story further...
A twenty something dude graduates with an engineering degree and with no time to think on what next, takes up a post grad course somewhere in the United States. Two decades back, this was a dream-realized situation. Getting a job post that was even more than that.
The boy does, typically what others would do. A stereotypical life is really awesome and most awful at the same time. Awesome since it helps the mind slip into a comfort zone and further into a luxury precinct of life. One beautifully relishes the fancies of life in a utopian way. Most awful because of the same reason! Surreal? Indeed, but the facts are bizarre.
Leading a lovely life in the zone seldom has a scope of soul searching enquiries. Even if this vacuum crops up, either it is late or is overlooked. The chap in our story accidentally hits upon an opportunity of visiting the snow clad mountains in the northern province of his motherland. His heart strikes a feeling of his life; a sensation that naturally soothes him into the land of tranquillity for a while; for him this appears eternal. He loves the pacific vibrations so much that he packs those along with his bags and carries with him as he returns back to the city he dwells in.
The next morning he unpacks the bags and wants to travel to his work with the precious gift that he has experienced. Alas! The souvenir gets disappeared from the properly packed baggage like the soul vanishes from a perfectly intact body.
The experience of not being able to experience the feeling once again leaves him more restless than the thought of not being able to carry the experience alongside. He chooses to go back again.
Experiences and Feelings can be found anywhere and everywhere but Life is only in mountains. He shouts this to himself and adds – I am not here to keep transacting with various experiences in life; I am here to deal with life and to me, Mountains are synonymous to Life and Life is Mountains.
Juggling between making a living and living the inner making, he resumes the expedition of embracing numerous mountains in varied geographies. More than conquering them, he wants to hug them tightly to exchange the mutual love. Mountains also start loving him and sooner than later, the feeling of kissing the highest peak in the world sneaks in.
The young boy who is into a great shape from a career standpoint and has already turned vegan few years back for his immense love for animals is now dreaming of risking it higher. As he makes few trips to the base camp of the mightiest, he gets the same calling each time. His feet are on the base but the soul including heart and eyes has already summited the peak. He just cannot wait.
The world is against him for his good. No vegan body has done this before. His folks are yelling – This is not a choice; it’s gonna be a nightmare and the last one. Fortunately, his ears turn deaf to these warnings.
His entire body and soul gets into the mode of an impeccable groundwork. He starts training himself. His bread and butter is at stake but who cares when the call is from the divine. The pulsations in his heart have even overcome the thought of death.
I want to prepare, grow and walk towards the enormous. With such a strong will, he embarks the journey of his life. He fails. Comes back to the camp and looks at the peak. He cries but is not broken. He yells and quotes – I am gonna scale myself up and come again; I am afraid you cannot soar further O tall standing white statue.
After over a year, he is confident to step up and has to step back before reaching the peak. He breaks his wallet but the will is yet rock solid.
A year after that shines for him and the peak has no choice but to accept his kiss. He feels it easier to woo the peak in third strike than a beloved for whom umpteen attempts might be needed before she lures.
To be continued....Once I get to know the story further...
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