View Larger Map Dates : 10th June, 2012 to 17th June, 2012 The Dheet-Trekkers : PP , Manish Kutaula , Khandi, Danish, Upreti , Amit Bisht & yours' truly Dheet7 : "So what is the secret behind being an expert biker?" Dheet1 : " It’s simple. Just grip the handle firmly, and make sure the bike stays underneath your ass and not the other way round…" How do I find the words to describe this trip of ours? Well, if you’ve ever seen the video of the headless chicken on Youtube, you’ll know. Without our Sardar , the planner and the shepherd, we were just a bunch of rebels without a clue. But I kid you… The fact is, it was a wondrous trip, immaculately timed (by chance). We not only had our first experience of riding an Enfield in the hills, amidst green valleys and treacherous fog and rain, but we were introduced to a nation that although is considered one of the poorest countries of the world, but where we met some of the mo...
A belief in the supernatural comes with a weakening of the self…. A long time ago, the earth was a lonely place. The population was too little, the land was too barren, or may be too forested, or too icy and there were wild beasts, for taming animals was not known. It was the treacherous place where only the fittest survived. Man was weak; man was vulnerable; man was helpless against nature. Out there, God was the only protector. Then some wise guy invented the wheel and some other discovered fire, and all that jazz. Populations grew, tribes began to form and civilizations began to happen. God this time, was not just a protector; religion became a way of life for the people, a way of disciplining the masses, a means of suppressing the old animal instincts. Gods were on top of unreachable hills, God was the holy Mother in nature, God was the one supreme power the people bowed down to. The civilizations grew and came into conflict with one another. Powers, wealth and egos grew. An...
This anecdote’s one of my favourites... It’s about Laila and Majnun. As the story goes, Majnun was a poor man in love with a princess called Laila, who he’d never seen but had only heard about. One day in the marketplace, Laila dropped her scarf or sandal or something, and Majnun dear picked it up and took it to her. Again she dropped it and again he picked it for her. And again and again she teased him on. I don’t know the rest of the story, but the crux is what follows. Majnun used to cry and pray to Allah to let him be with Laila. And as i’ve been told, they added the word Rehmatullah Alaih after his name, so he must’ve been a very pious man. So anyway, Majnun used to cry and pray for Laila. One day in his dream he heard Allah say to him, that He could let him be with Laila, no doubt, but He was very fond of Majnun’s tears. “Hum tumhein Laila se mila to den, lekin hamen tumhare aasun bahut pasand hai...” Well, so much for those missing their soulmates...Keep crying!!!
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