Is there anyone who doesn’t dream of time travelling ? The thought of whats holding the future , the surprises and tragedies that awaits us and what’s to become of it will provoke everyone’s curiosity . As much as i wanted to know about my future and the future of the humanity as a whole , i would rather prefer travelling to the past if i am left with a single choice to make . What do you prefer ? A flashback story (could be boring) or seek the bar straight in to the climax ?
So do we have a time machine yet ? Yes and No . I happened to be dropped straight in to the past only recently , where the men live in wooden houses with roofs made out of bamboo peels , mules being the only means of logistics other than the men themselves , where your mobile phones feels like a toy from future , or the people who cares about nothing but today. I wanted to ask them what year or month is it but anyway they doesn’t seems to care. They could tell its post monsoon or Pre-winter but hey the year , month and dates are insignificant. I walked down a stream and stare straight to the reflection i saw. How impure i am wanting all the attention , health , wealth and power . When you can live for what you need you always craved for what you wanted. I took a handful of water and wiped my face. Does it help ? No , it only makes the water impure.
Trekking through the Annapurna sanctuary was indeed a time travel. Moving from one village to another , one mountain to another, one culture to another you happen to be passing through different phases of civilization. The more you go up , the more you gets to the past. Coming from a crowded city with people dwelling like worms and never ending traffics , i find Nepal so peaceful and pure. The occasional flocks of sheep or mules were the only traffic we encountered. People work really hard to meet the two ends of their life yet at the end of the day we find them smiling , happy or satisfied with what they have. I envy them for how they could embrace the simplicity while we are busy scheming for what we don’t need.
For the Nepalese Annapurna is the universal and timeless kitchen Goddess . The mother who feeds. Without her there is starvation. A universal fear. For me she is the kaleidoscope which gives a reality check of what we are , for what we actually are, Nothing !
the sane man diaries 