Essay on my dream my uttarakhand
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Keeping in mind the heavy traffic on NH-58, we came up with an expedient solution of using the other road paved alongside the solani canal. Even though it was a bit longer route ,it turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as we not only sequestered ourselves from the traffic, but also witnessed the beauty of nature, the soothing music of the brook, the landscape painted by the orange tinge of the setting sun. Heaven didn't seem far.
The trip started with high hopes and enthusiasm, but then God intervened. We had covered only 17 Km and the darkness pervaded the whole sky, winds raving in furious gusts, kissing the sweat at my chest and neck. Without a moments pause, it started drizzling. On reaching Bahadarabad (midway),we sought temporary refuge in a petty Dhaba. After nearly two hours of cycling, we all were nearly sick from inanition, and ate whatever they had to offer, mostly Parle-G with a cup of tea. Now we were supposed to use the highway, en route to Haridwar. It was the time to contemplate the risk involved in cycling on the highway, in absolute darkness, and that too on a wet road. I think you now have a fair bit of idea of what happened next. As soon as the drizzling stopped, we started peddling. It was really irksome, to pedal against the direction of gusting wind. What a consternation of soul was mine, when there were no cars or trucks to lead us in the darkness. I remember but little of those moments, I retain yet, the sense of audaciousness in the eyes of each and every cyclist, without uttering a word, we went on and on, till we reached Haridwar (31 Kms from Roorkee).
"Voila!,we did it". Truth be told, I felt as if it was one of the greatest accomplishment of my life. The sanguineness of each one of us paved the way to defy all odds. But exhaustion had taken it's toll on all of us, so we began our search, for a night stay at a reasonable cost. After a brief period of searching and bargaining, we found ourselves in the A.C rooms of Hotel Ganges. After the dinner, we had invigorating talks (Bakar,in regional language), and within few hours we all went to sleep.
"I closed my eyes, thinking what more could an adventurer dream of, as I was living it now."
Spiritual Quest
You may sound incredulous, if you say that you didn't experience any higher states of spiritual consciousness on your trip to Haridwar. The orange tint had just disappeared, and we were out on the roads of Haridwar, pedaling our way to 'Har-Ki-Pauri', the famous ghat on the banks of Ganges. It became clear why Puri halwa of Har-Ki-Pauri is famous. It never tasted so nice…truth be told, I didn't have any preconceived notion of such a place, and I was rather complacent to the mythology and the beliefs of countless pilgrims I could see. But I still remember being in that place at that time. I was really a transformed person. The air was filled with the vedic chants and sound of temple bells. While crossing a small bridge, I was lost in the magnificent view. I am not a firm believer of god, but seeing those pilgrims, chanting with a passion of piousness, their gloomy visage, reflecting this holy place as their only hope, and their holy dip in the ganges, to absolve them of their sins, I really felt myself to be in the presence of something powerful, beyond explanation, and in that moment of mysticism, I found internal peace and tranquility.
My Dream
Everyone has always have a dream , if not to conquer the world it is to become a hero, if not to become a hero is to become superlatively rich.
The dream each and everyone of us so have varies from an individual to another .
Our dreams should be treated as our goals for us to achieve many more in life