Actif Epica 2017 First Step to The IDITAROD Tears rolled down my eyes in pain and despair as I collapsed on half-frozen muddy trail in middle of nowhere on a freezing cold midnight. I could hear sounds of coyotes, and see some flickering lights at far distance. I wasn’t sure where was I. Cue sheets were […]Read more "Snow, Mud, Sweat and Tears"
The Barkley Fall Classic It’s around 2.15 pm of a much awaited Saturday in woods of Tennessee. I’m bleeding from scratches on right leg, the toe in the right shoe is crushed, I barely have a few ounces of water left in my blue hydration pack. The last I saw any course marking was over […]Read more "The Thousand Deaths on Rat Jaw"
“Om bhu Om sah. Om bhurva bhavah swaha. Om triyambakamyajamahae Sugandhimpushtivardhanam. Urvarukamivbandhan mrityurmukhshiya mamratat.” I hear this verse in Sanskrit, an ancient Indian language, on a gloomy November morning in city of New Delhi. It has suddenly got cold, overnight. As I stand amid noise of traffic from nearby road, I’m staring at large […]Read more "The Bond"
My heart is racing as I sit on a chair, gazing at patchy screen of my laptop. While I read my story for the last time before the show tonight, curtain brushes back of my neck as cool breeze gushes through the window facing my bunk-bed. It’s raining outside. Perhaps, nothing new for a Montreal weekend. In past […]Read more "A Tale of Taling My Tale"
What are you talking about? Take me to previous part. I was sitting in a tiny motel under an array of tube lights, on edge of the road in Gola ka baans, when a couple of middle aged men arrived on their bicycles. Motel had just one long table, so they joined on the other end as […]Read more "Braving the Bhangarh : The Last Breath"
आमूमन ज़िन्दगी दौड़ते हुए कुछ ऐसे किस्से दे जाती है, जो जीवन भर भुलाये नहीं भूलते। कभी उनमे बेइन्तहा ख़ुशी होती है, तो कभी दर्द भरा ग़म। उन्ही कुछ खट्टे-मीठे किस्सों में से एक किस्सा मेरा भी है। अब ये कितना सच है, ये तो केवल ईश्वर ही जानता है। न मैं, और न आप।Read more "Udhaari: A Tale woven in Time"
Often I ask myself, Why I always run to the mountain And then spend hours gazing the buildings from Corridor See random people, and squeeze the eyebrow in disdain As I walk on the concrete slabs of Chalet’s floor Why the flowing water grips my nerve every time When I sit under the clocktower […]Read more "Home : A Calling from Space"
I learned it is okay to run barefoot if temperature outside is below freezing, but dry. I learned being wet in 0C is colder than being dry in -29C I learned to not freak out if conditions out there are not as per the plan. Embrace the suck, these might be the moments you’ll remember […]Read more "17 Lessons From The First Winter"