On twenty ninth of last month, I finally did it! No you dirty
minded reader buddies not that ‘did’. Yes you all who have been reading my blog
for last four years, I did it, by you I mean both real life and imaginary
readers I have. I finally travelled alone, alone in the sense where I had no
parents with me or my elder sister and my brother-in-law but my best friend.
My university loves festivals; hence I got a month long vacation.
Now that my second sets of parents are no longer living in city of joy, I had
no other option but return home. I so wish I had a cat loving aunt living in
the hills. Alas I have to settle for a cat loving mom in the valley. And this
woman who is my mother had conspired with her husband to assault me with food.
In last one month I have been fed up to my brains, my once less bulging tummy
is now flubbing above my waist band.
My eight girl friends and I we had been planning on a girl
trip before completing our undergrad to celebrate our passing out. But after
graduation each of us got busy, some went to look for job another opted for
career change and I left home. The supposed graduation got delayed and delayed.
This time we finally decided that we had to go. Tada..... here comes the lesson
of my life. Have I ever got anything easily? The answer is no, hard work is
always my way.
After fighting, grumbling and having glaring contest with my
parents and totally being ignored my brother-in-law, I took the matter in my
own hands. On the other hand the number of girls for our trip was dropping like
sensex from eight. My walking mate and I we had been drumming about our coming
of age ceremony for months now. Before we could take this test of courage our
battalion fell apart and only three brave solders stood.
On twenty eighth, our third last foot soldier crumbled under
parental love. My Walking mate got furious while my parents got a chance to
detain me. But my Walking mate did something extraordinary. She packed her bags
and dropped at my door in the evening. At that moment we knew it was now or
never. We chose now.
Sadly the people, who grow up in the safer zones of North
East, fear their own geographical monstrosity. I understand what our parents
feared and why they tried to stop us. Kidnappings, Landslides, blasts, highway
traffic, bandhs and chaos is part of our upbringing (Yes many can counter
attack me right now about my using North East as umbrella term, let’s face it
buddies our fears are different compared to rest of India).
So on twenty ninth morning, we took our Test Of
Courage, we boarded our train at 5am and my buddy and I we were off to
Shillong- The Scotland of India! Though my Walking mate is a lazy princess and
photo maniac, I was so glad I never took my digital camera and I locked my
phone up so she could not see the pictures I took. She would crawl inside the
blanket and I had to pull her out first day, on second day I had to message her
aching legs so that we could eat dinner! Since we had booked ourselves pretty
expensive room we got treated like princess on diplomatic tour. We ate in
bakeries, saw the seven points and had gala time walking around. We enjoyed a
lot and had a great time like honeymoon couples! The woman who runs the shop on
Shillong Peak, a shop where we can wear traditional Kahsi clothes and take
picture gave us a free copy! Many tourists took our pictures thinking we are
Khasi girls, for that moment we were like celebrity! Then we became Alice lost
in wonderland, in our case shoeland. We returned safely but with empty pockets!
We spent our entire savings of last three months in four day long trip. But in
the end it was worth it. Here are few snaps our trips
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Our Lobby.. |
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someone rolled in it |
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And she crawled back |
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Wards Lake |
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wards lake |
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yes we did eat a lot |
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Golf Course |
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Pine collector |
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view from Shillong Peak |
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Elephant Falls |
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Lady Hydari Park |
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One greedy dog we met |
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Food again |
P.S- Photo credits to my BekarBerrry! Next we are going Bhutan, we have too..
thanking you to bear with me
paulOaries
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