Trek Triund from Mcleodganj

Day 3: Trek to triund from Mcleodganj

I had been anticipating an excursion at Mcleodganj since a long time ago I was set at ambala however a few or different reasons my arrangements would consistently get dropped.I recollect a discourse from one celebrated film ,

"Itni Shiddat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai, ke har zarre ne mujhe tumse Milane ki saazish ki hai. Kehte hain ki…agar kisi cheez ko dil se chaaho to puri kayanat usey tumse milane ki koshish mein lag jaati hai.”

It was a bright, sunny day the ideal light, temperature to go ahead.With zeal , excitement and anxiety to trek to triund eveyone got equipped geared right on time before the time given.Its approx 6 kms trek to triund.The introductory 1 kms were as though we were on an easygoing stroll on park from hotel,later the following 3 kms our endurance was checked literally,we cannot challenge the nature.It resembled our rear end got torn (g**d fat gayi).Who said mard ko dard nahi hotha,mard ko dard bi hota hai aur roth bi hai... ha. By words or by heart we had heaps of endurance however nature gave us a tough call.Caution: To every one of the individuals who are making arrangements for such trekking ,kindly do some pre exercise before endeavoring this.Make urself intellectually and physically fit to coordinate the desires.

The snow has been liquefying throughout the previous two days, the trek along is narrow trails ,the path is just wide enough for a single man with steep valley on the other side,at places slippery and at some our foot would dive knee deep into the snow.The boulders were naturally organized one over the another and the trekkers have abandoned their imprints advancing toward camp site.After 4 kms of high knees scaling heights,our lungs began pumping heavily,our inners got drenched in sweat... its snow all around the ambient temperature would be low however we were feeling the heat and our eyes were glaring because of sharp reflection of the snow blanket.we arrived at a Maggie point had a few refreshments and relaxed.I recall one thing during my school days when I was in sports that once begun running don't stop inbetween before arriving at the goal else your calfs would get muscle catch and it happened.Now each progression we set forward to reach our camp site, our age, unhealthy foods, negative behavior patterns like smoking, drinking would state "beta bas ho gaya thumara kam katham".Finally slithering, pulling, pushing, falling arrived at the camp.The words from every others hearts which could be felt was,

Jo tera haal hai,
woh mera haal hai
Iss haal se haal mila
Taal se taal mila , taal se taal mila

Regardless of how we had come to the destination,its the characteristic highlights of a scene with the wonderful beautiful appearance .The camp was sorrounded by white cover of Mountains ranges.No networks, no power supply,no telephone calls ,no watsapp ,no Facebook, no instagram...no web-based social networking,.. with just the fundamental enhancements or basic needs u need to survive.Now all met up abandoning their mobiles in their tents for some oldies songs ,music and antakshani game.This night on 10 jan 2020 when we look down from slope top the entire city was lit by electrical lights however we were under full moon naturally lit.Though we had arrived at new heights in music yet at the same time the oldies beat the heart.A lovely night with old tunes echoing through mountains from our colleagues vocal chords relieved the pain we had taken today.Its a lifetime accomplishment, might be or may not be I would get an opportunity to do an outdoors at such a heavenly area under this open sky with stars ,moon, secured/ covered by the Ranges.
This day this night  this moon this place these mountains this team will always stay by heart forever.