I was here



A couple of weeks back I went kayaking at Girgaum Chowpatty. I was a bit sceptical about it initially; the water’s going to be so dirty, I kept thinking. It was quite dirty, but not as bad as I expected, clearing up rapidly as we drew away from the shore.It turned out to a very fun little adventure, but this piece is not about that; for that check out the article I wrote in the paper today. Oar and out

This piece is about that one moment when we reached the middle of the bay and turned around to look at the city. The rising sun shone behind the skyline, and the noise of the city had reduced to a distant buzz. My arms and shoulders felt pleasantly strained from pulling on the oar. All of it combined to create a wholesome sense of well-being and calm that invigorated me completely.

Always, with every activity and trip, there is one such moment that simply exudes quiet perfection and becomes that overriding memory of that experience. A moment that captures the essence of the entire experience and everything you were striving to achieve.

It can come at the oddest times.

Like when you stop to pee at a roadside dhaba during a long drive to a hill station and step out, relieved, to notice that the trees have become firs and there’s a nip in the air and pine needles under your feet.

Or after the main event has passed.

Like when you come to the surface after a particularly rewarding dive and feel the sun warm your face.

It is mostly solitary.

Like when the rain lets off for a bit, and you set off on a stroll — past the stream, to the outermost outcrop of mountain overlooking a horseshoe river – and sit at look at the v-shaped patch of sky where two mountain slopes meet.

It is almost always too short, blink and it’s gone.

Like the gust of breeze that brushes your sweaty face when you come out of the jungle to the edge of the cliff and see the waves break on the shoreline.

And it is always remembered. Like a photograph etched in your mind. Like a postcard mailed to yourself with a little note that says, ‘I was here’.

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  • http://mywriterkeeda.wordpress.com Ishmart Alec

    yaar kabhi toh treat us with pics

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  • http://chaichaichai.wordpress.com/ Samudra

    Just discovered your blog.

    Where can I see more pics?

    I know exactly what “moment” you are talking about. On my recent biking trip across South India, I had many such moments.
    When riding silently down the slopes (engine turned off) on the slopes of Ooty.
    When trying desperately to communicate to a villager (who spoke no other language but Malayalam) that all we needed were 2 cups of chai.
    When standing up from my accident near Munnar and, though badly shaken, noticing how peaceful and beautiful everything was (inspite of my bike being almost non-recognizable)
    When looking at the absolutely bewildered faces of the foreigners at Meenakshi temple, and forgetting my own bewilderment.
    When finding a puncture repair-walla after pushing the bike for kilometres.

    I had read somewhere this quote “Life is not about the number of breaths you take. It’s about the number of moments that take your breath away.”

    Very well written… looking forward to reading more from you :)

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  • General Disarray

    Don’t need any images. The words are enough.

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  • http://aspaceofonesown.blogspot.com Sana

    yes, the familiar sense of calm that life treats us with…….like everything comes to a standstill :)
    Nice post, Thanks !

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  • Manoj

    Very nice post. I think I am going to live vicariously through your posts for some time. :)

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  • anil

    Govt. expects people to save the nature – maintaining ecological sustainability is not Govt.’s job, specially when Congress leads it!

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  • rhvankar VANKAR

    In the name of majority,the water of Ganges,praised by all a lives,TO USE THE EVERY DROP OF WATER GENTLY!DO NOT THROW THE DUST IN EVERY STORAGE WATER.save the banks of sea too,save fish and sea world,mark our human limits too for happy future!

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  • gautam

    Dear Mr. Chauhan, a very nice article but biased and full of prejudices.

    How can you blame people like Veer Bhadra Mishra, Mr. Rajendra Singh and Ms. Sunita Narayan (indirectly) who are well know stalwarts when it comes to protecting environment. All the three dignitaries were in the panel of NGRBA and has contributed to their best. How is it possible with these people on board there was no out of the box thinking.

    Half of your article talks about saving ganga and the ecological biosphere but suddenly in the latter half everything boils down to scrapping Hydel Projects.expecting an article from you how dams would be held responsible for pollution in ganga. wondering Had you been a journalist covering science and technology what this article would have been ???

    Since there are very few industries in Uttarakhand and does not harm river at all. as far as you question on the increased level of pollution in ganga at various pockets in Uttarakhand is concerned i believe increased population (which constitutes me and you as well)and pilgrimage is to be blamed.

    It’s frequent phenomenon that a curious and rebellious brain of ours raises questions and concerns over various issues, but on a regular basis we fail to provide a solution. As per your article the only solution i see is to go back to stone age.

    We all want to see every river in this country as pure and as sacred as Ganga.

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  • marthand

    In the next few months the Indian Govt. will bring in Laws to manage water. In reality water will be managed by corporations. How can anyone claim water to be their property. The film (www.indiegogo.com/returnoftheganga) is an activist film to make water free and to stop dams on it. Pledge, contribute to make this film happen.

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