The great mother

"We're on a road to nowhere

Come on inside

Takin' that ride to nowhere We'll take that ride

Feelin' okay this mornin'

And you know,

We're on the road to paradise

Here we go, here we go

We're on a ride to nowhere

Come on inside

Takin' that ride to nowhere

We'll take that ride

Maybe you wonder where you are

I don't care

Here is where time is on our side

Take you there...take you there

We're on a road to nowhere

We're on a road to nowhere

We're on a road to nowhere"

-"Road to Nowhere", Talking Heads

Exactly what I feel when I see what others are missing. Many of my friends tell me about the latest malls and movies, and try to tell me what I am missing... I don't say anything cause if I just give a glimpse of what they are missing, I don't know what they will say.

Have you ever gone into the wilderness? Have you ever tried to listen what the silence and the noises of the jungles, the mountains and the deserts are trying to tell you? Have you ever heard the soft fall of the leaves and felt the softest carpet in the world made by the fine leaves of pine? That's what they are missing. The early morning calls of the myriad of birds and animals, The most soothing sound of the trickle of water as it takes its own time to turn into a raging torrent, rushing to meet the sea. That's what they are missing. The crystal clear waters of the lakes with its unafraid fish which come so near to you that you can touch them as they have never seen the beast that man is. That's what they are missing. The shimmer of the distant sands like water that beckons everyone for a respite from the all pervading heat and sand. The rolling bushes being tossed here and there as if some soccer match between some invisible giants. That's what they are missing.

Pictures from top to bottom

1. Sunrise over the sand dunes in Rajasthan.

2. The Jungles near Darjeeling.

3. A view from road to Nathu La, Sikkim.