My Journey towards the existence. Kailash Manasarvar Yatra.

Human beings always challenge the existence. Inspite of the fact they exist. How they exist, they do not understand. Why cannot we, be grateful for the same? It is not the praise of God. It is the gratitude of being one. It is the essence of timing. It is greater. Kailash Mansarovar yatra gives the values to existence and takes us to the essence of time. Time is what god has given to us. We may criticize, and waste it. We may utilize it. No mandirs. No tarpan or arpan. It is the values which takes us to yatra. All made for us. God smiles. Thoughts did not stop. it was rewinding live for a better one. It was His call which we took. It was the attitude of gratitude to all who were in the Yatra. It was the gratitude to all who took the yatra. It was the thankful approach to all who completed the yatra. It was a thank you to those who could not complete the yatra. They were there. And we were proceeding to Purang. After we met all, it was the gratitude to God. It was a thanks giving to the sherpas, without whom, we could not complete our yatra.

From Purang, we again went down. Back to Hilsa. Again a long wait. Permits rechecked. Pass Ports returned. No stamp of entry in Tibet. But we could see the smiles and the lessons. And we waited for the Halicopters at hilsa. Thoughts just circling round. It was amazing. It was life revitalized. Group of six departing one by one. Last were Jayant and me. And the thoughts within.

Our family. Our associates. Our insight. Our friends. And the life. Wastage of time. Jayant is a saint. He had that mind. It was recapturing of all of us. Doxstars 81, we call ourselves. Simplicity. And the childhood amongst us. The difference has to be regarded. Not advertised and criticized. Each person has a unique existence. That uniqueness need to be adored. Silently watching him. And then the family. No comparisons. No consequences. Had we known of the consequences, life would not have been life. Moral of the story was the laughter and the shine. Glory. Glory of God and existence under uncertainties. It was to make the uncertainty solved by faith. It was the essence. It was making all feel light. It was the best time. It was the gratitude. It was not the comparison. It was wonderful. Sanjay Jaiswal, taking the picture from the front seat of the nature while coming back. It was a thanks giving exercise. We reached back Simicot. Again the mud house and the tea. We were smiling.

The dinner , and the charge taken over by the guests. All were a family. It was the memory of Sonam, who made this a memeorable yatra. We were coming back to the world of existence once again. From the desert of mountains, to the greenery. The desert brought the greenery in our souls. It was a feeling wonderful. We felt the yatra to be coming to an end. From Simicot, the next day we moved to Nepalgang. And after a quick bath, proceeded to Lucknow. This time Trip to temples arranged our stay at Golden Tulip. It was a nice hotel . relaxing. Some shopping by the ladies. Back to the world of materialism. And the works.

As scheduled, we took up the flight back to Ranchi . and then the news. Just from the next day, pilgrims who were walking for the yatra got stranded. There were 1500 pilgrims stuck up in Nepal and Hilsa. We heard of the deaths. News papers were full of the news. We were thanking God for being back. It was a feeling.

All back to work. And this had to be penned down. An experience of the life. Wishing to take another trip. Closed eyes looked at kalash once again. It was Om within. Wished to share the presence. It was the thanks giving. It was a yatra. It was life. It was unique. It was not a holiday. It was experiencing life once again. It was reunion with oneself. It was humble and polite salutation. It was thanks giving to all. It was the beginning of life once again. It was killing the ego. It was shiv, shiv and shiv. It was bliss within the bliss. It was not an achievement. It was the love of God. It was unique.

On arrival we found my father's health getting worse. But he recognized us. All reunited. Works started. His ailing started reducing. I started writing and composing this. And then finished this on 20th. Gave some water of Mansarover in his mouth. My father, felt the time . It was 6.30 PM. His soul departed to Yam Dwar. And then we bid a farewell to the departed soul. Om Shanti. It was . He was relieved from the pains. And we could see how glorified his works were. Not many rich people but could see the crying hearts for him. It was a farewell to him. It was his bliss which led us there to feel the reality. He is immortal. Like my natural father whom I could feel there touching Kailash. Tears did not roll. It was a thank you. It was immortality. Today, praying for the soul for the peaceful yatra, and feeling his bliss, thanking God, that he was relieved from Suffering. Remembering Christ, who was put on the cross, but brought salvation to so many. This was the journey to Ashtral.

So many feels , so many things happening. So much described, so much undiscribed. It is uncertainity. And the human beings in the world always wish a certainity in this uncertain life. They risk not to risk. But then they have to. Yatra is this. We should opt the uncertainity. It is only certain. And work onto.

Om Guru! Om Guru!!! Om Guru Om!!!