The stories of the beauty of India’s North Eastern States were long heard. This pull resulted in planning a cycling expedition to any one of the States. This year, Sikkim turned out to be our destination between Oct 22 to Nov 2.
Mitra bhau Naik, an expert in Cycling and trekking tours was our guide. We landed at Baghdora and after two days of acclimatisation, the Cycling started from the beautiful Darjeeling.
In the next few days we hopped from one destination to another and were blessed to experience West and South Sikkim. We moved from Darjeeling to Jorethang to Pelling to Yuksom to Ravangla to Gangtok to Namchi to Kalimpong to Siliguri and
back to Baghdora for our return flight.
‘Incredible India’ is the only word which can describe the places we visited. Huge Mountains laden with thick vegetation, deep Valleys converging into crystal clear rivers flowing with childlike enthusiasm, clean places being a culture, loud noise an impossibility, kindness of the villagers a permanent virtue and vibrations of happiness all over. The most attractive part of this dream journey was the cuteness of the kids. The combination of chubby cheeks and small innocent eyes was irresistible!
As we moved along paddling on our bicycles, sometimes on upward slopes and on others, downward, but seldom plain horizontal ones, a crucial lesson was learnt. Four of us, Tukaram Naik, Nilesh Jakotia, Pratik Bafna and myself, used to cycle for hours together. Sometimes for 4 hours, at others 5 and once even for 6 and a half hours, to be totally exhausted.
We used to push ourselves through the upward slopes for hours and feel like quitting. At times even downward journey used to be a test of our endurance with practically only stones to ride on instead of roads. Sweat running down the forehead, legs aching, eyes fixed on the never ending upward slope, the top of the mountain still high enough to scale, the cycle moving along in inches, lungs thumping in exhaustion, heart ready to give up, the only hope of reaching the destination used to be the mind. Clinging tightly to will power as we used to reach the top a complete sense of satisfaction used to grip in.
A break for a sip of water, something to munch from our bag, a moment of solitude listening to the birds around and hours of struggle used to just vanish! It was pure magic!
Till minutes ago, the thought used to be never again will we put ourselves to such physical impossibility and all of a sudden within minutes of achieving our goal it was felt that another peak is definitely scalable.
In Cricket, the opening batsman have to face the swinging new ball. If they successfully pass the test, in few overs the ball looses its shine and stops swinging. Life becomes easy and now the batsman can enjoy their strokes.
In life too, sometimes we face tough situations. It seems the end of the world for us. But with a mind of steel, patience as our virtue, confidence of getting over the crisis, if we hold long enough, the tide soon gets over and everything becomes nice and rosy!
Let’s believe, it’s not the end but only a bend!
Next turn might be the top of the mountain, next ball might loose its shine and stop swinging, the chirping of the birds will again be heard to relish!
