TRIBUTE TO LADAKH
She stands at “Savdhan” admiring the blazing blue skies and the mountains beyond. Tis a lonely road. It’s a kind of Magic. Ladakh! Leaves many brain dead. The call of the Mountain is strong. Nirvana.
She called last night from thousands of miles away…she talked Ladakh, Buddhism, Peace, Flags, this dung La that dung La. Strange. No golf. She’s an Alice in Chains for Ladakh.
It was a day in July, in the high mountain passes. Loneliness. Was it a dream?
Ladakh provokes thousand different thought to different people, in so many ways.
Blessed are the glaciers, the raging rivers, pristine treeless surroundings.
Tis so easy enjoying pics like this in front of my comp, laid back in comfort. How did I feel that day? BETTER coz Pappa was a Rolling Stone. The Solitary man and his Woman. Biking. Mountains. The meaning of Freedom.
Some of my young biker friends on Flickr go back again in again, the magnetism of Ladakh has that pulling power…. Lets Just Ride. Like Mani Babbar, Motographer. Will they ever stop? They are very talented with their cameras.
I can at best view my pics again and again. Tis the snapshot in the family album. The best there is, is Ladakh. No doubt.
Will I go there again? No. Choice one is Vegas. There is a beggar on Flickr who lives in USA. He is a guest of honor at Caesars Palace. I will deal the Jack of Diamonds to him on the table. Although the Clubs weapons are more.
The memory all fades now…..
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2 comments:
nicely written! and as always, your pics are all wallpaper material... :D
hey love thanks!
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