My Journey from an Interior Designer to a Trek Leader – Krupa Vyas
It took a lot of efforts and anticipation for a 4-yr old me to wonder what was his old man up to.
Apparently, my father was packing his rucksack, a big fancy bag with clothes and theplas.
He was excited and I was crying seeing him leave. A four-year-old toddler thought she was not going to see her “Pappa”.
My father had one complete month in a year all to himself. I never understood that back then.
Why he would spend a month in those Mountains. Wandering around Nature and returning all tanned with lost kilos.
But I always saw a grin in his heart. Every time he returned with memories and many pictures for me to see and wonder what was so mystical and beautiful about those sunrises and sunsets, those dancing clouds and their ever amazing friends – MOUNTAINS !!!
I was around thirteen years old when I finally managed to accompany him to the Amarnath pilgrimage which he was a regular at.
Excited, all packed and the thought of not waking up to school and homework for a fortnight made me happy.
Who knew that I would be jumping with joy sliding on the snow-clad mountains, all in awe of them mighty pillars.
The pilgrimage was a memorable trip and I had a lovely time with my father and accomplice.
I was dying to eat MOM-cooked food. It taught me a thing or two about the privileges I had. Grateful.
It rained, it snowed and it was sunny. At all times, the Mountains were standing tall and strong.
Years went by, I completed my formal education to become an Interior Designer from one of the most reputed colleges in India. Soon after that before I enter the real-life world and take up a job, I realized this is going to be the last summer vacation of my life. I wanted to go out alone, explore places, embrace some responsibilities and so I went out for a months trip to the mountains, and that was it. I was in love with that life, different from the city and very peaceful.
After returning, I went on to work designing people’s dream homes and villas. I was going through Life well. All this while I knew there was something missing. A void to be filled up. A piece of me was deprived of that Joy the thirteen-year-old me had experienced, the peace a grown-up me had experienced.
Packing my rucksack and leaving to the mountains, wandering around in the laps of the mighty Himalayas is what I did once a year while growing up.
Like father. Like daughter.
Staring out the windows, doing work which seemed irrelevant and not satisfying, I was too lost in the crowd and following the herd.
I am blessed enough to a bunch of people who support me in my endeavors and efforts.
I did make a few homes and realized I wanted to just walk around with that familiar backpack on my shoulder and travel around those mighty magnificent Mountains.
THE MOUNTAINS WERE CALLING AND I DID GO !!!
The 10 to 7 scene at work was becoming suffocating and I could feel myself growing increasingly unhappy. I knew I had to do something about it and so I did ! I justify my job, where I was only earning money and started towards my journey to those Mountains where I am earning happiness and a lot of peace of mind. I am happy spending time in the villages, surviving and living in the not-so-familiar and extreme habitat, meeting new people, breathing in the fresh air, eating the non-toxicated organic food and exploring the beauties of Nature.
I will be spending more time at those mountains, being the mellow me and yes. I guess I’ve found my reason, season and lifetime – MOUNTAINS.
I don’t know where I’ll go next but I’m sure it won’t be boring !!!
“Life is simple. You make choices and Never look back.
Sometimes, you need to take that leap of faith and follow your heart. “