7 Curug Bibijilan Waterfalls – Hidden Gem in Sukabumi

The Phone Call.

The transit to Indonesia began with a phone call from my maternal family. Normally, these calls are uneventful—filled with joy, laughter, and the latest stories of weekend escapes. But this time, it was different. Mom picked up the call and went completely pale, as if a black hole had sucked her soul into the abyss. Dad’s trembling footsteps toward his sobbing wife only confirmed it wasn’t good news.

We weren’t completely unaware of the situation, but this call was different. My Nani had begun to lose her battle with cancer. Like the brave Rajwadi kings of Rajasthan, who were said to fight even after being decapitated, she was still holding on with a warrior’s spirit.

What a way to start the journey. It was supposed to be filled with sorrow, grief, and worry. Yet there’s something so positive about my family in Indonesia. They don’t seem to worry too much about what life throws at them. In all my 30 years of visiting, I’ve never seen their eyebrows furrow.

Met with an accident? “Cool, we’re alive. We’ll fix the car.”
Missed a rest stop on the highway? “Cool, pour hot water from the thermos, eat instant noodles, sing karaoke.”
Don’t feel like working? “Cool, let’s close shop and camp by the beach.”

That subtle art of not worrying is the magic of life I learned from them this time. In India, a call like this would bring a rush of bad feelings, frantic thoughts, and plans for last meetings before emotions could even settle. In Indonesia, they carry it differently.

2 Hill's Away

We were in the storm. We decided to deal with the storm. And then, in the middle of it all, my uncle and cousin suggested a change—a trip to the waterfalls hidden in the mountains, protected by tall pine trees. Waterfalls so fierce you could hear them over rustling leaves and jungle birds, yet melodic enough to calm your soul. To break that melody, we would take our dirt bikes, scraping the tarmac under the wide blue sky.

The next morning, we were up at 5 am, pumped and ready. By 6 am, the city was already buzzing after morning prayers. I packed my action camera, one power bank, a little cash, and off we went on our bikes.

Two hills away—that’s how destinations are measured in my mom’s village. Not by postal codes. A 30 km ride, about 2 hours on motorcycles. Scenic not only for the landscapes but also for the people. No one’s in a rush. They drive slowly, listen to Dangdut folk songs, shift gears with one hand while puffing their favorite cigarettes with the other. Amidst the smoky fog, even I felt relaxed.

Around sunrise, our stomachs growled as we stopped to admire a clear view of Mount Gede and Mount Pangrango, both usually shy behind clouds. I flew my drone for the first time, capturing their majesty in 4K. As the drone climbed, all three of our stomachs growled together like a trending “grrrr” meme. Hunger hit us hard.

Nearby was a resort, but we didn’t want to break the adventure’s tempo. Instead, we stumbled upon Amador Ranch—a horse ranch. I’d never seen proper stallion-grade horses in my mom’s village. Ponies, sure, but not this. That’s why I love roaming: to find experiences no book or YouTube video can replicate.

Amador Ranch sat on a high hill, overlooking the valley we had just climbed. From its bamboo suspension bridge viewpoint, I launched the drone again, capturing panoramic memoirs against the backdrop of the two glorious mountains, flaunting themselves like peacocks in monsoon.

The sun lit the dewy grass while clouds played hide and seek with the valley below. Breakfast was black coffee and cheeseburgers with potato fries. Hungry or not, the food was genuinely good. And cheap too—what cost us 3 burger's with coffee there would barely cover a sandwich back in India.

Hidden Among The Pine Trees

By now, the mountains hid behind clouds again, and we were eager to move. A steep downhill through a small village brought us closer. Fishermen, grocers, and fishing lot owners waved as we passed. Soon, we heard the thunder of water crashing—Curug Bibijilan.

At the first gate, locals sat smoking cigarettes and snacking on tahu, asking for a small entrance fee. My uncle paid, shaking hands with the elder, while my brother and I rushed ahead, too excited to care. We parked the bikes near towering pine trees, passing school kids and even spotting a rusty yet stylish custom chopper.

The forest dipped suddenly, almost like a crack in the mountain, split by the mighty Curug Bibijilan. A welcome board confirmed it. Mist from the falls coated my glasses and hair. The rocks were slippery, and both my brother and I regretted wearing the wrong shoes. Still, we made it to the base of the fourth waterfall, where we spent the rest of the day.

A bamboo-and-wood bridge crossed a calmer part of the falls, decorated with moss and dripping water—like something out of Jumanji. The roar of the waterfall filled the air, mixing with the laughter of children swimming in the pool below. My uncle jumped in first, then me, then my brother.

I was scared of the rocks, and the rush of water was so strong it kept pushing me back. Hesitantly, I dipped my left foot first into the icy pool while the others were already sitting under the falls above, claiming a spot for us. Slowly, I pushed forward through the current, mounted my camera on the chest harness, hoping it captured the POV of what I was daring to experience for the very first time.

From a distance, my uncle saw me struggling. Probably I took the wrong approach because he yelled, “Keep coming straight, you’re all right!” and reached his hand out like he was saving a man on a ledge. Step after step, I gasped, swallowed gulps of mineral-rich water, but finally, I reached his hand. He pulled me up. Boy, it was fun though—never felt so refreshed and energized before.

We sat there for an hour or so, clicking pictures with occasional silence in between, as if everyone needed to shut up and bask in the chaos of the waterfall crashing behind us. We didn’t speak for another 30 minutes, just exchanged smiles and smirks while combing our wet hair with our hands, sinking into the moss-green stones nature had lent us for the time being.

I felt like I was in zen, within myself. Very rarely am I left thoughtless—no murmurs of my brain, no voices debating right or wrong. In that moment, I was weightless, free. I’d drive or travel any distance to feel that again.

Later, we dragged our tired bones and glittering skin back up the hill, our legs trembling as if we’d done leg day at the gym. Famished, we ran to a small shack for a cup of black coffee and instant noodles. Sitting on a bamboo bench, slurping hot noodles and warming our hands on steaming coffee, I suddenly remembered a scene from Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. After his ocean dive, one protagonist cries—not out of fear, but from pure bliss. That’s exactly how I felt in that moment.

Sometimes we complicate life so much with self-imposed goals that we forget why we’re here in the first place. I’ve noticed it in the rains especially. Kids, weighed down by heavy backpacks, still laugh and splash under the rain, umbrella closed. And then there’s us—running for the nearest shed, hiding from the very thing we once loved.

So I’ll leave you with a question today. Are you the one who still enjoys the rain, no matter what? Or are you the one who now runs for shelter? Think about it.

That’s all from Curug Bibijilan Waterfall—a natural wonder that might not be on the world map, but will always be pinned to the wall of my memory.

Roadster out!

Check out the video here: Curug Bibijilan Waterfall, Sukabumi, Indonesia.

Indonesia Jungle Trail Riding Adventure – Exploring Sukabumi, Gunung Gede & Pangrango Forests on Dirt Bikes

The Pursuit Of Freedom

There is always something raw and magical about riding into the heart of nature, leaving behind human paved roads and venturing into the wild where nature has taken its course over years of dewy growth while moss was the main construction worker bridging the gap between untouched but soon to be kissed with love of nature, it would be or I must say it is the true sense and form the world was offered to us once we began the trail.

Recently, I set out on an unforgettable trail-riding adventure in Indonesia’s Sukabumi region, exploring the scenic tea gardens, volcanic trails, and dense forests near Gunung Gede and Pangrango National Park.

This particular ride of mine was even more special, As I wasn’t riding alone – my family had joined me on dirt bikes like the Kawasaki KLX230, Honda CRF150, and Viar 150 and together, we discovered the thrill of off-roading into the beauty of untouched landscapes soon to be tested and tried to be tamed by us.

These are Motorcycles That Took Us There

• Kawasaki KLX230 – A lightweight yet powerful trail machine perfect for tackling jungle climbs. Which my brother took into his stride.

• Honda CRF150 – Compact, fun, and reliable for both beginners and seasoned riders which my uncle took for his comfort and out of my fear of it.

• Viar 150 – A local Indonesian trail bike that held its own in rugged conditions which I personally felt at home riding but it was soon to change. 

Our bike's were the flavor to our adventure soup we had been stirring around, and switching between them made the adventure even more exciting.

 Jungle Trails of Sukabumi

We started our ride from a near by lush tea garden, which was privately owned yet had a narrow dirt paths from its side that later wound through emerald-green color tea plantation's, I personally had never before seen such tea garden except from the time I was in Munnar, India. The air was fresh, minty, filled with the earthy aroma of wet soil and mist-covered leaves. Soon, we entered the dense jungle trails, where the path narrowed and roots, rocks, and muddy slopes tested both rider and machine. Every twist of the throttle was a battle against nature, but that’s exactly what made it so thrilling.

It was here where we first made visual contact with the nature's offspring that turned out to be so majestic, violent but yet so quiet, sleeping and basking amongst the clouds and tall pine trees as its blanket but yet snoring in anger which one could hear every now on then as it gargle's throughout the day.

Gunung Gede & Pangrango Wilderness

One of the highlights was riding along the base of Gunung Gede and Pangrango, two iconic volcanic mountains. The terrain was a mix of slippery descents, river crossings, and steep forest climbs, all set against a backdrop of towering pine trees and echoing wildlife calls afar, I could literally hear birds after so long, I realized that amongst the chaotic city life my ears had become deaf to the rhythm of nature.

It felt less like a ride and more like a journey into a lost world, a world I - We all know about yet we forgot it over the years of our own turmoil's in search of something so achievable that we have yet to achieve it.

Family, Fun & Adventure  

What made this trip unforgettable was doing it as a family adventure, a decision my uncle had already made since the day he got to learn that I was coming to Indonesia all the way from India, he had meticulously planned the whole route with my brother, while he even helped to conjure life into a dead motorcycle which had seen it best days in a dark corner of our garage back home, the viar 150, a surplus gift from the Indonesian military to honor the service of my uncle's brother and the valor was still warm in the motorcycle too, I heard it took some doing to start it but it breathed with a yawn of white smoke but was alive, both my uncle and the bike.

We weren’t just trail riding – we were bonding over mud, laughter, and shared challenges from sticky situation to cold river water. From helping each other push bikes through tough sections to celebrating small victories at scenic spots, the experience was both thrilling and heartwarming.

Trail riding here isn’t easy – slippery mud tracks, unpredictable rain, and steep climbs, rocky to muddy to runny to dense forest and jungles demanded focus and endurance. But every challenge made reaching the next viewpoint even more rewarding. So much rewarding that it gave us life, a purpose, a true sense of feeling a soul breathe, think, live within you that you and I have surely forgotten how it feels.

Trail riding in Indonesia’s volcanic jungles is more than just an adventure – it’s a spiritual escape into nature, inner self, to meet with yourself amongst the calm of the nature while the adventure is the only chaos going through your mind. For me, this wasn’t just about motorcycles, but about family, exploration, and discovering hidden gems of this beautiful country and finally meeting myself doing something I truly love.

If you ever dream of mixing adventure, nature, and two wheels, Sukabumi’s trails near Gunung Gede and Pangrango should be on your bucket list, add another line with a unmarked checkbox right now and you wont regret it while putting a tick on it later.

Watch the Full Adventure on YouTube

This ride was captured across 4 episodes and 1 exclusive live stream on my channel, showcasing every trail, climb, and breathtaking view. If you love motorcycles, travel, or simply exploring the unknown, check out the playlist:

👉 Watch Jungle Trail Riding in Indonesia Playlist on YouTube

(Few Picture's from the wilderness)

How To Pack for A Motorcycle Trip?

 The Million Dollar Question? Isn't It...

We all have travelled in some part of our lives and some lucky few bastards amongst us are already at it while reading this and probably a few chosen one's are 24x7 are on it as a job and ironically these one's hate it... Well, you might be wondering why? what's to hate in travelling right...? That's the million dollar question to it and the majority of them I have met and asked the same question, lets say 60% female's and 40% male's say it the 'packing and unpacking part'.

Now its all bit of 'Easy-Peasy-Japanesey' when you are either travelling alone or you are travelling by air (leaving the airport's layover's aside, of course!) but its get much harder when you are travelling on a motorcycle, yeah! You have not too much room to play around with and its gets harder if you have a plus one riding bitch with you. All of this needs a major few consideration and tiny bit of management which we will talk in a much simpler and camp fire cozy way ahead as you read.

The Most Important thing - Weight:

THE one biggest friend and enemy of yours while travelling on a motorcycle no matter what engine capacity you are roaring on, is the weight. The weight of the motorcycle, the weight of your luggage, the weight of fuel, extra jerry cans and not to forget the weight of yourself, as it is all that is going to get loaded up on that chassis which is sitting on two wheel's and hoping on a really good suspension setting and if not, you might have already or you will be experiencing life most hardest spanking that your ancestor's will feel through out the spinal cord.

Pack light: The most common mistake I have seen newbies and even experience rider's is they pack a punch along with their heavy ass motorcycle's and rolling down the highway looking all badass but deep within that tinted visor down helmet they are crying their heart out as they are continuously struggling with the weight they and the bike constantly need to manage. Pack only what is dead ass necessary and pack a little bit more there after which has the essential things that might keep you alive in the wilderness or somewhere you went too adventurous and now can't get back to civilization, that extra packing will definitely get you back alive not soon but soon enough if you are in such a situation.

Even if the trip stretches out from the weekend usual or a long haul of your choice, pack accordingly but still leave some space that you can fit in more along the way and leaving a bit of wiggle room just for the sake of it. Many of us out there pack too much then required, its like hogging down a shopping aisle with everything at 90% discount! No! No! No! a Big ass no, pack things you can carry along easily on the bike and off the bike, no need to pack a fashion fiesta for the trip as its a luxury which will be for sure spoiled with a bad, very bad, helmet hair after you get off to relax your saddle soar.

Weight Management: Such as yourself, your motorcycle can and will carry so much they are intended too, read the manual if you are not sure of how much each segment of your bike chassis can stress out too. Weight is something that has a lot to do with inertia, more the weight - more the inertia will act on it & there is no stopping it, its nature - you wont be able to do shit once its in action, so, there are are typically 7 points where you can saddle up your luggage on your motorcycle and these apply even to chopper's and bobbers and cruiser and other likes of us out there:

                                1) The extreme front of the bike.

                                2) The Tank of the bike.

                                3) The front sides of the bike. (specially adv's)

                                4) The Rear sides of the bike. (RL & RR Panniers)

                                5)The Tail Bag / Tail Top Box. 

(Depends if you have a passenger or not, this could be added +1 space or -1 Space on Tail bag respectively.)

So, this is a basic setup which I personally use too. You have this 5 main lock up points and total of 7 points individually where you can saddle your luggage. I will tell you how I do it so you can continue to inspire yourself the way you want to do it either way it will fall on this 5 major points on the bike.

I Personally load my spare mechanical sets and extra fuses and a small med kit on point (1), which typically sit's right below the main headlight and just above the front wheel fender, reason, its best accessible in time of need and I picked up this habit up from other chopper rider's out there.

I load my documental essential such as paper works and mobile phone, charging dock, power banks and wires, few loose cash, credit card, insurance and other stuff which might need a frequent usage along the journey and feed it to a magnetic tank bag which is easily detachable on Point (2), The items in the bag should be figured out depending upon the type of journey you are embarking upon, some journey's do require passports, identity proofs which could be very handy in this part of the bike load area.

Now Point (3), could be only for adv(adventure) bikes and riders out there and cannot typically imply on cruiser's and chopper's until a ugly retro fit as this particular part would shift to sissy bars on cruiser's and chopper's, which we will talk ahead, but is essentially a factory fitted or factory available mod for adv riders where they can either retro fit jerry can's, water jugs, survival or med pouches and etc, again depending upon the nature of the journey and rider needs this load area of the bike is different for all forms of rider's and their needs.

Point (4), This particular part is my least favorite, specially PANNIER'S, OOOOOOOHHH! everyone does give you looks with this installed on your bike, big daddy vibes, professional cross country rider image but it has it own drawbacks and list is long on it, wont alienate you on same but as we discussed earlier - WEIGHT! The pannier's setup, no matter what earthly metal's its made from, either aluminum, steel, hardend plastic's, metal, sheet metal, all of these kind's add lot of weight to your bike rear end without the actual load filled in it and once loaded up from 20, 25,35litres its pure dead weight twerking behind your bike along the whole journey and end up stressing out your rear suspensions, tires, sprockets, chassis weld's and eventually the rims of the tires. Now this is a debatable point amongst all biker's such as all of us but a respectable one, its my personal choice and logic that it doesn't fit to my riding but I suggest until and unless you are not traveling long long long long trip or you have not sold all what you own and set out to explore the world until then you don't need the hard box panniers, plus it cost a shit ton of money, even if you have that kind of money, try opting out of it and instead go in for all weather saddle bags, there are plug and play or strap and stay method fitters, they are light on bike and on your pockets and they are flexible enough to jiggle few of your top secret goodies you want to carry around and plus you can improvise with straps and zips across the whole setup to even carry a whole tent system or other luggage such as a duffle bag or even a camel water pouch. Chose wisely and will make a point on this in whole other blog for you guys!

Last but not the least Point (5), Tail bags or top box, now its the go to go setup from choppers, cruisers and tourers where you can simply slap a tail bag or a golf bag on a long sissy bar on the rear seat and it shall cover 80% of your luggage need if you are riding alone or if you are having someone with you on the journey then install a Rear Top Box to easily fit in the extra luggage of your plus one or share the same space of 15 to 30litres or install it for days you don't want to carry your helmet around on your shoulders or in hand and stay free on the arrived destination.

All these points can be adjusted according to your need but always keep in mind to keep equal weights across the motorcycle, specially on the rear side and either sides of the motorcycles, keep this thumb rule in mind:

        "Too much weight on back = Loose front end = Loss of stopping power = Less Grip, 

        Too much weight on either side of bike = Unequal weight distribution = longer corners = bike will pull on more weighted side" 

this shall help you ease on your packing of the bike overall. but be mindful.

That's all there is to keep in mind while riding, a billion dollar question with not much of rocket science to apply, its all balancing the weights out and counter balancing the ones that are off and your bike's physics will do the rest.

What are you waiting for, get packing for that weekend camping ride or the long haul you have been planning since ages! Its the best weather to be there...

While you are saddling up, will leave you to it till I meet you all again in the next one.

Ride safe! Ride hard! God Speed! 

What is with Nature?

Who Creates these? Almighty can only do it:

Been a while I have been blogging, travelling yes but couldn't actually gather words to put down on a blog, been so overwhelmed with all the places I have visited and all the work that followed after. Well, I was on a date with the Himalayas' for past couple of months and few flirtatious dates with the Kangchenjunga and cloud caped hill and wet beaches of Indonesia - what a beauty and majestic charm it flaunts with the morning dew, probably won't get over it.

Coming back to hometown makes me dwell into a rabbit hole of thoughts that all the million's of words we read in poetry or of a cunning novelist who cage us with their character's so much that we forget the real world there is, yet we forget about them over the years and then there are these places we visit or probably won't visit and only have a glimpse of on back of a post card but yet will remember them probably whole of our lives and live it once again in a flash back before the curtain's fall. That's where I feel that expression through words do matter but much matters more is having a physical memory of a place, even if its in your hometown, you need to have a physical memory - evidence, that you have been there and it acts as an instant neuro surge of emotion's, memory, smell, even a interesting conversation we might have had with a random bob there but all that makes us feel, me feel, present.

We all have been there and somehow - we want to be there again, probably some of us want to stay there permanently yet being somewhere else. How cosmically interesting is that...

Happy dwelling if this teleport's you to somewhere, will meet you all again once you are back from there. 

Have a good one!

Lost Letters & Found Memories!

Aren't We Gathering Digital Dust?

The whole travelling idea is made out of a single insemination of an urge to break free. ain't it? Where we are clouded by the hustle and bustle of the daily monotonous life, the same old 9-5, with no new faces to interact with, the deadlines getting humped on with bills to pay, it becomes overwhelming for a normal individual, which makes him / her stop at busy red light, with the fumes of dream's guzzling engines roaring around and to plumet into a never ending thought - "when to have a  breath of freedom?"

The good old day's stories we hear from our elder's where they crossed a whole natural battlefield to get to their school on time or a very commonly shared story of them seating under a street light to study for their exam's but yet apart from all those said hardship's of their's they always managed to gather a pool of money amongst friends, family or even their community neighborhood to travel together in a well aged bus and still be comfortably happy and click pictures for us to find years later today - think about that?

In today's era where hashtag's get your memories bona fide or number's of comment's and like approves the trip or the picture, it fail's against our elder's faded photograph which they have comfortably tucked away in an old album or that well aged leather wallet penny pocket, which carries an actual worth even in monetary means, google it for some lost and found post card's, letters, picture which go for an jaw dropping auction, who while clicking it never thought it would mean so much one day. While we yap around with a expensive camera in a brick we carry around in our pockets nowadays with no need to develop the image until later to find out how it actually came, I personally think we as a generation are missing out the actual fun it could have been in today's time, I know few of us out there are still using the old tech with a bit of expense but hey! that's a joy for some and a respectable one against the digital dust we are collecting on server's we might even not know where.

Ahhh! But it is indeed such a sensory pleasure to get hold of physical memories, its like holding a memory neuron in your hand and viewing it in a AI generated exploded view. I always make it a point to click a picture or at least find a post card from the local shop where I am visiting and send it back with my handwritten word's on it to myself and my close one's, the sheer joy it brings to me and them when they receive it is priceless and some how gives a reason to come back home anyways. Weirdly comforting!

Do you have any such physical photographs you just found recently which you never knew of or which had taken a free dive in the dark canyon of your forgotten memories in your brain but had bit of shadow looming somewhere in your heart and made you say "I thought I had lost this one." Go find one if you have the glimmer shinning after reading this, will meet you again once we cherish the same once found.

Go write that letter you always wanted - Go turn that picture around with a faded message written behind. That's the gold mine we are actually longing for.

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Thought of Blogging with Vlogging!

My First Blog!

Hi, Internet or shall I still say Reader's? The world has become so small in all these years where one can virtually be at multiple places from a single location, what an irony! Well, so I too thought why not me, I am Nirmal Shah or also known as Roadster on youtube and now dipping my fingers in writing blog's too.

I ride a Royal Enfield Classic 500 and take it to places where one would not like to venture on but that's where the fun starts, I have never held myself back from trying out new stuff and experimenting with different combination's of experiences in my life - some say its crazy but well hey! who needs to be sober in this high life. Keeps things excited and helps not get bored easily with a monotonous routine.

I have no prior experience in writings blogs and posting my experience's into words, I do write a daily diary but I guess this would be new experiment I would love to try and explore how the world of Internet respond to it. Don't have no steady plan or format of how I would be posting on this blog of mine but I would be natural and wont be to grammatical. 

On writing my first blog I am simultaneously thinking of how I started this whole journey of mine and somewhere back of my mind I know it flows in my blood due to my mother being from Indonesia, where weekends are dedicated to family or either friends, where people tend to pack up their bag's, throw it in their car's or strap it on to their motorcycles and head out early in the morning to a beach, forest for a camping night and be back before the new week start's and head on forcefully to the routine week until to repeat it again. Don't we all do the same? but with a less of adventure on the weekends. Correct me if I am wrong...

I feel that every week should have your very own 'south-paw', something you don't know of but you need to have a glimpse of experience of it, just to add that missing spice in your spaghetti of life and I guess that will solve many tangles in one's life in one slurp at a time. It works for me. Just being ready or known to what's coming your way keep's you alert and pumped but simultaneously open to learning from the experience of it, even though you don't know what you would learn from it but subconsciously you will. And you know that as you have already experienced it believe it or not!

It's amazing how we learn more from outside rather than going through pages of knowledge and a picture here and there which gives you goal's in life but not the right motivation to go and chase it until and unless you do it none the less to figure out "oh! that was amazing", just like a roller coaster ride, looking at it from far you think of riding it one day then you actually gather the guts to get in the line to ride it being all scared with a million ill thought's until you buckle up and scream your lungs out of fear, joy, excitement, happiness, adrenaline rush and till the end when you get over with the ride coming out of it you think "that was amazing, shall I try again?" and you get outside to see the ride and see the people riding it and you think to yourself "I already achieved that experience and joy" and for that particular moment you are senior in the world of people who are yet to experience it. That's all life is about. One at a time.

Thinking of keeping our roller coaster ride on, see you on the next one!  

Roadster. 

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I Introspected...

Baaam!! Hit my Thermometer up to 47°c and I was straight into the ocean of blankets and like a submarine galloped into rest for a week. Just like you, I too intially believed I was hit with the dodge ball of C-19 but lucky me it was just the weather change flu and believe me I swallowed a big lump of air then.

2020 is the south paw of mother nature to us, I feel personally as it has been relentless this whole year, Life has been delayed for all of us - we aren't actually Living - Living. Are we? Well, sitting on the bed with all that pampering of tomato-corn soups, no rush rush timetable at home and catching up to all my OTT shows, I thought to myself "Isn't this what we all wanted?" 

After cursing our bosses, HR for no rise in pay, dumping instagram stories of boring monday vibes, how the mountains are calling and we must go and other gazillion complains of how monotonous our lives were but suddenly all our prayers are answered but we are still at that same instagram story dumping phase and complaining, even though bruce allmighty has selected all and said yes to everyone of our prayers, Why so?

And then it dawned on me, its our human nature, no matter how achieved we become we will still complain, we reach a mountain peak we say to ourselves I will climb a higher one, we hit a good beach - I will go to a better one, We eat a good meal - nah! The other joint is better and so on and so forth you get the idea. But we are never satisfied. I guess its been coded into our DNA since our school days to keep performing better, they coded it in good manner but just like every coin has a flip side the same happened with us - we constantly seek something better and if not get bored, dissatisfied, demoralised and other mental illness stuff comes in and a complex human brain is put into a sheer havoc!

The solution - Be Satisfied in what you are, who you are and where you are, you will see the magic happen called life! Its much more easier, simpler and at the end beautiful. 🌾

Enjoy the journey, destination is fixed and I guess somewhat the same for all of us! 

For now getting back to binge watching, until next time.

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