It all started when my oldest friend got a DSLR. Discussing
photography with him and giving him tips on how to shoot got me thinking about
my own dormant DSLR. It has been quite some time since it had gotten a good
work out. It was time to start clicking again. With this in mind, I searched
for active photowalk groups in Bangalore. I was already part of Bangalore
Photowalk but it hadn’t been pretty active in the near past. My search made me
come across another group Photowalk Bangalore and without hesitation; I joined
their whatsapp group using the invite link. The group had pretty strict
guidelines regarding what could be posted there. I was content with being a
passive participant for now. Then one day, a group member posted about a 4 day
trip to Meghalaya organized by Photographers of India. Poor guy got blasted by
the group admin for posting links to events outside the photowalk Bangalore
group. But that message sparked something in me. Meghalaya – The abode of the clouds, the only
thing I knew about that state is that it has the record for the highest
rainfall ever recorded (courtesy: Standard VIII Geography text book). But
somehow the name itself brought to mind a cool green paradise.
Next step was getting the necessary home office approvals.
Getting the leaves would be comparatively easy but I felt that getting my
better half to allow me a 5 day break from father and husband duties would take
some doing. That wasn’t the case to be.
One evening, during some idle chit chat, I mentioned to her about this trip.
The response was “You go ahead, if you want to go”. Although I couldn’t believe
my ears at first, I took that was the green light and set about planning the
logistics. The flights to and from Guwahati were the first on the list. Then
the necessary formalities to be completed as instructed by the trip organizers,
finally came the requisite shopping to be done for the essentials. It was time
to dust off my trusty pair of Merrel shoes and get my photographers vest
cleaned up.
Meanwhile Photographers of India (Instagram:
@photographers.of.india) kept me updated via mails and the whatsapp group on
what to expect from the trip. The description of the trip sent across excited
me and at the same time scared my shoes off – Climb down 3600 steps? Really?
Somehow I pushed it to the back of my mind and just focused on getting myself
to Guwahati. This would be my first solo trip since my two week North Indian
sojourn before my marriage.
My flight from Bangalore was at 5:55 AM on 13th
April. There came the first choice to be made. What time should I get to the
airport? Should I stay at home, get up at 2:00 AM, get ready and proceed to the
airport by 3:00 AM? Would I be able to get cabs at that time in the night?
Would I get enough sleep? Would I wake up on time? Another option was to leave
home by 10:30, Reach the airport by around midnight, catch around 4 hours of
sleep there, wake up, get freshened up and proceed with the boarding
formalities. The more I thought about it, more sense the latter option made to
me. I didn’t want to think too much so finally decided to go with Option 2. 13th
night came; I was all packed and prepped up, saying my good byes. An Ola cab
was waiting to take me to the airport. Being night time, it hardly took me 45
min to reach the sprawling Kempegowda International Airport, Bangalore. All
that was left was to find a comfortable place to park myself and shut my eyes
for a few hours before I could awake into the first day of a much awaited
journey.
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