The more I think of Himalayas, the more I feel the urge to go back to them.. Even as I sleep in my home by the side of a sea in south India, thousands of kilometers away from Himalayas I experience the call of the Himalayas..
The memories of the villages and the people up there that I have seen during my last expedition keep coming into my mind.. I am feeling some kind of irresistible urge to go back to those villages and do some thing towards their medical needs, educational needs and to campaign for the conservation of Himalayas.
I have some questions about the "Formal Education: toil?" that everyone of us underwent... For most of us I guess it was a medium to earn livlihood than equipping ourselves with the wisdom to understand the purpose of our life/existence.
Why should a himlayan village boy in Thudam read A B C D and speak fluent English/main stream language? Why should he learn the calculus... What is the future of this boy?
What good is it going to do them to join the main stream civilization getting in sync with the modern world..
I keep reflecting about these questions in sleep and when awake. Can I make difference to the Himalayas and the people living there.
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