Literally translated as the “King’s Lake”, Konigssee is the cleanest lake in entire Germany, and its easy to see why. Only electric powered passenger boats, rowing boats and pedal boats are allowed in the lake. Either that or you could hike your way forward. One of the best things about this place is the silence. It’s rare for such a huge tourist attraction to be so peaceful and silent. The view of the lake, the mountains, and the stillness of the water automatically makes you just sit back and stare…. at everything. One way or the other they’ll make sure you are a well behaved crowd. They are Germans after all! Sticklers for rules. The guide on the boat speaks only German and blatantly refuses a kind request to explain at least a few of his points in English. You ask for a few words of English and he looks at you like you demanded his kidney! A yellow line on the dock that says ‘Do not cross’ strictly means DO NOT CROSS. A concept that we Indians simply can’t wrap our head around. So if you decide to take just one tiny step forward to peep under the bridge and look at those cute ducklings – bad idea. Angry Germans are worse than rude Germans. You’ll get the filthiest look that they reserve specially for dark skinned people. They are not big on welcoming foreigners. That’s something they can’t wrap their head around.
There are two stops along the lake – St Bartholoma and Salet. To reach Salet, over the 8km stretch of the lake it takes about one and quarter hours. A 10 to 15 minute walk from Salet and you reach a smaller lake, the Obersee. If it’s possible to describe a hike as ‘cute’ that’s probably the word I’d use! Everything from the path, to the little restaurant mid-way, to the ducks that keep giving you company along the way, the fresh mountain water streams that you have to keep crossing over (straight out of an Enid Blyton novel!) is just picture perfect and adorable!
At the end of your little walk you reach a much smaller lake, almost hidden in the valley, with water so still that it seems to reflect everything around it. It doesn’t look real. Almost feels like its a set up where someone has planted perfectly symmetrical trees and painted a reflection that is too still to feel real. I don’t think our chaotic minds are used to such stillness. It didn’t come as a surprise that the instinctive reaction of most people over there was to throw a rock or pebble into the still waters just to see the ripples.
A few days of exploring got me convinced that I need to go back here not once but as many times as possible in a lifetime. How great would it be to just pack up and leave one fine day and just keep going, keep exploring and getting inspired? Some day! Until then, dream, dream, dream and make it happen!
They might not understand, but it’s not your job to make them. It’s your job to have faith and go on climbing. They might say many-a-things, but those are mere reflections of the defeated lost soul riding in them. Take a chance, make a change and breakaway. Keep at it, because the results are a special kind of gift that come from embracing all the chaos. When you see your dream flourish, when you feel that bolt of warmth – fierce with joy and pride and gratitude, you know you are on the right track.
Believe in miracles. Even when you stop believing in them. Because they’ll happen in a way you never saw coming, they usually do. Because you’ll find a way to make them happen yourself. Because you’ll shape it, mould it, give it meaning. Because you are young, full of love, full of life.
Because you come to life even in a picture.
The feeling of peace. The epitome of being content. That wonderful semblance of perfection. When nothing, absolutely nothing can go wrong. Everything feels right. The moment when time stands still to the last micro second. The feeling of being lost in a world unknown to anyone but yourself.
Sleep = Bliss. That’s what it is.
Let’s see.. apart from sleeping an obnoxious 10 hours per day, what else have I got to share?
Its summer at its peak. The sight of anything denim makes me want to push it back into the darkest corners of my wardrobe. The sight of all my pretty little dresses makes me wish I was living in a city where I could wear them anywhere and everywhere and not just to ‘specific places’. Easy, breezy, bright kurtis is what am living in. That and pajamas. Ok only pajamas to be honest.
p.s Yes am back for good! 😉
But I have to say, I am pretty excited about this new phase! (exams included!). After this one year I have a feeling I am going to take up blogging full time. I know one year is a loooong time to be making such statements but gut feeling says so! The mishmash of goals and aims that I’ve had in life, seem to be gaining some direction and clarity, slowly and steadily. So definitely looking forward to this year and the coming years!!!
I’ll be off the blog for a couple of weeks now, until I settle into the new place and new routine.But you can still catch me on facebook, twitter and instagram (@thegirlatfirstavenue) for your daily dose of TheGirlAtFirstAvenue.
I’ll keep updating this space as and when time permits!
Anyway… I finally ended up going for a haircut and I totally loved it (unlike last time). I was too excited about my hair to bother about ‘dressing up’. So I just threw on something casual and comfortable and headed out. Once we were out, we were too hungry to bother about photos and to cut a long story short, by the time we finished gorging on food.. it was already dark. But we went ahead and clicked a couple of pics
just to have something to show you guys ‘coz that’s what a good style blogger does!
p.s – Expect a couple of scheduled posts!
And if you are very, very lucky, there are a few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last ‒ and yet will remain with you for life”
These words come closest to describing me and my entire life. I’ve always been in love with words, but these just took it to a whole other level.
Onto the outfit now! I din’t expect my pink jeans to make their second appearance so soon!
I love being busy. Being idle is not for me! An idle brain is a devil’s workshop but MY brain is like a workshop of a devil warlord on a high. You.Don’t.Wanna.Know.
My brain has this involuntary tendency to drag itself back to the past, to go over things again and again, to analyze people/situations/reactions a
little lot more than necessary. So, for me to remain positive and optimistic, keeping myself busy is the best and safest bet. The past one year has been relatively slow and monotonous. Many a times, it has left me extremely frustrated that I was unable to be as busy as I wanted to be. And just when I thought I’d had enough, everything’s changing. Everything’s happening all at once. There are a million things to be done staring at me from different directions, while I am spinning on the spot wondering which path to take first. Irony if life! Sometimes it is simply all or none.
Time to build new bridges and cross them and never look back! Time to build new ladders and climb up and never look down!
After an hour of bursting crackers, I went up to the terrace with my camera and simply started clicking pictures of the fireworks, lost in the moment. It felt so liberating. It took me 12years to feel that way but it was worth every bit of the effort. I’ll try my best to make this last but even if it doesn’t (in case Mr.Murphy has some plans of his own) it’ll still be worth it – worth because of that one overwhelming moment.
Now replay that exact scenario backwards. That’s exactly what happened with me.
You know that feeling of a perfectly lovely dream turning into a nightmarish situation? I do. You know that feeling of being trapped in a nightmare for so long and one day you are out of it and everything is a dream again? I do now.
I still feel trapped. But in a dream. And I like it.
I feel great-full.
I feel happy and content.
I am glad of the struggle and even more glad that it was worth every bit.
Life isn’t fair to any of us.
But sometimes it surprises you in the most unexpected ways. And the best part is I know its not going to go away, this happiness. The best part is I know even if I wanted to push it away, it won’t budge.
They say change is the only permanent thing. I can see that changes are going to happen but only the good ones. There is no way that this is going to spiral down. Being so sure about it – that is the best part.
This is permanent. I know it. I am willing to bet my life on it.