What the FUKCHUAMNS?

WHAT THE FUKC?...HUMANS

This is during the most beautiful trek of my life, Tarsar-Marsar. We hiked up to around 14,000 ft in Kashmir to see one of the most beautiful landscapes, Tarsar-Marsar, (tar=life, mar=death).

Around 11,000 ft while i was walking on the rocky landscape with sheep grazing and overwhelming mountains in my POV i collected something that doesn't feel like it belonged there. By the time i reached the base camp all my pockets were filled with plastic wrappers, bottles, packets, bags basically TRASH! HIGH UP IN THE MOUNTAINS, AT 11,000 FUCKING ft. C’mon guys! It's high time we realise and act like a specie rather than stupid individuals. Collecting trash throughout the trek has been my side hustle besides paining calves and loss of breath, i have weird kinda satisfaction about it right now though.

It doesn't matter who threw it there, if you care about something. Act on it…..NOW! The right time to start collecting trash was yesterday. You need to clean it up for the air you want to breathe tomorrow. It isn't the time for alien invasion or apocalypse yet that you need to leave some trace for someone to save the life. If you don't start picking then it might be the case. I ain't talking to the ones who trashed the landscape here, i don't wish to talk to heads like that, cause there is no point. I am trying to talk to the rest, the ones who are the have the potential.

Trashing a place is a mistake. But if you see a wrapper in front of you while walking, and you still don't pick it up, that's a sinful act.

Descent was quite tough, when your toes start hitting the walls of the shoe and the pain runs into your head. But they hurt more when I had to bend every one in a while to pick up the wrappers. My count was around bending 16 times in 3 minutes. That's a lot of trash.

It’s time. It was yesterday itself.

Go Green

Go Clean or

Go Home

~Chancy