The Game of Numbers

For a mathematician, a number can be whole, an integer, rational, irrational, real, or imaginary. I may have missed a few others. For the rest of us, living in the physical world, numbers can only be good or bad. We’re always in search of the right number. It’s pretty simple. Say for example, you’ve got a million in the bank. One could safely assume, irrespective of the type of currency, that’s probably good. But, if your blood work indicates you have a million platelets; a million might not be so good.

A good decision is based on knowledge and not on numbers.

Plato

For a traveler, we come across numbers every day. A trip starts with a number. How much do you have in your bank account before a trip. How much after? How many days of leave will your boss grant you? How many places would you be able to visit? How many people will you meet? And for some reason, if you choose to blog about any of it; how many will choose to follow, comment, and like?

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Meeting Point – HP, India.

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Cutting Chai – HP, India.

Two. That’s the first number that comes to my mind. It’s in the name of our blog. It’s the reason we stand, run, or walk. And, it’s why, we have two hands β€” free to pick, hold, grasp, and touch.

There is no such thing as a little country. The greatness of a people is no more determined by their numbers than the greatness of a man is by his height.

Victor Hugo
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Towering – Iceland.

Six. That’s roughly how tall Basil is in feet. And that’s why, this cave never fails to impress.

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Break Time – Khardungla Pass, India.

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Enjoying the Mountain Breeze – Ladakh, India.

Eighteen. Multiply that by 1000 (ft). That’s how high we’ve been. Sometimes, I wonder if we have any right β€” to be there. The human body doesn’t always do well at such high altitudes. It’s the highest motorable pass, some claim. At that height, when your heart is beating as fast as it is, and each breath can be a task; you don’t think of claims. You’re happy to see what’s around you. Or, what you’ll get to see, even if you’re not.

Coincidentally, that’s also the number of years back I met Basil.

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Goodbye – Rajasthan, India.

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Breaking Dawn – HP, India.

One Fifty Million (km). That’s the average distance between the earth and the sun. Everyday, when the sun rises, it gives us reason to make a new start. And when it sets, it gives us hope; there’s always tomorrow.

48 responses to “The Game of Numbers

  1. Wonderful interpretation for the challenge. Very creative. Great pictures too, especially the Iceland one. You blended the challenge with your writing and photos. Nicely done!

  2. While most of us simply post pictures interpreting the word in our own way, you take the challenge to a next level playing beautifully with your words in great way. I haven’t come across any blogger who does it better….. Great!!

    • Gosh! I’m floored by your comment. I think, the Weekly Photo Challenge has some interesting themes. Gets me thinking and I rarely think of who’s reading. Makes me more confident as a writer and I don’t feel the pressure to tweak my posts for a particular TA. I’m also, finally (hopefully), gearing towards getting back to writing (I might have to take a break from blogging) or might consider freelance again. Your comments give me direction of what works. Thanks so much! It feels great to be appreciated. πŸ™‚

      • I think the whole idea is that these challenges gets you going. In WPC, I usually find something from my stock rather than click something anew! What I like is how you interpret it and present it. It sets your creative juices running. In your case, as you say you don’t think about who’s reading. so the stimulus is internal. Since photography is driving force for me, I find that these challenges put you on a different platform where you can learn and unlearn!
        Most bloggers merely post pictures, whereas the story is equally important -the interpretation! You are really good with words. I often notice that your posts runs into 1200-1800 words, which is a sign of good self motivated writer. If wwriting interests you, pls go ahead. break from blogging? Well consider small posts rather than moving away completely. you can’t be completely selfish!!! Think about your readers too… πŸ˜‰
        I enjoy what you weave in words! Keep writing… and blogging too! πŸ™‚

      • Haha! You make some valid points. πŸ™‚ Will definitely keep them in mind. We’re always happy to get positive feedback. Makes the effort worth it.

  3. Very fun take on the Numbers challenge. I especially enjoyed your thoughts on 18,000 feet … I’m an altitude junkie and that’s the highest I’ve climbed or slept, but I want to go higher!

    • Did you say climb? Wow! I’m amazed. The highest we’ve slept/camped at was 14,000 ft. And it was a terrible experience. I couldn’t sleep the entire night. This (Khardung La)was a pit-stop, a mountain pass, to Nubra Valley on the other side. I wish my zeal matches my fitness. Someday, perhaps. πŸ™‚

      • Ahhh, the Nubra Valley is high on my list! I have been lucky enough to trek to both Nepal and Tibet Everest base camps. Slept at north base camp and (I hate to say it) I slept like a baby! My husband hates sleeping at high elevations, but it doesn’t seem to affect me very much.

      • I wish I was half as lucky. I think you might be like Basil. He can sleep through anything and loves hikes. Everest Base Camp is not on my list. I don’t think I have what it takes. That’s why, I truly am amazed by your remarkable feat! Zanskar is on Basil’s list. That’s if, he manages to convince me. πŸ™‚

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  5. Another post with profound words, Cheryl. Hats off to Basil for the photography too. Travel and numbers. The way you put it all together makes sense. When we travel, there are countless things to keep track off, and things we will forget so in a sense counting and then numbers are important – they help us get organised and be aware of what’s around us.

    Eighteen years with Basil is a long time, and my best wishes to the two of you for many more years to come together, and traveling experiences too πŸ™‚

  6. What a wonderful post Cheryl. Very creative, great photos (as usual) and wonderful accompanying words. You captured the essence of the challenge beautifully.

      • Things have been a little hectic since we’re back. It’s been a busy month. Spent most of it with family and getting back to posting is turning to be quite a nightmare. How have you been doing? Haven’t been able to check any of your recent posts. 😦

      • My world’s been up and down with some personal issues and a few family dramas, but otherwise ok. Still no work for me on the work job front but I’ve sort of stopped looking at the moment. Just trying to deal with day to day stuff. One of these days things might seem normal again, but at the moment I’ve forgotten what that feels like. 😦 My writing has actually been my therapy though it’s generally done late at night when everything else has quietened down.

      • Sounds like you’re going through quite a lot, Miriam. I know exactly how it must feel. Moments like these will pass. I’m sure. As Bono wisely said, “It’s just a moment, this time will pass”. Writing has proven to work wonders for me as well. I’m hoping things work out for you. Hugs! Take care.

      • Thanks Cheryl and you’re right, they will indeed pass, like everything does. Appreciate your kind words. Hugs back. xo

  7. That is a wonderful entry for the challenge and I really enjoyed it πŸ™‚ It’s the perfect answer for a traveller πŸ™‚ Love the Iceland photo, before seeing the legend I new where it was :p

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