There are times when you discover something new, know something new about yourself, find a new hobby or simply did something that you liked doing and before you even realize it, it becomes a turning point in your life. Hobby becomes a passion and pretty soon your whole life starts to revolve it. I have known people whose even careers were based on their hobbies. While I agree that sometimes chasing a hobby as a career might prove to be a hit on the monetary side but sometimes, that satisfaction, that happiness that you get out of it far exceeds the monetary satisfaction. Years ago, one such moment of my life was when I along with a friend of mine accidentally landed in Dhanaulti on a motorcycle. My father served in Indian Army and I spent most of my life moving from one city to another, changing schools and friends, as my father kept getting transferred. I travelled around a lot as a kid and I believe this is why I grew a fondness towards being to new places. However it was not until after college and after I started working that this fondness took shape as a hobby and then ultimately moulded itself into a passion. That year when I first visited Dhanaulti, I had just been back from a trip to Dharamshala and Mcleodganj when a close friend of mine, Lavish, suggested a visit to Gangotri on his 180 CC Pulsar motorcycle. Now the trip to Mcleodganj and all my trips before that were way different than what Lavish was suggesting. Those were trips in SUVs, with big groups including ladies, sometimes with families and sometimes with friends where everything was meticulously planned. What Lavish had in mind on the other hand was a 1000 kms motorcycle ride in the months of monsoon, something that neither of us had done before. I must admit that we were very apprehensive about doing it but ended up doing it none the less. I will not get into details of that trip here (if you are interested in reading about it then follow this link ) but we could not reach Gangotri, ended up riding in rain for almost 8 hrs and landed in a small village called Dhanaulti in Uttarakhand, about 25 kms from Missouri. Though that trip was painfully inconvenient, I still could not deny the fact that both of us thoroughly enjoyed. That particular 3 day ride changed something within us. It changed how we looked at travelling, how we had enjoyed it and that was the time when my hobby turned into a passion. Pretty soon, we were riding our motorcycles all over North India and started to even prefer motorcycles trips over cars. I do not exactly remember how or when but then the hassles of life caught up and the frequency of our trips started to drop, up to a point where I did not get out of Delhi for more than 2 years. I missed it, craved for it, longed for it but the 9 to 5 schedule at work and then personal affairs at home kept me tied so much that I just could not either find time and when I did, I was so tired that all I wanted to do was to lie down on the bed and have a few days of relaxing. That longing for being on the road however never did fully die. Then came the time when I was going to buy my first car. It was not exactly my first because I did have a car at home but it was going to be the first that I was buying out my own pocket and not my father's. The passion to travel around kicked in here as well and I bought a Mahindra Thar, a 4X4 jeep that everyone says is not exactly a city drive. My family too was against me buying it but I did still and things once again started to change. I knew I had to change my lifestyle and get back to what I enjoyed doing the most. It was a time for a change, to take another trip after months. It was time to reignite the passion and what better place to go to other than the one that gave birth to the passion in first place. Yes, Dhanaulti.