Wind Walker

 
Once I reach a destination, I feel if I should never go on the journey again. But again when I am put on a longer travel, then I feel if I should never reach a destination.

Physicist call it 'Law of Inertia'. To me it's a great analogy to my life.....

.....as if I leave this earthly life, I shall never ever even desire to leave that journey too !!

Journey Vulnerable

Long journeys, when I have to pass my night & days, makes my thought so vulnerable; as if I am mixed in a population-chaos & given a hard job to emerge at the other end, safely the way I was.

Its so tough I believe, when you just visualize Indian masses traveling ways various...

I always recall my mom as every child of any age do when he needs protection, love or care,

because she is more easily accessible in need, even if she is in heaven. 

It looks so untrue, but true practically - as its a matter of need ardent if any and of course practice.

Journey reflections to note in various fragments:

# I'm on a journey. But it seems as if I'm on a time journey, where nothing changes, except the time itself. It flies & goes to beyond, leaving you behind - alone & pondering.

# The vast contrast & contradictions in life journey could only be assimilated when an element of magic is added to the reality. A world of 'magic realism'.

# Ever felt like the destiny of the wheel !!

Periphery on the move; while deep, quiet, cold, stationary part lies in the center - like some far away recesses in my own inner-space.

(#sun april 3rd, 2011)

Forest Flames

I began my journey this morning. 

All the 12 hours in trains 58702 (bogie 918403), 18234 (bogie 028233).

Saw "March" through train window. The forest were laden with flowers on their head. 

"Flame of the Forest" (Butea monosperma), was true to its glory.

Now again 12 hours of night in another train 12181 to pass with my lonesome imagination in dream, 

where more often I find me moving on Facebook Walls with friends & foes (if any) equally, 

accepted or ignored (many a time) as well.

Sometimes I see my impulses pass through nerve axons to meet dendrites; ....an electrical glow and then.....ooooops, ......spark....burst and smoke....

But by mornings I always have found me as I was the night before.

Thanks to our super bug..............we call our God !!

#mon march 21st, 2011

Bond with Bond

Almost 47 years ago in 1963 Martin Luther King Jr. in his famous speech on the steps of Lincoln Memorial, has said------ " I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day......"

Like ways but in unlike respect, I too conceived a dream, just 27 years ago in a train journey of South India in May 1983. It happened so that I had chance to look into a September 1981 issue of Reader's Digest. In it was an article named 'A Bouquet of Love' by Ruskin Bond and I fell in love with his writing ever since, a reading relationship grew gradually by reading his almost all articles since then. And that was that.
And it was again a journey in April 2010 to Mussoorie (India) with my two sons : Siddharth and Siddhant.

The day was 21st April wednesday - a very hectic and rewarding, as the first half of the day was spent in excursion tour of 'Camel's Back', afternoon at 4 we met to our beloved hero of writing - world, the great Ruskin Bond. Experiences were beyond word - as we alone had full 15 minutes to talk, share and communicate to one to whom we revered most. Then we spent sun-set hours at 'Gun Hill' (7029 feet from sea level) with freezing wind. Our post dinner stroll was rewarded by a sudden gust of rain shower and hail stone. By the time we came back to our hotel room.... it was a day with many rewards.... as life gives us opportunities.... as time permits in its boundaries.... as we try to reach out.... and as destiny takes us to unknown frontiers.......