My office is just a couple of minutes away from my home. But few were the days, when I left home at 10 and reached my desk at 10.05am. I meandered on the broad roads and flyovers. On my moped, nothing special about that two wheeler, I just passed along the town lost in my lone peace. It’s a bliss every time, although my route round the city corners is the same.
I found a crazy and happy me, while travelling that way. There was no destination towards which I was heading ever. I probably never liked destinations. I have a prejudice that destinations bring an end to something that was going on great. Not that I hated my workplace and work, but I found something more in this wanderlust. A 40 minutes drive through the green pathways followed by flyovers that share the glimpse of tall growing buildings and a ray of white cloud left as a mark of a just passed rocket, seems to have engraved itself deep in my eyes. Traffic may not be scenic but I think I was least bothered by the crowd. I was brazen and always made through on my path.
I wondered often that I was doing nothing as I accelerated my moped on a blank road. I wondered about the blankness of life. Are we supposed to actually reach somewhere at the end of this life trip? Do I have to bother about searching an answer to this query or will I reach my ultimate destination anyway just the way i’m going to reach office? Well, I never found the answer but I learnt quite a few things along.
Moments pass as we travel. And we cannot hold onto it nor can we keep its count.
The moment we say this moment, the moment already has passed to become that moment. It’s gone!
We realize after those moments have passed how cheerful or sad time we had depending upon what our senses stumbled upon.
We realize that something in us was always unaffected and happy, casual and hopeful, peaceful and serene, and was just observing our journey and our ego’s reactions.
Something in us is just okay as we pull the brakes to avoid a random crash in the divider ahead.
Lust may be somewhat a negative word.
Wanderlust, to me, definitely, is not! It’s a way of reviving peace and bliss. It’s about finding the lost answers or may be the lost questions.