Revisit Destination

This weekend really seemed idyllic with MrD in far away Bhubaneswar attending one of those events where people with cranial cavities enriched with grey matter met, to let other people with similarly filled cranial cavity know how much more they know and of course intercepted with loads of food that is created by fusion of local food and the Punjabi cooks know how learnt when his mother dandled him on her lap. So at the end of the day all food across the country tastes the same.

When Anita from BNLF club decided to whip some frenzy about the place that I would like to revisit… like all Indians who have had formal education my English is challenged and so is my kannada, I have no recourse other than to consult Messrs. Merriam-Webster and then Messrs. Wren and Martins.

One does miss Jeeves at times like this when I could get all feudal and ask for his opinion or instead of “leave it Psmith” I do the normal Ekta Kapoor daughter-in-law and proclaim, “Leave it MrD” well that is not to be either, so I have to answer this..

Place I would like to visit.. What do I answer? At one point in my life I used think I know all the answers, and then I thought maybe a few answers, and now that I have finally reached dotage I am not sure I understand the question… Nobody seems to know anything… okay lets take a grid analysis that might help me answer the question.

To revisit is visit again  it could be a place, an incident.

While place is like an onion with many layers, when to add revisit to a layer we might land up with different flavours, I know I have the look of Stunned Simple Simon, well it is just because Messrs. M-W have let me down rather badly I am placed in such a situation that I do not want to revisit the homepage of M-W for a while.

Sometime back I met up with a friend who told me about a Buddhist writer, who lived of course after the Buddha but BC—I mean before Christ and not Before Coffee who said reading a book for the second time is a new experience altogether, for the second experience comes with the your first experience, like wise no matter where you go, and how you go that is walking or going by train the experience is different beginning with the journey seeming shorter the second time than the first… and you realize that we are measuring distance by time and miles and yards.

Through my life I have been to lot of places, some historic places, some romantic places, some depressives places, then are places full of new developments with double car garages and characterless flats with its underground parking and over head pools, surrounded by pastorally trimmed lawns and dotted laughing children, the town have lost their unique identity.

Then when we revisit a place there is this confusing development in the geographic expanse called “Development” things that changed seem out of place, and the things that have remained the same make us feel out of place!

We’ll make mistakes but one of our biggest mistake is continually to revisit the past, for when we revisit a place we are revisiting our past in that geographic expanse, at is bound to change, for we have we are older, the town is older too.traveller

If you ask me the place I would like to revisit, well there can be no other like the Castle of Blandings, the residence of Lord Emsworth and his prize Pig the Empress Of Blandings.

Like Dejan Stojanovic —

“I visited many places,
Some of them quite
Exotic and far away,
But I always returned to myself.”

written for Indispire edition 175 proposed by Anita

 

wither dost thou wander?

travellerValentine’s perfect destination

When we establish a destination by defining what we want, and then take physical action by making choices that move us towards that destination, the possibility for success becomes limitless and arrival at the destination is inevitable. But travelling a Valentine’s destination well… what would it be..?

A night flight to Venus… not bad, quite romantic, I mean imagine those cumbersome suits and floating in the air is just a phrase but an actual experience. Nothing but your valentine and you and the great expanse. Of course itsy bitsy details like passport and visa may be replaced by other nitty gritty details. What are the alternates?

How about I took a trip on a sailing ship and made my way to Jamaican bay…  maybe by the rivers of Babylon… we did consider Tipperary… but it’s a long way to Tipperary

“Journeys end in lovers meeting,
every wise man’s son doth know.”…  I have this delivered with the authority of William Shakespeare.

February—the month of love..?!! No wonder it is the shortest one in the calendar. Most people are slow to champion love because they fear the transformation it brings into their lives and make no mistake about it; love does take over and transform the schemes and operations of our egos in a very mighty way.

Valentine’s Day!! A whole day devoted solely to love. Does that make any sense? Nah love makes us all crazy they say, well I feel sane, But its fun too, say the same. Well fun is a state of being.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

It is February 6th, and a week for Valentine’s Day every small business worth its salt, every television show starts sprouting “Valentine’s day”   even the week end prompt talks of Valentine’s perfect destination… “What are doing on valentine’s day” is the query, I am clueless, as usual deep in the vice grip of unrequited love.  It is bad enough being alone on New Year’s Eve, now I have to cope with Valentine’s Day too, feeling the social pressure from every retailer in the country who stuck hearts and cupids on their window by January second to rub it in.

Let me book my one ticket to the blue…

“February – the month of love..?!!
No wonder the shortest one in the calendar.”
― Dinesh Kumar Biran

Insta return

A place that seemed much smaller after coming back to visit again.

The Present.

Don Juan says” for me there is only travelling on paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart. There I travel and the only worthwhile challenge is to travel full length. And there I travel looking breathlessly.” Not bad for old Don Juan.

For no journey caries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us it goes an equal distance into the world within. One’s destination is never a place but a new way of seeing things.

People are so focused on catching a flight, and it becomes the end all of existence. It is better to experience the flights of fantasy than restrain it.

There are times when I get lost in my thoughts you see it is an unfamiliar territory.  The mind is never satisfied with the objects immediately before it, but is always breaking away from the present moment, and losing itself in schemes of future felicity… The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure, but from hope to hope.

These mythical journey’s take me through various lands, I traveller with different authors through their various journeys both physical and metaphysical.

The challenge of the ocean, the mysteries of its dept. The bewildering wilderness of the vast sky. The haunting call of the jungle deep. They are so magnificent.

The changing topography of sparse dwellings to small villages, townships to towns, towns to cities, cities to countries,  I travel, vending my ware placing road signs and landmarks as I traverse,

César Pavese is right when he says  travelling is a brutality, it forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things –air, sleep, dreams, the sea and the sky—all these things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.””

Wandering establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and universe. ~ Antole France.

But alas, when the journey is over I am right back where I began from there was I had returned without needing the road signs!

All pathos and irony of leaving one’s youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous movement of travel: one knows that the first joy can never be recovered and the wise traveller learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.