Destinations do not fascinate me. Journeys do. Traveling is anytime better than 'arriving'.
These thoughts in mind and headphones in my ear are often my companion on my way to work. Most of the time I wish I could just travel and reach nowhere. Alas that is just a wish. Being aware that arriving is important (and inevitable in most cases) I try to make most of each minute I walk towards my destination. It's easy for me as I reach another destination on my route to the physical one.
The transformation to the other world is absolute. No wonder I can never remember directions and routes. I am never there. (This calls for another blog entry, which I think should discourage people from asking me to be aware of directions)
It takes almost 25 minutes and Rs 50 to reach my office by an auto-rickshaw. Traveling by bus is lot cheaper and better as it takes more time but the scorching heat forces me to shell out extra bucks and compromise on extra time. Getting into a rickshaw and putting on earphones and a scarf is almost mechanical now. Earphones connect me to music that takes me into the world of my own and the scarf protects me from killer pollution and some stares that intervene my thought process.
I think music is a very significant part of what I call a good journey. Good numbers - English or Hindi - always lift my spirits no matter how distressed I have been. While a 'dil dance maare' amuses me, 'It must have been love' brings back some past memories. There are songs which help taking a leap into some future event.
A wedding song invariably puts me to imagining what it'd be like when my elder sis would be dressed as a bride. What follows comes to an end only when I am forced to come back as I reach the office gate.
Some days are lucky when radio channels play songs other than the ones that are 'hit' these days. Those bring back memories of some wonderful days that are always worth recalling. For instance, 'Jaadu hai nasha hai' from the movie Jism takes me back to 2002 when I used to admire a cute guy in tuition classes. The thought brings a smile even when everything around looks quite grim.
Incidentally, my notion of having two left feet was disillusioned recently at a party where I was complimented for being a good dancer. Before that I used to dream of some flexi moves and grooves during such journeys. I continue to do so except I feel dancing is no longer just my dream world's prerogative. It is no longer in the list of things I do just for me.
So, a 'Hips don't lie' now brings in the party animal in me which I thougt never existed.
I am not sure if this post really makes sense or conveys what I want to say. "Waiting on the world to change" by John Mayer playing on radio right now.....