A Year of Journey….

Well, it isn’t surprising that people do wake up from their deep euphoric sub-consciousness and write tons of bullshit just after a New Year eve to keep their blogs alive. I am no different! This write-up may very well even not make up to the blog just like many posts – written, but unpublished – lying among the other useless documents in my laptop, or just as the cluttered thoughts in the mind. If it does, you’re a lucky one to read it! Or the unlucky one…

So, what is it about the New Years that makes people ‘think’, recollect and articulate? Well, to me it’s just a milestone, a number that changes dates, depicting the motion of time. Time seems so relative – sometimes so slow, and sometimes so fast. It drains out at 1 second/s – but this second is sometimes as short as a blink of an eye, and sometimes so long as to complete a theatrical flashback in memories. And probably the changing of year is a reason when one waits, churns the mindful of these moments and brings over the most ‘creamy’ ones floating – the moments that just sifted through as we held them tighter, or the ones that engulfed us completely.

As far as I recollect, the year started with a journey that was taking me away from a loved one. And this ‘journey’ is what the year meant – no Origination, no Destination – just an endless journey. I find myself standing at the same juncture as I was a year back, in many ways….

Keeping aside the boring philosophy, this indeed was a year in which I did travel a lot, and to many places. Mumbai being the most memorable time of the year, and in fact, the fastest one too! Of course, it’s Mumbai, it sure as hell be fast! And yet it taught few most important lessons of life – time is invaluable and money isn’t everything. Also, only in Mumbai, did I realize to the core that compromises are a part of life and you better choose the ones that suit you. For many, it takes nearly a lifetime to understand these lessons whereas in Mumbai, it might just take a local train ride on an ordinary rainy day!

Only it was due to Mumbai that I truly comprehended the comforts of a smaller city, Indore (I still can’t believe people referring to it as ‘mini mumbai’!!). I had longer days, shorter journeys, cheaper movie tickets, tastier food, not-so-crowded restaurants and plenty of time to contemplate! Most importantly, family! Something that has been missing for the past 7 years of self-acclaimed exile was family. There’s something about ‘parents’ that we understand at different phases of life. In our childhood, we begin to understand how our parents are, in the teenage we wonder why our parents are the way they are, and finally when we take steering of our life in our own hands, we then understand why they are the way they are.

Coming back to the journey, yes there were a lot more trips too, although short, but they were full of experiences – love, longing, trust, envy, dejection and hope. I got a chance to met most of my family members (extended ones) as well as friends who are close. I was sometimes fortunate enough to share the happiest moments of my loved ones, and unfortunate too, to miss them with many.

Finally, I have returned to where I was, a year back, and am yet to finish this journey. So far it’s been exciting, tiring, exhausting and replenishing. There are some unbroken threads, absolutions and ‘let go’ issues to be dealt with, which are lingering over, burdening the shoulders and slowing my pace.

RESOLUTION FOR THIS YEAR – Clear your head, buckle up and vrooommm !!!!