Saturday, February 9, 2013

A Note from the Road

As the wheels roll down the road at 80 mph, eyes stare aimlessly into the distance. These early hours of morning when the sun is still snoozing and the thick curtain of fog still hangs in the air, my mind is wide awake. There is a dull moonlight in the sky, and something inside me is telling me this roll along the Florida highway I-75S and is the journey of a lifetime.

After a long time, I am not sitting in the front seat, behind the steering wheel focused on the road ahead, but instead in the back seat where I can let my mind wander. I am  relishing this rather mundane backdrop, an old man two seats ahead is snoring loudly, a two year old boy one seats across has been crying intermittently, several college students are curled up on the vacant seats with their hoodies over their face, and amongst all this is the soft rumble of the AC air vents and wheels on the road. Through the crests of this white noise, there is peace and quiet all around, just as I like.

I envision the journey ahead, over 24 hours. It is excruciating for the body and mind, sitting on an airplane, airport benches and taxi for so long. But the sight of the end result, the joy of meeting my loved ones, is what will undeniably keep me going. I feel happy I did not give in to all the logic and reasons to avoid this sojourn. The results promise to be worthy of the effort.

As I look away from my notepad, out of the window, we are passing by some beautiful land. There are extensive cornfields with rolls of dried corn hay stacks on the ground. The trees, each seems to have a personality of its own. Some tall, some short, some blooming and others shriveled up from the fleeting Florida fall weather. Even in the low early morning glow, I can identify the different shades of green, red, brown and yellow in the leaves. The speed of the bus is blurring the  deep grey pavement that guides us ahead. Multi-layer bridges criss-crossing the pavements, are like my thoughts, sometimes parallel and often intertwined.

There are so many makes and models and colors, oddly though, I see a lot of white cars on the road today. As we approach our destination, more cars are joining us on the highway and the sky is turning golden yellow. I assume these people are bound for same destination as me, lucky for them it is a shorter journey. Maybe I am wrong and their destination lies far ahead of mine. I pray they make it to their ends safely. 

A free of spirit just whizzed by on his bike. The strong wind blowing through his long brown hair, swept back with a blue bandana, makes me envious. Blue is my favorite color. Pick-up trucks and trailer vans are pulling along what is the dead weight of the caravan. In the slow lane, there are two big cargo trucks, hauling all this weight and baggage and don't dare race with the light travelers. One of them tries and heads down the road, swerving the trolley and endangering others. It makes me wonder - why does it even travel with so much weight? - wouldn't it be safer to distribute it across two smaller vehicles? I suspect it has something to do with economy of transport.

In the haze, I can't see more than a few hundred yards. Smooth and straight roads here and bumpy uneven ones in India - both have their own personalities and add to the fun. Right now I feel like closing my eyes and dozing off in the comfort of the first leg of this journey. A short nap it is!





Monday, July 18, 2011

Reaching Out

Words are powerful, and every now and then you come across a prose, a song or a book that makes you understand their power even more. Recently a lot has been on my mind, and it has been difficult to find a common theme to bring these myriad thoughts together to form something readable. I begin to write and then I drift away in my thoughts. On many occasions I have found the 'outside world' more engrossing. Not to mention that these days most of my 'thinking' is done while running. I have been shying away from the effort a little too, or maybe its too many diverse themes to my thoughts, but I have stayed away from this web space. And then recently I read Haruki Murakami's book and the words resonated with me in many different ways...

... No matter how much I write, I never reach a conclusion. And no matter how much I rewrite, I never reach the destination ...

Unable to find a worthy subject to dedicate myself to.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

! Decide

FYI for those of you who want to pick up this hobby.
              de·cide/diˈsīd/Verb.Come to a resolution in the mind as a result of consideration.


Now and again I feel the need to come here. True I can maintain a diary for all my random and berserk ideas and save you guys some trouble, but what fun would it be? Plus, it feels good when I get thumbs down for my post - its an indication for me to move on from my 'current' madness.

The theme of my rantings today is decision making. If I could help it, I would just become a robot and let someone govern me. Decisions - every day, every second and each one of them of consequence. Leave the dinner choices for now, and you are still stuck with more questions than you can answer.

Decide what I like and what I don't. Decide if I should go get a job or am I are good in school. Decide whether I value my sleep more than my work. Decide if I value my work. Decide if I like my work. Decide if my not-so-fat paycheck is plenty. Decide if I am okay with others making more moolah then me. Decide if I care about money. Decide if I am okay with being just another one in the crowd sweating it out for money. Decide if I should set new goals for myself. Decide if I will care about these goals one year down the line. Decide if quitting my status quo would be too much trouble and I should just stick around. Decide if I care about the 'loser' tag my friends will attach to me if I do leave. Decide if I have it in me to change the 'loser' into a 'winner'. Decide if I care enough to stick to my goals and the change I just made. Decide if my gut feeling is the way to go. Decide why no one else sees eye to eye with me. Decide if everything I do is 'worth it'. Decide if it anything is 'worth it'. Decide if anyone is 'worth it'. And finally decide how often I want to make these decisions. Because even though I indulge in 'overthinking', if there exists such a thing, even after a lot of consideration, my pea sized brain is often unable to reach conclusions. Tired and worn out, it just goes off to sleep waiting for a new day to begin. And on those days of rare clarity, I decide that the only thing that matters is being in action. Comprehending and acting of everything else is more than my abilities.


On a related note, you might find this talk by Noreena Hertz interesting.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

My running diary

A collection of my daily running experiences with Team Asha UFlorida at http://runningwithasha.blogspot.com/ . My goal is to run the a 15k in March. I will update the page every training day (with my progress). On the rest days, I will try and upload some interesting stuff about running.

Check it out!

Friday, November 26, 2010

A Thanksgiving Miracle


He didn't have a reminder on, neither had he marked his calendar. It was etched in his memory and would remain so for a long time to come. It was this day last year.

Like all others in his business, he had a routine which he followed religiously. Every day of his busy life and wealthy existence was almost the same. There was never a good time to slow down or think back. Even today, he was drowned in his work and music, just like the day before. But life decided to play a different tune that day, a melodious song that brought his fast paced hectic world to a screeching halt. Something, someone really beautiful entered his life.  He no longer knew what was playing on his mp3 player. All his attention was drawn to this beautiful girl as she entered the room. She had managed to make the music, and everything else sound dull. Her pink complexion, her tender skin glowed in the light of the mercury lamps. To him, she was the epitome of beauty, so fragile and delicate he knew he wanted to care of her for the rest of her life. Till the end of time.

In the past he had been claimed almost overconfident. Today, for the first time in his life, he felt he needed help! He didn't know what to do. He had never been so sure of his goal and yet so unsure of the means. He had always found a way. In his heart he badly wanted to hold her in his arms. As she turned her head slightly, his heart skipped a beat.He wanted someone to tell him, he deserved this angel. God had sent His finest in his care. He would love her and keep her safe from this world, preserve her and cherish her. Really afraid of reaching out to her, of hurting her, he looked around for help.

His eagerness could be seen in his eyes. Lucky for him the nurse looked at him, and slowly walked across the room towards him. As he held his daughter for the first time, a tear of joy rolled down his cheek. Daddy's little angel had brought a smile on his face that day, and she continues to do it till today. And he still thanks God everyday.


PS: I am really thankful for a loving and understanding family, fun and caring friends and everything else  that makes my life wonderful. Happy thanksgiving everyone! =)