Thursday, 10 August 2017

Barking dogs are better than the dead

4 PM

I exit out of my house with a foil containing leftover chicken bones for the street dogs. I whistle in my special way to which they respond – it is call for them, and they come running. No dog is insight, there is a different kind of atmosphere, no one is around. I wondered - where are all dogs I saw a puppy 5-6 months old, underneath the car in front of my house, expecting him to come out for the delicacy. I whistled again, no movement, I bend down to see under the car to check the puppy.

The penetrating stoned eyes of the dog made no movement, for a moment I lost my breath, I was fearful and then I became Fear. There was no movement, the growing up puppy died under the shed of my car. There was no mourning, there were no frantic calls to the friends and relatives, there is no arrangement required for the corpse, no one is there to give last bath to the died also no one  to take the body cremation ground. Nobody even noticed what took place, someone innocent died. The mother of the dog left a chapatti for his son, if her son feels hungry, but no one to jump and fight.  Even the co -brother of the dog is missing.

Who is responsible for this death?

The first thought came to me - Is it me?  If I would have given the food to the puppy -could he be alive. Did he died of some sickness or swallowed poisonous substance lying on the street. Nothing seems to be clear but here is still, motionless, dead body. The Mother of puppy is not coming anywhere near. I want to be with her – at the time, when no one stood by her side.

All of sudden I shrank and I became small. I was sad as the death of this type not acceptable. I was not crying outside but inside I was mourning the loss of a life which was playing on the street few hours ago.

 What Lord wants to teach me? or this is a reminder that I am also progressing on the path where there will be death of sudhir.

I called Municipal Corporation about this death and they said they will arrange pick up.

Today morning I heard dogs barking, suddenly these barking dogs are not irritating me. 

Barking dogs are better than the dead.

I have no time, I can die at any moment. what I am waiting for ? I could not sleep well. Asking myself when will I travel ? which is my primary hunger. Another journey to travel begins...

Friday, 3 February 2017

20th Jan 2017 I Felt Free



20th Jan 2017
I Felt Free..
Looking from the windows of the car in the winter cold morning, heading  towards T3 Indira Gandhi International Airport, Delhi. The Yezidis Circle (a little tribal boy weeping and make desperate attempts with all his might to break out of a circle drawn around him by other boys on sand) seems impossible to break, all it needed was to erase just a part of it, and the boy was free.  How could I erase a part of circle? The last words of my dying maternal uncle acted as an eraser - “You are young, do now whatever you want to do. My son, there is no energy left when you are old”. Was it Steve Jobs saying “Remembering that you are going to die is the best way to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart” ?

It seems that something is taking place in my life, I felt the fresh breath in the chilly wind and the fear of the unknown seemed to have little effect on my being. I landed in Yangon, Myanmar, here someone is waiting for me,  from the distance I saw my friend looking at the long line of Immigrants. I have been given the access through diplomatic counter and was driven outside on a wheel chair. I called out my friend, seeing me on wheel chair he started laughing saying “you are naughty lah,” Of course the baggage was missed in connecting flight, but nothing seems to cause anxiety here. In my emotional state I felt triumph of excitement over the anxiety – it was first fruit of my longing. And my heart filled with everlasting joy in that moment – do I call it bliss?
A view of Yangon, Kandawgyi Lake from the 7the floor
 Soon the rubber hit the road and glimpses of a place which was not the part of my present life memory - everything so vibrant, bright, vivid - my eyes continued to take impressions. Having reached the Doctor’s palatial house on 7th floor where all the glass windows and mirrors provides
a sneak look to Shwedagon Pagoda and Kandawgyi Lake. To my disbelief, this seemed to be the perfect landing, not even in my  imagination. And the most awesome guest room I ever had – queens size bed, LED in front, a fridge loaded with Myanmar beer with attached balcony. Giving a large view of city, Yangon Zoo and three famous golden pagodas in front. Suddenly my heart beat goes faster and faster, it’s more and more audible, so loud that I have never heard this ever before. Is it joy or fear, everything is so mixed up, what did I do to deserve this! which keeps me wondering .

Suddenly a knock on my door, someone asks  me to move towards the drawing room. My friend with quite eyes wants to say something …

Thursday, 2 February 2017

The First Step of the Thousand Steps


The above line seems to represent the relation of myself with travel.   Oh, for more than past ten years of my life – every new year’s resolution, my deeper wish, want, hunger, desire , cause of  dissatisfaction, irritation was  being Unable to Travel the Planet Earth. To see planet earth with my own eyes -our World. And still this is the only unchanging longing of mine which teases me every day. 

How I fed this longing was to read the travel books from various travel authors like Jim Rogers ‘Investment Biker ‘ , ‘Adventure Capitalist’, or Tenzing’s Ask Any Old Bloke for Directions: A Biker's Whimsical Journey Across India and many more. Somehow my eyes used to find the movies like the journey of Christopher McCandless  in ‘Into the wild’, Cheryl Strayed 1100 miles journey of  PCT trail in  ‘Wild’, or Ernesto Guevara travel  in ‘Motorcycle Diaries’, or of aspiring artist and street vendor Juli in ‘Im Juli’. What my ears long for was voices of the other states, countries  –that can be music from the tribes in Africa or Andaman’s, Buddhist Chant’s in monasteries ‘om mani padme hum’, or music of sand dunes in Deserts of Rajasthan.

What numbs me is the Horizon - where the Sun meets the earth, it can be on Adyar beach where I sat in the morning at 4AM just by myself -when the sky was black and moonlight shines on dancing  waves and taking mental note of the changing sky in hundred ways or standing on the mountain cliff at Vashno Devi Shrine in the state of Jammu and Kashmir when the Orange Ball of Sun seems so large immerse itself in the mountains,  or sleeping on the hand woven cots laying in open on the top of  sand dunes cliff in the Sam desert of Jaisalmer, Rajasthan where the stars of  all colors like large gems spread  across the sky. In reality I will not be able to write a fraction of  what I saw ,felt  or experienced as I don’t have any clue  how to write about them; the words don’t seems to justify the reality of seeing – something that can only be experienced.

Days, weeks, months, years passed by and I dreamed of starting my journey. Always something seems to fall apart, but something changed on 31st Dec 2016 night – myself alone sat on the balcony on second floor, watching the people dancing of their roof top with load music. I asked myself – when will my journey begin?
 

 it begins.... And comeback for what took place on 20th Jan17

 Thanks for reading my story