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?
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| 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 .
