Enroute

Hmm...it's been a long time since i used the word enroute....that's probably because it's been quite a long time since I travelled to any place .Those cold mornings in December I'd always think "oh well, it's all icy madness anyway now..."and today, from the glare on my pc screen,i realized " we're well into the summmer season!My hands are just itching to dig out my suitcase,dump a cartload of clothes and comics in it,and catch a train(or plane too,i'm not complainin..;) ) to just about anywhere!

It's a common but beautiful thought...It's about the journey,not the destination. If only your Inner Eye sets its sights on something ponderable,it could consume your entire time wthout your realising it ...In fact ,when you're actually at all the exotic spots,you're ready to freeze frame every moment of that glorious exploration ,and sometimes an overdose of enthusiasm with the camera does take away a bit of the charm...but when you're just peeping out through window bars,with a cuppa in ur hands and you come across a picture perfect sight and your 6 megapixel friend isn't with ya, that's when your eye does the capturing ,your mind does the recording, and your soul does the connecting .

One of the things I do when I'm travelling with my parents or friends is try and observe different people's reactions to sights or situations around them,and over the years' i 've collected quite a catalog of reactions.Only when we come to know how many aspects are there to an identity do we relate to it like a 3d image,unerring in depth,unflattering in sight,unsummable in entirety...

My favourite journeys are not the ones through hillstations with tall eucalyptus trees or through smoky tunnels of darkness,my favourite journeys are the ones i've embarked upon with my dad.16 years have taught me that the best travel pal i could ask for is my dad.And yes,I believe my dad can transform every mundane moment of a mile into a magical memory .There was this one time we had to travel right from Kolkata down to Madurai (one helluva long journey... )
;my dad and me scripted out numerous tales ideal for blockbuster movies,and played every game of cards known and understood by 7 year olds ...for hours together !!!

I realize that while rambling on ,i've quite shifted away from the original topic of my blog...but don't you see,that's the sheer beauty of journeying through anything ,you never know where you're going to end up,so my wird of advice to you would be,don't plan your journey down to every last detail .You don't have to skim through every page of Lonely Planet .Just enjoy your adventure as it comes.
The better things in life are left unsaid,or as in this case ,unplanned.