One amazing thing about travelling from Mumbai to Pune at 6 in the morning is that most things can be observed at their simplest.
After the groggy start from my room to catch the train which was slowly forced with sudden but lazed out rush, i reached the platform somewhat out of breath. And slowly as i inhaled more air to normalize the rythm, i seemed to be inhaling more than just air.....some by sight, some by feel and some through dreamy-and-groggy-yet-hope-wish-desire filled mind. I sipped a coffee to get some daily familiarity into the morning rather than the caffeine.
(from here on i am reverting to the present tense with which i wrote in my exercise book, it went along as i saw...i saw - felt - wrote, though many things i felt i could not put down!)
Soon the train comes, I search my boogie, find my seat and am set. Then the train starts or rather the journey starts. Breezy cool wind blows through the windows and i get to see the darkness around which occupies as much space as the streetlights.
I hunt for the inspiration to put these things down on paper...but where to look for? Then suddenly the train enters a tunnel right after Thane. There is some uneasiness as the same window which shows me the horizon, is now hindered by the somewhat dark walls of the tunnel. The reason for shouting in the tunnel, as little kids do, maybe is to assure and calm the unsettled mind in what to say, 'Hold on, the horizon will be back and you will get to see and observe and dream at length!'. The somewhat unfriendly tunnel also seems to play a part by echoing these shouts and diverting our minds from the unease in an amiable gesture......and the horizon comes back out of the window and i resume my hunt....
I stare outside the window bars. I stare into the kind dawn, the part of the day which gives humans that tender time. Dawn filled with dreams, wishes, stolen moments and soothing silence and blissful peace before the juggernaut rolls into the day!
I see the world outside but the parallel tracks attract most of my attention. The sound of the wheels of the train clanging on them reminds me of their presence and they bring more questions.... are tracks like habits in our journey of life, are they like characteristics that we take along on this journey of life (the larger picture)?
Some tracks are far from us, some close, some on which we travel, some changing along the way, some criss crossing and thus we travel. These help us to turn and even though they take us from place to place, they limit us to the breadth of about a meter between the tracks. The train has to reside on them.....
Are tracks emotions? Why do we refer at times someone with a 'one track mind'? One track? But I see two...Or do they refer to a pair?
What are these tracks? These tracks illuminated by the streetlights, shining and strengthening their presence....
This journey, this travel, the fellow travelers, the Pilgrims to Ithaca............
The Self, the Soul, the Know, the Unknown and the mysteries, moments and memories on these parallel tracks?
A traveler to Ithaca..........A pilgrim to Ithaca.............
After the groggy start from my room to catch the train which was slowly forced with sudden but lazed out rush, i reached the platform somewhat out of breath. And slowly as i inhaled more air to normalize the rythm, i seemed to be inhaling more than just air.....some by sight, some by feel and some through dreamy-and-groggy-yet-hope-wish-desire filled mind. I sipped a coffee to get some daily familiarity into the morning rather than the caffeine.
(from here on i am reverting to the present tense with which i wrote in my exercise book, it went along as i saw...i saw - felt - wrote, though many things i felt i could not put down!)
Soon the train comes, I search my boogie, find my seat and am set. Then the train starts or rather the journey starts. Breezy cool wind blows through the windows and i get to see the darkness around which occupies as much space as the streetlights.
I hunt for the inspiration to put these things down on paper...but where to look for? Then suddenly the train enters a tunnel right after Thane. There is some uneasiness as the same window which shows me the horizon, is now hindered by the somewhat dark walls of the tunnel. The reason for shouting in the tunnel, as little kids do, maybe is to assure and calm the unsettled mind in what to say, 'Hold on, the horizon will be back and you will get to see and observe and dream at length!'. The somewhat unfriendly tunnel also seems to play a part by echoing these shouts and diverting our minds from the unease in an amiable gesture......and the horizon comes back out of the window and i resume my hunt....
I stare outside the window bars. I stare into the kind dawn, the part of the day which gives humans that tender time. Dawn filled with dreams, wishes, stolen moments and soothing silence and blissful peace before the juggernaut rolls into the day!
I see the world outside but the parallel tracks attract most of my attention. The sound of the wheels of the train clanging on them reminds me of their presence and they bring more questions.... are tracks like habits in our journey of life, are they like characteristics that we take along on this journey of life (the larger picture)?
Some tracks are far from us, some close, some on which we travel, some changing along the way, some criss crossing and thus we travel. These help us to turn and even though they take us from place to place, they limit us to the breadth of about a meter between the tracks. The train has to reside on them.....
Are tracks emotions? Why do we refer at times someone with a 'one track mind'? One track? But I see two...Or do they refer to a pair?
What are these tracks? These tracks illuminated by the streetlights, shining and strengthening their presence....
This journey, this travel, the fellow travelers, the Pilgrims to Ithaca............
The Self, the Soul, the Know, the Unknown and the mysteries, moments and memories on these parallel tracks?
A traveler to Ithaca..........A pilgrim to Ithaca.............
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