A car ride and what it can do to you

Today I dropped off my brother to his workplace and was returning back home. The nightmarish traffic in Bangalore means that every car ride will have an adventure of its own and by no means would be a small affair. Stuck in traffic, listening to the hymn of "Hossana from Vinayethandi Varuvayya by A.R.Rahman", eyes gazing at the sights afar, one hand resting on the gearbox and another on the side pane, I suddenly found another member for my list.

The list - Yes! That is a long story. The story starts with my best friend who introduced me to the concept of bucket list. I still don't know much about her list or how much she had completed it. But for a person who was having difficulty in even forming the list, completing it was totally out of question.There are very few - that which can be counted in my hands- things in my list. The only one which could be mentioned over here must be to have a personal library of my own. Quite an exotic image appears in my mind when I think about MY library - But I guess it will still have to wait. For now I am happy hunting for the books which will finally make it to my library.

But today I could come up with another one. A car ride through a desolate (occasional traffic is fine ;) and bullocks are also permitted) road. 60 Kmph seems a nice pace. I am obviously driving. It would be wonderful to have someone(?) sit besides me. For now I would be listening to "Hossana" but I am pretty sure that would change by that time. No A.C.! Windows rolled down and I like the air warm. Not much work for the gear shaft which means something to drink by my side. The occasional fields, forests, beaches and the ROAD. The setting is pretty exotic but if not why put it in the bucket.

I am confused beyond wits. An "Emotional Atyachar" in a sense. I feel peaceful, taken away into this distant dream. But somehow an invisible voice is ringing in my ears making it turbulent. Last 8 months were wonderful. New! Exciting! But... I wanted it to be something more. Greedy thoughts. I did nothing towards my bucket list. Whatever was left in the pipeline is still there. Not rotting down. But definitely subdued by the lack of pressure in the pipe. It is as if it has a mind of its own and is suddenly asking me : Dude Are you serious about all these things?

My answer: Read my blog :)

Saturday, July 17, 2010 | Labels: | 1 Comments  

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