The other day just to locate my another mobile as I was about to sleep and gave a missed call from one of my mobile to another. On the way to office I find a missed call in one of the mobile. Thought oh! seems someone was searching me and tried to call back. My other mobile in the hand bag was ringing. I felt oh god how do I manage this. Then I pulled out that mobile from my bag. I recalled that the previous night I had made a call to myself. So I am now wanting to co-travelle with self. I want to write. I had written a lot as a teenager. A lot of repetitive things were spreading over the pages of my diary then. Then if I was some 15 years or 18 perhaps, now I am 42. I think I will be able to write as many things I want and I will not be stuck as in past while writing. I also need to write as I had wrote long back in my Gujarati poetry that "A bird who is in a golden cage and who have seen a piece of sky want to fly". Today I can say that I am that bird who flew enough to say life is colourful and beautiful. Birds therefore are my co-travellers. I have travelled with myself as I love myself the most. I live in all most all kind of relations at work and otherwise as a co-traveller. Relation to me means all kinds of associations in life, those one time interaction in train or during a field work to those that are there since birth. I have been in Delhi since mid 2003 all most through out. Now the plan of going back to Gujarat is clear in my mind. So may be the journey before coming to Delhi and wanting to go back should be written down in terms of what I felt living here and its connection to self. So, I will be writing to get all most all of my thoughts out. In short I want to reinforce my idea of going back to place where I speak in my mother tongue and I do not live a life of what I am living now. I think at least for a while I will be writing blogs.
No comments:
Post a Comment