Tuesday, May 01, 2007

A Road Less Travelled

My thoughts have been swirling in my head for the last few days. I had so many topics that I felt ought to be put down in my blog. I didn't know whether to write about the fact that I bought 2 books by Indian writers inspite of my utter contempt for them - Above Average by Amitabha Bagchi (very so-so, I bought it only because its jacket promised something about a drummer in the book, and I'm a drummer) and The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri (still to read); I also bought The Art Of War by Sun Tzu; I'm sitting in office writing this while there is a lizard loose in my room, and I detest lizards; people live their entire lives and do everything that they do in order to attract someone so that they don't have to die alone; people create memories because that's the only thing that stays with you in whatever mood you are in, you just need to recreate the memory.

Instead, I shall allude to someone and something that has constantly been with me and kept me company, night and day, asleep and awake. Our paths intersected once, it needn't have, it could have very easily not crossed, but the effort was made. Our paths stayed together for quite some time. I strayed occasionally, went to check out other interesting spots by the side, other interesting detours, but I always came back, I made sure our roads always intersected again, and she was always waiting for me to come back, always welcoming me back. But she was growing weary of it. And then, I took one route that never came back, that took me further and further away from her road. By the time I had realised it, there was a forest growing denser and an expanse growing vaster between the 2 roads. And there was somebody else walking beside her. There was somebody else walking beside me too, but it was a short ride. I tried to cut my way through the forest, reduce the vastness of the expanse, but she wouldn't let me. I tried to ensure that my road meandered toward hers, so that the two roads would intersect again, but she meandered her road away. I will give up the day it is decided that that man walking next to her will walk with her for the rest of their lives. I fervently hope that that man is me. I feverishly pray that our paths intersect again, because if they do, I will do everything in my power to keep them together. I will never let them part ever again.

My road is beautiful. Her road is beautiful. But both our roads are less travelled, by one person.

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