The Road Less Taken

Suddenly in the middle of the day or at the busiest moment at work …a thought often flashes through my head…am I LIVING my life??

Living for different people mean different things,… for us it means learning new things, doing new things and doing all those things that add to the experiences in life…in short…TRAVELLING……going down the road less taken…..

Lately, it was creeping into most of our conversations…the fear of not living life the way we wanted, the fear of becoming a corporate junkie who at any phase of life would have nothing significant to talk about in terms of experiences, memories but just endless cups of coffee drunk to satisfy sum faceless client for sum “urgent” requirement pretending that it was more urgent than even the most important thing for us…our LIFE!!

In a desperate urgency to live our life we decided to go to Talegaon, …. but like a play with a pre-decided story we helplessly watched the plan go the way we didn’t want to.

Little did we know that this would turn out to be one of the most memorable weekends weve ever spent.

On Wednesday, when we saw the plan was falling apart, we decided to go to Murud

The moment the idea was kindled, it spread uncontrollably and manifested into a raging fire consuming us completely. As surely as we felt that Talegaon would fail, with the same surety we knew that Murud would command a prominent place in the memories of our life (no more prominent though than the moments yet to come)

And so we went, unprepared for what truly awaited us……

I couldn’t have asked for anything better…from the beautiful sunrise over the sea to the cool crisp sea breeze. They were omens of a beautiful time still to come, of dreams turning into reality. The drive from Rewas to Murud was amazing…driving along the beautiful sea, the wind in our hair, the sun kissing our faces…..

Murud was exactly what we wanted it to be…beautiful, pristine and ours…all ours

There was laughter, there was silence, there was pleasure, no pain…there was silence of the waves, there was the music of the sand…….there was peace and deep satisfaction of the soul.

I felt so secure, so happy….the feeling of uninhibited joy vibrated through every part of my being making me complete and filling every hole of melancholy

The day passed not like a dream but like reality…the reality I was living every moment of….

We awoke to a beautiful morning…..…basking in its beauty even before we looked outside

We planned the day over a leisurely cup of coffee, not rushing not hurrying…experiencing for once what it felt like to have time at our mercy

We traveled by a sailboat to a beautiful fortress which stood in the middle of the sea, holding within it souls of people who called it home, burying with its broken walls their love, their deceit, their lives, their secrets forever.

We started our journey back home with the same euphoric high that enveloped us all throughout the trip, winding along the beach lined roads alternating between excitable conversations and companionable silence

Waiting for the ferry we ate raw pickled mangoes, watched t gulls dive and fishermen sorting their catch.

The ferry ride was a perfect end to a perfect trip, watching the sun set over a skyline dotted with buildings, the breeze getting cooler and warm caresses

A cup of coffee and apple cake sealed the day and titillated our senses, stimulating us to feel what we felt all over again.

Its such a blessing to have a best friend who is as high on life as you are…who is willing to indulge your dreams and enjoy them with you becoz he has the same ones….who has no inhibitions and is willing to live life on an impulse. Who loves to go, as much as you do…. on the road less taken

dont feel guilty if you dont know what you want to do with your life; most pple who we now find interesting dint know what they wanted to do with their life when they were 20; some of the most interesting 40 yr olds still dont!

dont worry bout the future,worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra problem by chewing gum.
The real troubles in your life, are things that never cross your worried mind; the kind that blind sights you on some idle Tuesday

the more I know, the more I know that I dont know anything

Envy

I am deep in thought, walking on, when suddenly I stop to stare,

At this girl I see standing right there.

I glance her way from the corner of my eye, not wanting her to wonder why,

I have his skepticism in my eye while I stare at her in her joy

Happiness is exuding from every part of her soul, I wonder –what in life has made her so bold?

To hope of dreams and dream of hope ,

to embrace life so warmly when even the thought of it leaves me cold.

I cant believe it; I turn to stare, to look for sorrow that is her share

I probe and probe, hoping for one sign only,

Anything that will assure me she’s lonely.

Not an iota of it I see on her face she makes me feel like such a disgrace,

But still I look and still I find..her aura of love is driving me out of my mind

I give up and just look at the story she wants tell,

Of beautiful love , of the person who got her out of hell.

Her stance tells me of how easy he made it for her to just be,

to expose herself and still be free.

Her arms cherish moments when all she does is hold, and to her form, like the wind he moulds.

Her eyes talk of moment’s when passion burns,

when one captures in love and becomes a slave inturn.

Her lips part slightly and with very breath,

She thanks good for giving them a life till their death.

I blink suddenly and then I smile,

I realize, Ive been staring at myself all this while.