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Saturday 17 May, 2008
 09:57 | 28/Dec/2007 |  9 Comment(s)
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10 days

Last 10 days…..

I was invisible since last 10 days, doing what I love most: Travel. Was on roaming in TN. Got a chance to attend a conference and it was a trip planned and executed all at a sudden. First two days were irritating, as it was raining in Chennai, Chennai is the city I never liked and certainly would not have gone there had my consent been taken. Hated it since the first time I visited there. Like love at first sight, it was hatred at first sight, which still persists. Everything else was wonderful.

Pondicherry is a beautiful place, well maintained, buildings decently painted, and sea beach so neat and clean. It floored me at first sight. Alas..no job opportunities there for me! On my way back to home in a 36 hours journey from Madurai to Gwalior, I kept thinking about people who came across. Like a family from Hyderabad with whom I never felt like a stranger not even once, right from the beginning. Like that priest who warned us “Rameswaram is not a place for picnic”. When he noticed that I am not paying enough attention to him, it was his indirect scolding. I thought its better to pretend a little bit sincere (call me Hippocrate, you have read my “sincere/insincere blog” but he was ready to kick me out of the Island next moment).Like that angry old man from Bihar; he was angry with his daughter and son-in-law for not letting him come alone and his anger rose to superlative degree when he talked to me (why I was alone there!). The hotel manager at Kanyakumari who gave scores of excuses for a room. Our bus driver , he was kind enough to tell me that people refrain from giving rooms to single ladies as in past several suicidal incidents have taken place (I wonder why I would go to Kanyakumari with all my bag and baggage to commit suicide and what is so feminine about that place that girls only commit suicide there!). Two elderly ladies offered me to share the room with them, seeing me in trouble.

Travel gives me an opportunity to think, to think freely about lots of things and people. Important, unimportant, several things come to mind something that really does matters and sometimes things that are complete nonsense but I cant stop thinking. Felt much relieved after a long awaited break. Now I am not a traditionally religious person (people around me term me as an atheist, though my definition of a theist is quite contrary to the general belief, but I don’t feel the need to correct them) so there’s nothing like I am feeling at ease because I visited a pilgrim. But yes do feeling like I have shed tons of burden, may be I was not giving enough time to myself, may be I needed a break, may be I needed to go somewhere! This break was same as a T.V. advertisement: regular series will resume now…..

 

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