Describe is to derive meaning from worded thoughts and Navigate is to find one's way and travel. I equally love\loathe travel. Love because of the sense of adventure and the unknown. Loathe because of instability and the unbelonging of places that I must soon leave.
I'm right now in Mussoorie, was here as a baby in years that are now once upon a time, I was wearing that full body jumpsuit that babies wear. Last time here was in Summer I think, this year. And now here, September end. I had an interesting journey apart from frequent headaches. Transition from point to point, from a plane to a taxi to a train to a share taxi and another taxi and throughout a lot of walking.
I was on the train from Delhi to Dehradoon, my travel mates were a bunch of young people, my age, all working, going for a trip to Haridwar - sounded familiar, I realized how inept I've been traveling north India, it's the south that I am familier with. I must say that the North is a lot more contemporary in terms of what people wear or how they behave, very open statement I know, but I can't quite explain it, its something to do with the conservativeness of South India and the superficial liberty that the North seems to have, on a large general scale of fashionable demeanour.
Girls and guys, traveling on my train making a racket. they spoke very nicely to me (surprised me because of my perception of Delhiwallahs, which is probably a baseless perception, but my previous experiences with Delhiwallahs have been quite rough and uncanny. They were very suave these kids, very self assured, very smart in getting what they want.
I'm right now in Mussoorie, was here as a baby in years that are now once upon a time, I was wearing that full body jumpsuit that babies wear. Last time here was in Summer I think, this year. And now here, September end. I had an interesting journey apart from frequent headaches. Transition from point to point, from a plane to a taxi to a train to a share taxi and another taxi and throughout a lot of walking.
I was on the train from Delhi to Dehradoon, my travel mates were a bunch of young people, my age, all working, going for a trip to Haridwar - sounded familiar, I realized how inept I've been traveling north India, it's the south that I am familier with. I must say that the North is a lot more contemporary in terms of what people wear or how they behave, very open statement I know, but I can't quite explain it, its something to do with the conservativeness of South India and the superficial liberty that the North seems to have, on a large general scale of fashionable demeanour.
Girls and guys, traveling on my train making a racket. they spoke very nicely to me (surprised me because of my perception of Delhiwallahs, which is probably a baseless perception, but my previous experiences with Delhiwallahs have been quite rough and uncanny. They were very suave these kids, very self assured, very smart in getting what they want.
I later struck a conversation with a middle-aged couple, the man farted really loudly, said oops and then apologized to the window. The lady ignoring her husbands oprahtics asked me where I was from and I said, Hyderabad, although strictly speaking I'm not from Hyderabad although I live there. They told me that they once owned a place in Sainikpuri, which surprised me as they'd already told me (when I'd asked them) that they lived in Noida. They spoke about Hyderabad with a sense of nostalgia, like a long lost home. I told them how frequently I dated in that area (sainikpuri), they described the place where they hung out together as a couple. They described a beautiful temple surrounded by forests and further a colony\neighborhood and built into a rocky ground with a stagnant but calm, cool pond at the temple's shores - a place where me and aadishpa sit around sometimes. I found this connection interesting, being on a particular train sitting next to nice people at random and sharing pictures in our minds, experiences of a particular place at different times, but the same sights and the same smells, the trees, the rocky stone, the grass, cows, birds on the pond's edge, colours, paths the different descriptions that fit the same place of a same name of a different time and a similar experience, the journey was short to Dehradoon and by the end of it I didn't even learn their names, simply said our goodbyes and made our ways apart after such a personal conversation of the beauty of the pool, the temple, the trees, the place we'd shared, in a different time in the same place.
