I Wander

I always knew my country had great travelling potential. But never, in my wildest dreams (or through those many years of dedicatedly declaring my allegiance to its "rich and varied heritage") did I realize that it was a bl#$dy treasure trove for travellers. I mean, talking about heritage is one thing, but witnessing (however small) a sample of it is a whole different experience, and one that is completely out of the world.

I'm unemployed (by choice - its called being on sabbatical), I have absolutely no savings and all I really wanna do is travel. I'd hitchhike, except that that isn't the smartest thing for a person in my country to do.

So, I bet you're being forced to conclude that I'm crazy or something. Well, I am. A little. You'd argue that eccentricity isn't quite the same thing as insanity. I'd say po-tay-to/po-tah-to. It's all the same to me 'coz I seriously enjoy bouts of insanity.

See, I firmly believe that the only time we are truly free is when we give in to the madness within - dance in the rain, sing on the street, smile at a complete stranger - just for the fun of it. Just so we smile (and maybe, bring a smile to someone else). I don't mean, let's-go-psycho-on-the-world kind of madness. Just the kind that lets you be a kid once in a while.

You see, sanity (and adulthood) can be quite cumbersome. More so because they're expected of us. I, for one, have never liked rules. They're too limiting. How is one supposed to wander when all we're busy doing as a species, is drawing lines to divide. Good from bad. Dos from don'ts. Us from them.

I say, break free, every once in a while. Wander. Take a trip. Let your mind wander. Jump right out of the box and see, really see, life. Yours as also that of those around you. Step aside. Leave the rat race. And watch as life passes you by. Then jump right back in and see how great it feels. This power to let go. To jump the straitjacketed rules of the world. And just be.