I was fooling around on my phone and thought I'd write something to pass time, with the Color Notes app. This is the result. I gave it a tentative title of "The Ambience Yatra". It's from the point of view of a young man from Chennai who's driving on a road (one of the national highways). To Kathmandu via Bangalore and
Pune I guess (NH7).
I'm sorta happy with the result so far! Though it's pretty rambly.
~
The nostalgia in travel is dwarfed by the memories of places we've wanted to go to, that we've simulated in our heads. When you leave, you're leaving to something familiar - It could even be your home.
But in spite of loads of precautions I still feel apprehensive.
The haze on the road at night is everywhere. It's thicker than the incense from Durga Puja.
I look around at the road. Thousands of people have died over the years, I thought to myself. Armies, from Indian - Tamil, Telegu, Maratha - to Turks and Mughals, to Europeans - French, Dutch, Portuguese, British. And now there's nothing to show for it here. Just a sign saying 'Muthu hotel - Vegetarian meals available' and signs with Tamil writing scrawled over the front.
I think to myself - Is it good that we, as a civilization have put our defeats behind us, or is it a sign that we will be - as the cliché goes - doomed to repeat the mistakes of our past?
I shake my head. I'm too tired to think about it. It's been quite a while since I last slept.
~
Pune I guess (NH7).
I'm sorta happy with the result so far! Though it's pretty rambly.
~
The nostalgia in travel is dwarfed by the memories of places we've wanted to go to, that we've simulated in our heads. When you leave, you're leaving to something familiar - It could even be your home.
But in spite of loads of precautions I still feel apprehensive.
The haze on the road at night is everywhere. It's thicker than the incense from Durga Puja.
I look around at the road. Thousands of people have died over the years, I thought to myself. Armies, from Indian - Tamil, Telegu, Maratha - to Turks and Mughals, to Europeans - French, Dutch, Portuguese, British. And now there's nothing to show for it here. Just a sign saying 'Muthu hotel - Vegetarian meals available' and signs with Tamil writing scrawled over the front.
I think to myself - Is it good that we, as a civilization have put our defeats behind us, or is it a sign that we will be - as the cliché goes - doomed to repeat the mistakes of our past?
I shake my head. I'm too tired to think about it. It's been quite a while since I last slept.
~
