THE ROADS TO NOWHERE AND A BRIDGE

Day in day out, we tend to take to the roads that assure us to take somewhere. It is a life lived very often in plenty of familiar monotony and apparent inescapable boredom, but free of risk and adventure. Same faces, same contours and same smells-we prefer to like or rather we force ourselves to succumb. It is like being remaining glued to a makeshift web of the spider spun by none other but us. It is so suffocating that we rot over the decaying but freshly painted hanging bridges, knowing well that the next day perhaps they may turn out to be our most cherished unmaking of ourselves nurtured secretly as calculated dangers.
That is why, I often thought of venturing out to walk briskly on the roads going to nowhere with disjointed tall bridges-just to be myself and none else; though I never did it even one so far. Till now, it has remained a beautiful dream in me; the day after I lost my childhood. Since then, I just wanted to reach a bridge of no return after traversing the roads of no return-I know it would have no entry or exit routes and a mysterious history of its own.
May be someday, I will ask my Maori friend about it and perhaps ask her to stand still beside me on the bridge above the rainbows.

GET LOST, ERR...IT IS ME!

Whenever I wanted to travel to relax, I always preferred to travel to unconventional places. I never go out to see the usual or the wonders of the world. My trips take me to the wild and unknown, where I find enough time to search the me in me in solitude and far removed from the hustle and bustle of the madding crowd. It refurbishes and rejuvenates my soul. Though, it does not make me wise enough to tale the stories to my eagerly awaiting friends and family members, I prefer to keep the secrets to myself and look naïve, after I am back. I do it purposefully, knowing well that it can have hardly any names.

The best part my travel is cast in anonymity. I go to the places where there are none to recognize me and act as my tour operator or guide. I find them the spoilers and nothing more. It is exhilarating to walk a busy street unnoticed or having a definite direction. After all, I want to avoid the directions that I am expected to follow in my daily life. I believe, why go out and still become the same, from which one wants to escape? It is meaningless to spend lot of money to get into the traps of the routines of the hungry sharks in wait to divert your serene paths towards their own. The travel has to be one's creative best. And I do it as I like.