This site is as about the inspiration I get, as I am designed to get, where faith and conviction are my two flowers, which receive light when asked to God.
The holidays were such a time when we all cherished each and
every moment of it. The holidays meant breaking free from the rigidity of daily
life. The fun in packing bags and suitcases is a bit tedious but the true fun
lies in slinging on the bag pack and getting ready for the journey. Getting
onto a train, making the berth for sleeping is another fun which my father used
to do for me. Once or twice I have made a crumpled berth for sleeping. Waking
up early in the train, watching the green fields and having omelettes from the
train pantry is fun beyond words. At home many of us make faces and say-“Omelettes.
Can’t we have macaroni and cheese?” But
there is no greater fun than having omelette with bread, a chunk of butter and
cold water.”
Flight journeys were a rare privilege which once in two
years we could afford. The best part of holidays were of visiting my maternal
grandmother. Those days were golden. She was a ball of pure love.
Such were my beautiful holidays.
We just simply miss them.
Be happy and have holidays. Hope that very soon we too shall
have one and more than one.
The road we traverse everyday is our daily hard work, the
fruit of our toils and extreme dedication.
Suppose somebody spends his entire day playing video games,
the question arises how is that extreme dedication?
It is extreme dedication as the person playing the video game spends his entire time focused upon it.
From morning till night. From bread and jam to supper, we
struggle to maintain our existence.
There are two roads on which we traverse everyday. The first
one is the journey of life, of daily routine and the other one is the journey
which one completes by travelling on roads, in planes, in trains, in buses, in
cars.
One journey is monotonous, the other one is exerting on the mind and brain.
Journeys are often completed much earlier than expected, yet
people simply keep on pulling.
A baby simply plays in his/her mother’s lap and the mother
nearly spends her entire day playing with her child. That is the road which
they are traversing at the moment.
The roads of life often intersect
with each other, leading to a loop formation.
Suppose the fishmonger from whom
you have bought fish early in the morning, is the driver of the autorickshaw in
which you are returning home.
Your old school teacher is now an
employee in your company.
The roads we traverse everyday
are very different yet same, still unique.
N.B.-Mothers make aloo puri for
lunch one particular day, the other day they prepare chole paratha.
The dishes are different yet the
road is same i.e. lunch.
(Aloo puri and chole paratha are
both Indian dishes which are extremely delicious to eat. The only thing is that
both the dishes are heavy for the stomach and after having a sumptuous lunch
there is no other option left than to sleep.)
Before You Travel. 