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A lot of us have dreams and aspirations. But for most of us , they remain more of an indulgence as we eventually in our struggle with the mundane complexities of life give up or postpone them to the distant future.
I am no exception either. I have had a dream of seeing every possible beautiful sight that the world has to offer . Hear every possible tale of romance and adventure that some one has to tell and write about it. Start something on my own . Something that breaks my constant attempt of fitting the waking life into small timebound capsules.
The idea of the world trip or the book or even finding my own calling has always been overtaken by my lethargy to carry on the more convenient , predictable ways of life.
Almost like a sign , I ve seen three real life heroes , who’ve gone ahead and broken the moulds and set out free .
A couple of years back when some one I know headed to France for a PhD , I was stung with envy. Her FB updates as a narrative of her life’s adventures backed by vibrant photographic evidences of her @ all the places i ve dreamt about , pinch me and poke me in the strangest of ways which i ve learnt to ignore now.
More recently , another acquaintance went on from a corporate seemingly ideal job for some one with our education and experience and started off with an initiative JourneyMyWay (check it our here) that fuses three of passions – Food , Travel and Writing . My congratulations to her was heartfelt , and i am one of the most regular visitors to her blog The Thought Express ( find it here)
But the one story of ‘finding one’s calling’ that tugged my heart and made me sit back and take stock of how I’ve spent the last 3 decades and what would I rather do for the next couple of more to come was of Tithiya and her dream ‘The 100 heroes project’
Tithya Sharma has taken up the 100heroesproject and she’ll be spending an yr backpacking across the world to meet 100 people with inspiring stories and write them in HT & on her blog www.100heroesproject.com . Eventually she plans to write a book.
Stumbled upon her story here
I think its an amazing tale of courage and the most awesome example of ‘ living up one’s dream’!
Am sure I ve found my hero in her.
A few days back , my status message read – The most important things in life aren’t really things.
Travelling is one passion that some how remains in the most important things in life list for like many many years now. As i was telling some one the other day , by design or destiny i ve been a travelling person ever since i remember thinking about myself as a person at all!:)
Started off with this (http://chandnimoudgil.blogspot.com/) page more like a travelogue to document the amazing time i had when i visited a few of the most amazing places on earth .
My enthusiasm to write everything i could possibly remember from the trip , sort of faded out after a couple of posts . It started to read more like a minute by minute update on what i ate , what i saw .. kind of . perhaps in a scrap book like fashion with pictures pasted and long winding notes posted all over the place.
About an hour back , an old friend whose planning a trip post her wedding called up ( i totally detest the term – honey moon! yuck.. but then we ll talk abt that some other time) . After i relived the whole trip as i went on and on about how i jump with joy everytime i see venitian gandolas , think abt warm cup of hot chocolat , change the wallpaper on my desktop to some sqeaky clean nice pic / perky florence resto-bar pic ..or whatever.. I think i had completely sold her off to make the trip to all those places for sure.
so i think post this trip that i head off to today evening to nainital , i think its time to get back to the second best thing to travelling. Writing about it!
check the page by the way – the theme of the page is one thing that’s common between me and Ms Shobhaa De!! ( that got ya hooked right?:))
after a self imposed exile for more than 1 yr , am back to where i was on my way to finding myself.
some one asked me some days back , if my search was over . Far from it infact. Maybe I ve been spending the last few months trying to soak in things around me and that’s why perhaps haven’t been able to put them down in so many words. Its complicated, and yet so simple.
My obsession with starting off afresh worked wonders as far as blogging went too. Fancy names , unfinished posts , views on travel , life and people in general . some plans , some opinions . have been dappling with over 5 blogs all abandoned some where along the line.
And now that am back to this address. maybe at a different point in life than where i left it. I feel am home.
* If you look for them, you will always find some reasons, so why look?…
read it here .. http://virtualrambling.wordpress.com/ , a blog that i ve been often visiting. More so for the quotes that Rambler ( as he likes calling himself) has stacked away in what openly challenges the chronic thinker that I am .. by asking “Wanna think”
I keep finding myself reading and reading some of those precious words. .. why I keep thinking. And then I think to myself. If i keep looking for reasons , I ll find them.. !
:)
Not the first time. and am sure not for the last time either.
But there s something strangely calming about being on my own at this hour.
Not that that i am not on my own 24 hrs a day.
But when one has the freedom to just get up at 2 , put on some music , switch on tv to discover Preity and Abhishek having a wild time on Koffee with Karan. All you can do is thank your lucky stars for being a single!
you make some coffee , even though its absolutely warm , you get online as the mad trio fight over the coffee hamper and run match-making polls for AB jr.
you swift through some more random blogs before something catches your eye that you feel like commenting on. you create another pseudo connection online , while you struggle to form something more meangful in the real world. And you think and think some more abt what exactly is going on!
You click on “new post” feeling this urge to capture this moment when you are all mixed up – strangely calm , totally chaotic.
Its 3:43 AM. Hmm.. 20 minutes . 20 lines . Does it give away everything?
Time to sleep and dream of something other than me falling off yet again from a cliff!
