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Travelogues
Journeys, Dreams,
and other thoughts….
by
Naiya Sivaraj

In a super frenzied and chaotic world, perspective is everything really.
And this is where travel comes in, to help you escape the tedious bonds
of convention, when you can find answers to some of life’s greatest
mysteries. When you can actually discover the raw, primitive nature
within you, and finding that you are not always that harried person,
rushing about all the time doing something. To travel is to just be.
“To
see a World in a Grain of Sand
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an Hour”.
William Blake
in his Auguries of Innocence couldn’t have been more right.
Travelers are
two – there is the armchair traveler and then there is the real
traveler. The kind who feels that there is just something about packing
the bags and getting away from it all. That unexplainable feeling that
calls you away from the drudgery of daily life; to be liberated, to flee
from a hackneyed existence; to be enveloped by new places and new faces;
having a pair of itching, restless feet. That simple, but pure joy you
get when you touch the soils of Umbria or Utopia even. Being smitten by
all of that. Dreamy, whimsical, and solitary.
Travel, they say, is really not about the destination as much as it is
about the journey itself. And it has never been truer than it is. There
has been Marco Polo, Columbus, Hiuen Tsang; and there has been Thoreau,
Chatwin, et al. To all of them the earth has unfailingly opened up,
greeting them and saying “Love me, and I will love you back.”
It’s when you arrive that for a brief moment, you become aware of the
soul of the place. And when you glimpse curious cultures and people, you
ponder on the question of just what makes it so - maybe sometimes
reflecting your belief and feelings, and sometimes not. That spirit
which is found not only in the culmination but in the interludes too.
And especially, that thrill of discovering an unheard of place, or
wishing you could have been in the well-worn shoes of Columbus. That
ultimate gratification that comes to you when you find that the whole
world has not yet been completely hijacked by an ever growing and
totally insensitive humanity. That there still are a few places that may
be only God has ever seen or touched. Vistas that stay the way they are
and not give in to the touch of man, or to the crude progress that we
are part of today. The desperate prayer you have that it would always
remain so. A desperate wish for the unbroken endurance of the way life
has always been lived in such places. Annoyance at careless visitors,
sloppy picnickers, and above all, greedy governments.
That fantastic experience of taking off, hovering easily it seems,
feeling that boundless sense of freedom; the feeling of almost savage
rapture at the first sight of a place, when you believe for a moment
that the ancient harmony between man and earth has been restored. To
abandon ego, clout, class, and just experience like the common man, a
citizen of the world.
There is a wonderful line in William Least Heat Moon’s book “Blue
Highways” – “When you're traveling, you are what you are
right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you.
No yesterdays on the road.” You don’t have to think of tomorrow either.
That is travel. Not the past, not the future, but the here and now
moment. Not the been there, seen that, get in the bus, get off the bus
sort, but rather the real experiences, the fulfillment of those urges to
escape confinement from your personal world in one little corner of the
earth. And that ultimately, is what journeys are all about.
February 12, 2006
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