Musafir Hoon Yaaron...

Many a times I come up with new theories... theories on all stuff in life... when i get into the" all philosophical mode"... so many times while my order is still to come on the table i read around from the frames hanging on the hotel walls... one-liners that say,

"Life is like an onion, it has many layers to it!"

or the most common that we get to read in our school slam books( wherein some philo friend has given you a bookish advice of,

" Life is like an ice-cream. Relish every lick of it!!"

Im somehow obsessed and and in love with the word"COLOURS" (the one with a "u" in it...the Brit spelling)and all the words in it's family- colourful, colours, shades, colourey...it makes me feel cheerful and jolly... gets a smile on my face :)
I always built a theory called the "colour theory"! the one where i went on to say "Life is colourful... you have all the shades in it...dark shades, warm shades, cool shades, light shades..."

Recently while working on a project with my group we came across this amazing video- Incredible India ad... its a good 2 min ad with a firang wondering what to write down on a postcard when it came to describe his journey so far in India... and what follows is snapshots of the beautiful ride of India through his eyes...
and tada !!!! i came up with yet another theory and also a mammoth thing to do in my life's wishlist!
i would call it -
The "Musafir Hoon Yaaron" theory...

Its like- life itself is a train... with no first class or a general class in it... just a whole train of general compartment... and I am a traveller in it... meeting so many different co-passengers from different walks of life in my journey... so many people gets on and off on different stations...joining you, teaching you, sharing with you and building new memories before they get down on their destination station...
i see alot many places through the train windows as the train goes... the train ofcourse can just move ahead and halt and slow down and stop at signals but ofcourse it can't take a reverse!

and along the journey I ofcourse get my doses of the masala cutting chaai and loads of different food ;)

as of now this is my new theory of a "musafir in the train yatra"... not that im coming up with an another that says me as a truck driver on the road journey some days later... hehe...

Comments

Geeta said…

i like this... i dun think of life as journeys or.. i mean i dun correct me if m wrong..personificate it... this is a completely nu way fa me.. train journeys eh.. t think of itt... i hate train journeys ! m waiting fa yew t write is as a truck ride ! lol !

August 16, 2009 at 9:05 PM

Amruta said…

hahaa... :)u cn come up wid ur own theories as i said... and then laugh about them...

August 17, 2009 at 6:06 PM

Saurabh Sawant said…

hey, why arent u writing, its been so long, u kno. 16th of august....
I really enjoyed reading ur posts yaar. it took me to places i wanted to go.
im waiting for updates!!
do write.

November 8, 2009 at 9:24 PM

Suneet said…

Hi I'm Suneet and i happened to stumble upon your blog. I love the way you think. However i cant understand why you have discontinued. Anyway looking forward to your new posts. Bye Tc.

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February 7, 2010 at 10:54 PM

curtainz_fire said…

train journeys have always disappointed me nevertheless.I happened to meet different people possessing varieties of attitudes. i would say that the attachment you are supposed to make with a person in a journey always remains fragile. Seems people only wanna get amused to make journey a lil interesting.

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