Doodles of the Insane

Why do we travel or love the concept of traveling, although we leave a huge sigh just when we return to our doorstep and scream at a pitch high,   “Finally Home!!”, at the end of a trip? Is it that we love our home so much, that we justify it with a sigh? No, it can’t be; that would question the quintessential need for a trip at the first place.Right? So what else could be the reason? I think “Home” is the reality( A reality show indeed!) and we, by all means, try to escape reality. A dream is needed, now and then, to illuminate our screwed up reality. And there are many modes to achieve that dream state. One such is travel. Other potent modalities include writing, reading, booze, drugs etc.   As we reach our middle ages and realize our own reality, we are struck in, we try to create an alter-reality with these modalities and try to reach an impassable cloud nine. And we compromise ourselves by believing that we are actually satisfied with those rare moments of...

So, the other day I started counting the number of trips, I had encountered   this year and it raised to an astounding toll of 10+ !! Not that, I am a lazy traveler sorts, glued to the Op chair or the operating theatre table; I have always been an enthusiastic traveler right from my college days, where organizing various trips around the state earned me a nickname “Jattz Tours and Travels”, which still stick to me like an indelible ink.   Thats a rare picture of me, smiling.. I am a firm believer in travel and its magical charm, although it had been commercialized off late, like never before. We have fallen prey, successfully, to the markets of capitalism for they choose to sell us memories and experiences as commodities.   A similar kind of movement arose in the 1960s, when traveling and experiencing things were the new norm by wearing bright colored clothes and long hairs and beards. And they had followers all over the globe and yet they were loo...

So this post is in continuity with my whatsapp status about reading statuses.   The question I asked was "Why do you read a person's status in whatsapp?" Based on the inputs by the kind souls who managed to write replies inspite of their busy schedule 😏 ,  I had managed to analyze or atleast pretend to. One reads a status to gain insight into the person’s mind or character .   So people read only those who they are curious about or whom they are very friendly with or whom they respect or whom they wanna know more about.  So people, basically read the statuses of those who they like, love or even, hate.  Yes, people wanna know what's going on in the minds or the lives of,even the enemies.  But they choose to conveniently skip those statuses who they are indifferent or irrelevant to.  Hence its said that, indifference is more crueler than hatred. In a way, it is also the exact opposite of love. Other petty reasons being, as follows...

Once upon a time, a nomad had to travel across an arid and barren desert. The walk was so horrid and humid. He looked for a camel to make his trip easier. But luck didn't favor the nomad; nor was he brave enough. The water he had in his pack, got used in a couple of days and his throat dried like a parched leave. Slowly his hardships mounted to a level, unbearable and unimaginable, beyond his endurance. And he gradually became delirious of the heat waves under the sun and the extreme cold waves under the moon and the stars. And he soon realized that this adventure is gonna claim his life, ultimately. Not that he was afraid of the end result, but he was worried that his life had no meaning at all, until that point. So he started lamenting the futility of his life and made a secret desire in his heart to add significance and magnificence to his worn out life. As he scanned the perimeter of his vision, lost in the wilderness of somewhere unknown to his navigational skills,...