There
are so many self-help books that tell you to make a list of all the things that
you want to do in life, ‘goals’ as the terminology goes. These books even make
a distinction between long-term and short-term goals detailing ways in which you
can turn them into reality.
Most
of us fall into three categories: the ones
who have no such dreams or the ones who have long lists of wishes that are too
unrealistic or the ones who have lost this habit of having wishes, a classic
case of dreams deferred. But many, I would say many are quite contented with
what they have.
Earlier,
from an overdose of reading positive thinking books, I had this habit of writing
down my wishes, so many of them that even ran in contradictory directions, like
travelling and staying just here in my good old Thiruvananthapuram. However,
the experience of adulthood taught me to live in a world where I had to be
grateful at the surprises that life throws in my direction.
This year, though I did not take any New Year Resolution, from the
first week, my decisions have been quite contrary to my usual nature. I decided
to go on a study tour with the students from the college where I teach and it
was a risk provided the fact that it involved a week of moving around with my
twenty odd companions.
I think I camouflaged myself pretty well in the crowd, so much that in
Wayanad, our tour guide was so surprised that I was the lady teacher in the
group. In the middle of the forest after his strange discovery, he went on
endlessly about Thomas Hardy’s Under the Greenwood Tree, probably with his
failed English papers in mind. After listening patiently, I finally admitted
that I've never read the book, which shocked him considerably.
The most amazing thing that I experienced was the perfect silence
inside the Buddhist temple at Coorg; it was always in my wishlist to visit a
Buddhist temple. The blessings from the journey is the joie de vivre
that I felt after a very long time, may be caught from my young companions who
practically had to hold me by the hand at times especially when we went for
canoeing in Coorg or for the watershow in Mysore (where Falguni Pathak’s ‘Meine
Payal jo Jhankayi” was playing when it began).
This shot of wanderlust has given a surge of positive energy, a stretch
of some mental boundaries, and a feeling that anything is possible. On a different note, I feel that I have some
clue as to why exactly Chaucer must have composed his tales about his
Canterbury pilgrimage!
Photo: Kamal Varghese
Photo: Kamal Varghese
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