Revisits

The constant traveler in me can never visit one place just once in life...revisiting is not only about travel...everything in life that we go through cannot be just once. Especially things that come close to our very core and our soul...like music and books and movies...a revisit always brings the whole experience to a level incomparable...And travel does it in a whole new way...

This summer has been the exact same as far as travel plans were concerned...just like last year...even if the places visited are the exact same...do they carry the same feeling? Never.

London, Paris, Jersey.. this time revisited with family...mum and bro...two people who gave each city we visited a different feel. And am not talking of just family time and company but about deeper insights and looking at moments with a clear understanding of culture and change. The sheer feeling too of being able to share my last trip and feelings while with others yet at the exact same place I was on my own. Its a feeling like no other...its a moment etched in eternity entwined with excitement seen in the eyes of loved ones...long discussions on history culture people and memories left for posterity.

Mum..with her amazing insights into history and accuracy of why a certain something was the way it was...and not leaving it at that...comparing to the times we live in and the times that will be...

Bro...with his most interesting knowledge of how things were and are meant to be... about people and interactions and about establishing beautiful connections through conversations...

In ways its been also a revisit of a family that am blessed to part of...deeply rooted in ground realties, cultural differences and intellects and aware of how and where we are in time...respectful of feelings and differences within our little globule of unity. Unending conversations and debates... and agreeing to disagree.

Every time I travel I somehow know deep within that there will be a coming back...a coming back to get more in touch with the pace of the place, the air it breathes and the difference it exudes compared to any other place on the globe...and every time each city I revisit never disappoints me...and every moment gets jotted down in that think pad I call memory...and every time there is a revisit that think pad revisits too...compares and jots down again...and makes me smile...a cycle that completes but doesn't actually...

Every aspect of life requires revisiting to let the awe of existence underline itself...and there is no unlearning...every step is a learning in itself and can never be in vain...and as I believe with each passing moment EVERYTHING happens for a reason and a good reason...no reason can be a bad reason if there is something we learn from it. Its different though when we choose not to learn from it...or maybe make our selves believe we choose not to learn...and its only then that we die...thats where the soul ceases to exist and all we exist for is the material benefits and the show of it all...following what we believe is the dream when we have given up all that is human...and will never awake to the beauty thats life...the romance of life and the romance of travel...

The eternal and hopeless romantic in me needs to travel...at times physically and times in flights of fantasy...!

a bit here a bit there but we all get by fine!

Been a while that I penned my thoughts and for all those who have waited...am humbled!

Lifes been a roller coaster for a few months with a bit of here and there physically and oh well...mentally as always!

Life or what we call it and the way it flows..emotions or not...feelings alot...and thoughts that always ride the waves sometimes high sometimes at an ebb..but that is what everyday existence is about right? And NOTHING goes waste...whether it feels bad and lousy at that point or doesnt...whether we learn to live with grouches or we put on that sweet smile and say" ohhhhh this is so lovely"!

Are we all walking the talk or a tight rope because we have to? Pardon the banter if it seems so but the more I meet people the more it makes me wonder how we are observers and get observed!

The last few months I have taken a greater back seat to look at the people I meet and what they teach me about myself...and the humility of being mortals! Some of us have definitely forgotten that in the I Me Myself continuous struggle to prove ourselves better than the rest!

It all seems so futile in the whole "to dust thy returneth" reality...whats this constant fight to prove "oh yes I exist"?! Yes we do! we dont need to scream out loud do we? If we need to be noticed we will...but somehow it seems we have set a trend that to be noticed we need to scream out loud and stand out and say "ohhhh here I am"! So is it a I am because I do or I do because I am?

End of it if we dont scream are we not noticed?And noticed where? for what? why? And if we need to scream to be noticed is it a real stand out at all or a mockery of it all?