Drive

Warning: This post has absolutely nothing to do with the song 'Drive' by Incubus. Although I love that song, this is about something else entirely.

Random observation: There are two types of car passengers in this world...

I) people who look straight ahead through the whole journey. Their eyes never waver from the road ahead...if I listen carefully, I can almost hear them thinking. "Are we there yet? How far is it now?" (Sometimes, this sort of a situation can also temporarily be caused by an excessively full bladder but that's not the case I mean here)

II) people who always look out the side windows. They constantly look at the scenes that whip past them during the ride. These people are hardly bothered with the road ahead. The road under them and the world around them seems of ultimate interest. And yes, these are the weirdos who sometimes fall asleep against the window with their mouths open.

I wonder what's more important...the destination or the journey. Philosophical debates can rage on for another eon but as in the case of all philosophical debates, we won't ever have an answer to the damn question.
Have I lived a complete life if I kept worrying about where I was going and never bothered to enjoy where I actually was? And again, if I fell too much in love with where I was and never bothered about where my life was headed, was that wrong?

I don't know about life but as far as car rides go, I fall into Category II. However, I never fall asleep against the window because I happen to be an insomniac.

Mirror effects...

A friend and I had a very interesting conversation today. Opposite world.

Defined as: one or more worlds where things happen in a way totally oppsite to earth.

People say that our world is all a creation of our minds. Society, friends, families, cities, countries etc... all of these are concepts that we've created. They've been around for so long that we've taken it for granted that things were always this way. But guess what? They could have been very different. At the dawn of existence, the earth was a blank slate and slowly as we drew, scribbled and spat on this blank wall, we ended up with an intricate graffiti that is life as we now know it.

So back to opposite world... in opposite world, people walk backwards and the clocks go in anti-clockwise direction. In opposite world, smoking, drinking and drugs are considered spiritual and refusing to to do any of these is taboo! In that world people write articles and publish magazines on the critical topic of "underage non-smoking' -a social evil where people below 18 are refusing to smoke.

In opposite world, humans are born as old people. As life goes on, they become younger and younger. At the end of their lives, they shrivel up into babies and finally shrink into nothingness.

In opposite world, parents curse their fate if their children study too much. A child who studies too much brings shame upon his or her family.

In opposite world, women who are fat, disfigured and clumsy are considered to be super models and every little girl wants to look like them.

In opposite world, people only talk in abusive language because talking politely is considered ill manners. And the only thing that people talk about is sex because that's the excepted way.

In opposite world, white skinned people are highly disliked by yellow, brown and black skinned people. The whites are hated, enslaved and treated as vermin. And everybody feels really really bad about such sub-human behaviour towards them.

Just one thing remains the same in opposite world. Humans always tend to be attracted to things that are forbidden. So, in opposite world, there are rule-breakers and rebels too. But these bad asses are people who study day and night, never smoke, drink or do drugs, talk politely, get married to similarly lovely people and have lovely children.
Such a thing would sound nightmarish if we were in opposite world right now.

Melancholy

Those golden years of yesterday

I spent the gold too fast

Now left without a penny of peace

Digging in the pockets of my mind but it's all gone

That shadow was once a man to me

Now he barely wanders on the edges of my vision

That world was once a cavern deep

That I longed to explore and delight in

I thought this was only time

A sharp bend on the road to fortune

The bend will not leave its serpentine ways

Leaving me a lost traveller on a never ending circlular path

Sometimes I wish I could call out to the void

Can anyone hear me?

My faceless stranger,

Does my voice travel to you?

To you I speak because you know me not

From you I have nothing to hide

Resurrect me from the shambles of myself

The night is young and I have a long way to live