22nd Feb 2010
Right now, i'm travellin back home at about 100kmph. There are stretches of grass covered land for as far as the eye can see, on both my sides, and an occasional truck or advertising board zippin by.
Kota seems distant now, which is rather suprisin, it jus feels unreal. N in a strange way, i guess i'll miss it. I mean its fair why they say there's no price to freedom. :P
Remember how i'd talked bout my pride at not-carin-how-i-look was unfounded? Wel i now don't care how i look at a whole new level. It probably started with bein perceived strange for wearin shorts. It led to apathy for others' perception at a nicely new magnitude.
As of now, my hair is unruly, wild, long, n crazily curly. N I have a fairly dense beard. My parents have been naggin me to get them cut.( Thats kinda when I really started cherishin my far left behind solitude) :P
Neway, jokes apart, I think at the end, I really do seem to like Kota-the adventurous experience. If only, for bein so diverse from anythin i'd experienced until now.
I'd talk bout the farewell, except I jus didn feel anythin, no happiness or elation to finally be comin home or such typical normal stuff you'd expect. Nor really any profound sadness for leavin that which i left behind. It was jus a dazy dream it seems.
At the end it was really just a great experience. I guess, movin frm a society where ur considered cool/fun normal by pretty much all, to one where u stick out like a sore thumb n are jus really strange for everyone really gets u to explore urself. The yardstick for what u are, loses the superficial parameters of societal perception, n becomes, maybe, something more universal?!
At the end, reality is just a perception.
ps- n thanks to espera, who i didn know reads this blog! :P
Right now, i'm travellin back home at about 100kmph. There are stretches of grass covered land for as far as the eye can see, on both my sides, and an occasional truck or advertising board zippin by.
Kota seems distant now, which is rather suprisin, it jus feels unreal. N in a strange way, i guess i'll miss it. I mean its fair why they say there's no price to freedom. :P
Remember how i'd talked bout my pride at not-carin-how-i-look was unfounded? Wel i now don't care how i look at a whole new level. It probably started with bein perceived strange for wearin shorts. It led to apathy for others' perception at a nicely new magnitude.
As of now, my hair is unruly, wild, long, n crazily curly. N I have a fairly dense beard. My parents have been naggin me to get them cut.( Thats kinda when I really started cherishin my far left behind solitude) :P
Neway, jokes apart, I think at the end, I really do seem to like Kota-the adventurous experience. If only, for bein so diverse from anythin i'd experienced until now.
I'd talk bout the farewell, except I jus didn feel anythin, no happiness or elation to finally be comin home or such typical normal stuff you'd expect. Nor really any profound sadness for leavin that which i left behind. It was jus a dazy dream it seems.
At the end it was really just a great experience. I guess, movin frm a society where ur considered cool/fun normal by pretty much all, to one where u stick out like a sore thumb n are jus really strange for everyone really gets u to explore urself. The yardstick for what u are, loses the superficial parameters of societal perception, n becomes, maybe, something more universal?!
At the end, reality is just a perception.
ps- n thanks to espera, who i didn know reads this blog! :P
Comments
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U didn know?? :O
n i dunno what u could be missin. like that comment didn make sense to me. :P
Coz as far as I know, you reached Delhi on 22nd Feb :/
HAHAHA DARN. I got the date wrong. :P