Thursday, 12 February 2015

Passing thoughts and passengers

Each time I am at an airport, it’s a very typical feeling and sensation that I get. Till date my feelings have ranged from super ecstatic to unstoppably miserable. Leaving any given place where I have spent some memorable time is always very emotional for me. Right before leaving, I summarize my experiences in pictures, quickly browsing and reliving at the same time, saddened by the thought of it all gone by, and all over now in the present. Goodbyes are hard, regardless of the receiving party. The giver of goodbyes is  a person caught in an unavoidable situation. For me goodbyes don’t come easy, the ones which are not in my control are always the worst, where I am the receiver of a goodbye. At such times, it seems like the person/place is being left behind and deserves a piece of my heart if not all of it.  Hence, the lover in me always ends up breaking her own heart, owing it all to the giver of the goodbye.
Airports are however a colourful motley of experiences, memories and stories. So many people, so much movement, a little overwhelming for me to be honest.  Some leading, some following, some rushing , some worrying, some just trying to find their way for the very first time. Being in a crowd is like being exposed to a hundred books of varying genres at the same time, all open, all tempting, all inviting to discover and create and imagine. The hope in me to find the one book meant for me urges me to flip through as many as possible. It’s overwhelming, the number of impressions formed, the number of paper cuts incurred in such a small amount of time.
There is a reason why I am not fond of crowds, I haven’t discovered it completely though, but it has something to do with human interaction ( the non vocal one ) & my never ending search and hope to find him.

Whenever you look at a person , a complete glance at the whole person, the very first thought process of an impression/idea/story behind the face is highly intriguing. At places like airports, the lone walkers are the most interesting lot, me included 9 out of 10 times. For some reason, they are more conscious , more aware, more noticeable. Their eyes are seeking and anticipating, different things for different people, mostly company in novel forms and shapes. It is said that misery seeks company, so are the alone automatically miserable ? If so, then are all the couples and groups happy ? How does one know, and why does one need to ? Is a societal reassurance of one's happiness so essential that even overlooking our own heart's desire is acceptable ? If the journey began with the search for something, how can it conclude with the abandonment of the idea altogether ?
Questions unanswered are like an encouraging factor, they push you forward with a motive of finding the answers. Asking questions is the sign of learning, with questions we think more, know more, grow more. If one doesn't question and plainly accept, then one will effortlessly become a part of the herd, being driven in an unguided way, towards a default destination. There will be just one option, not questioned by anyone, hence being the only one available. In order to discover more, and conquer new territories, one must question, one must crave to go beyond the obvious, one must have the readiness to accept what comes with taking unknown risks. Einstein has stated "The one who didn't make any mistakes didn't try anything new " , and I have chosen to make mistakes rather than be boringly correct all the time ! Hence the conclusion , I don't need to read all the stories to write my own. 

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