The perfect road trip –Enjoying the trivialities is
perfection.
The whims of a traveller can only be deciphered by that
travel enthusiast who believes in living life with all those travel jaunts and
fits which can shake them at any wee hours. I am one of those who is frequently
tormented by such travel frenzy fits that can shake me at any wee hours(a lunatic traveller I guess or have been born with this fetish). Not
at all an organised trip expert!
Thank God I have my husband who is more of a crazy soul. So here we are with our bag packs but the icing on the cake is our small daughter who is 6 years old...I guess it’s a best way to travel, the complete family pack. Me, my husband and my little travel jockey daughter (what else do I need?) that would be my ideal friend list for a short trip.
Thank God I have my husband who is more of a crazy soul. So here we are with our bag packs but the icing on the cake is our small daughter who is 6 years old...I guess it’s a best way to travel, the complete family pack. Me, my husband and my little travel jockey daughter (what else do I need?) that would be my ideal friend list for a short trip.
Have been to many locations abroad; have had the thrill of
breathing the air of a distant land with that foreign flavour but how about
those travel tales in our own country??....There is a word called “mind
boggling” and I bet that I can only be gifted with those boggling spirits, if I
cross those muddy small lanes, those road side Dhabas serving hot mouth
watering “ Parathas” and “ chai” and those village maidens halting our car with their water laden “Gharas”
well not to to forget the herds of cattle passing on the main road
escorted by the old man and we hurriedly taking some snap shots.
How about those Eucalyptus trees running with us with that perfect smell of rural earth...just wow! Gives me Goosebumps. Some small huts faraway, a few of those village kids playing “gulli danda” do I need a motorway or a freeway after this or a board written “Exit 5 kms drive thru? The unknown, the rustic excites me rather than the perfection.
How about those Eucalyptus trees running with us with that perfect smell of rural earth...just wow! Gives me Goosebumps. Some small huts faraway, a few of those village kids playing “gulli danda” do I need a motorway or a freeway after this or a board written “Exit 5 kms drive thru? The unknown, the rustic excites me rather than the perfection.
Where can I have these pleasures??...The monotonous drive ways,
the exits to McDonald’s and a few of the picture perfect motorway roads did not
have that everlasting appeal which my own country trip gave me.
Being married to a north Indian guy had these unique
advantages of packing those bags and getting out at the splur of the moment to
those gorgeous locales of mountains and hilly landscape... “Mountain
calling”...the enigma gets you there every time, even if you had
planned a beach outing.
I have always dreamt of visiting Musooorie that too by car.
The vast stretch of green expanse and the twists of those not so perfect roads
with green Deodar and Eucalyptus trees smiling back at us...oh what a sight it
would be! But I am a person who loves to blend the colourful with the black and
white, the jovial with a little melancholy, the rustic set up with the serene mountainous
enigma so I enjoy the goodies and the not so good things of travelling rather than
the destination itself.
A small car or a jeep to carry me and my belongings (my family too)
Ample of food items inside with a few of those cans and water bottles
in umpteen numbers
Lots of music CD’s to sway me with those rides and bumps, music and
travelling two of my favourite passions should be perfectly intermingled.
Interval and halts very much called for ...munching, contemplating and
feeling the air of the rural landscape.
Occasional pauses for photography....
And I also carry my good moods and those travel jockey attitudes to
surrender myself into the unknown, to the known and to those unseen firmament
which looks different from my window of my small apartment.
The sky looks so
blue, the earth so green, the animals so unfazed, man so carefree, the
travel so soul searching and heart touching, that I end up more often getting
out of my car and enjoying those tit bits rather than reaching the destination.
That’s what is called travel jerks and losing oneself in the
wilderness of travelling...does not matter what car I have? How is the road?
Where I want to go? Who is my partner? I am so engrossed in feeling every bit
of my trip.
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