What is it like to have something you have wanted dearly for a very long time? To have it near you, with you, in your possession? Liberating, tempted to say?
Let me give you an angle. When you want something nearly as much as the essential requirements in life for existence, it ceases to be a want. It becomes a need, bordering on an obsession that is strong enough to not only kill your identity but also kill the reasons why you wanted that thing. In some days of living in that anxious need to have the object of desire, you stop wanting it, it becomes a routine, more like breathing to try and have it, for yourself. And what happens when you run out of air, oxygen ceases to reach your brain? You become restless, worse, it consumes you. And anything allowed to be a want of that magnitude does the same- consumes you to the core. You deny, defy and fight a losing battle every day the end of which is your own doom, whether you have the object or not. Even if you do get it, you must see that you have lost sight of the reasons you wanted that in the first place, like an impertinent child that wants a toy and is given it. Needless to say, the child gets bored of the toy and throws it away because his obsession is over. Sadly enough all of us go through a systematic process of denial under guidance, commonly known as growing up, that makes us look through everything that made life simple when we were small.
I do not mean that wanting is bad, or ambition. All of it is good, to the extent up to which it doesn’t start feeding on your very existence and purpose of having it. A need, want, desire in any form is productive to the extent to which it keeps your focus clear and the reasons why you want it apparent, even after you have it. I am no one to conclude or preach, but a victim of the aforementioned errors, on the learning curve.
So, I will begin with the dragged to death question- what is the difference between a traveler and a tourist. I would say, familiarity and the approach towards it.
Tourists book a ticket, take a flight, pay insane amount of money for a hotel, watch the landmarks and memorials and come back home satisfied and a little less rich. Travelers, on the other hand, love the sense of being lost. Sometimes, the familiarity of everyday life scares you. When you know exactly what your day is going to be like, how you will react, what you will see, etc. It is then that you pick your bag, take a bus, pack your trekking shoes and get lost into the dim recesses of places not yet seen.
What excites us travelers, is the prospect of experiencing something so new, so brilliant, that no amount of money could buy it. In a place where you have no idea where the next turn might take you, you give up on the daily struggle of everyday life of searching for your identity. Instead, you occupy yourself with a task of placing yourself in the locus of surroundings. This is what we call adventure. Adventure is not doing something dangerous or life threatening, but it is doing something you have never done before, which gives you a thrill and a high enough to drag you for a while through a monotonous daily routine. And just when the familiarity starts to get on our nerves, we pick up our bags and head off in search of the roads not taken.
Lights, camera, action!
Its only a wonder that all the days in this city don’t start with that line. Understandably so, since nobody can tell when nights ends and when day begins in this city. Its merges into a uniformity through the pacing life of this city. Yes, Mumbai, the financial capital of India, the city of dreams!
What exactly is it that makes this most crowded city of one of the the most populated countries so unique, so loved? Listen closely the next time you are here, and the sea will silently whisper the answer to you. Too romantic, is it?
This city welcomes you with open arms, among a torturous plenitude of faces toiling for a daily share of bread and butter. Yet, this city does not scare, does not threaten, for this is the place which promises the fulfillment of dreams. The larger than life , magical, surrealist world of Bollywood, which has made several dreams a reality is here. Metaphorically, this is the city of dreams. A dreamer has every reason to be in this city. This city gives you the way to become one of the many familiar faces among the crowd, if not, it at least promises you a fair shot at the same. The famous Ambani’s and Bachchan’s or the ever so humble Dabbawallahs, who train MBA graduates all belong to this place, the paradise of dreamers.
After a tiresome day at work, when you feel like a minuscule entity, the sea will come to your rescue. a quiet walk down Marine Drive will show you how little man actually stands in front of the dominating Nature. You will be overwhelmed by the gushing of the ocean which will echo and reverberate the rush of blood inside you. And as the dying sun across the horizon will throw its last crimson rays on you, you will know that the stage is yours and the spotlight my friend is on you.