Road to Freedom

To get in the groove of writing something after an overbearing break is one of the most difficult thing to step into.

Now, I dunno whether you realized it but there seems to be a hassle with the first line. There is one element which is repeated using a different terminology but the primary thought is the same. Hence that is an error in expression. Or is it?

Anyway, there comes a stage in life when one wonders, what exactly is the way one has lived. I can only talk of myself. There is a maverick or gonzo sense in the way I went about my business. Reading and movies are an inherent part of my journey from the beginning.. and when I say beginning I mean from the very beginning. Sometime in school. Like the way we were of that generation, the Hardy Boys and the Nancy Drews made a lot of sense and then the Sheldon's and Forsyth's took over and then somewhere along the way it all turned into finding the one genre that you really love and for me it turned out to be - hippie, free willed expression, existentialism with an added dollop of travel and loads of fun in learning elements.

What does that above sentence entail? For me it is kind of crystal clear with a precise visual appeal. Almost like those roads that you see strewn on magazine pages, google image searches when your search states ' road to freedom' or something amounting to that. It is not the Lenny Kravitz song which google picks up immediately. That's the fucking echo chamber setting in and we all kind of exist in, since digital exploration began. But the other images of Route 66, or long winding roads with the desert on both sides, or the kind of roads shown in the 'Narcos' series with green on both sides with an alluring music where freedom is about to burst in through some invisible door somewhere in that milieu.

Now you are thinking what the fuck am I about here, if at all you reached this point.

All the things that I read or mentioned on the go, lazily, without a deeper glance at my past reading, listening or watching is merely a visual element that just ran by. But I remember very vividly whether I was watching a movie, reading a book or listening to music (then through those cassette tapes - kinda nostalgic the way they look) its an array of brilliant visual imagery. I pass through one vision to another at times uplifting, at times just plain old sightings. I recently saw a video on YouTube of a guy traversing on his bike through a sea-side road in Kerala India. I reckon it must have been about a few 100 kilometers of riding along the sea road with his voice rumbling along as a lullaby in the Malayalam language and the visuals (nothing special just the regular roadside buzz) took me to another realm (I cant use this word without Chat-GPT popping my brain) just kept moving along as if one by one the frames were taking me into a delirious state of transfixation.

Is that right way to say that I was getting lost as if in a trance or I just had a few drags of hash.

I love this state which I reckon, some of you who have reached this point has understood.

This blog is about being in this state constantly without smoking weed or hash or whatever takes ya'all wherever these things take you. It is about the primary state of a human life, instead of the constant rigmarole of wanting to better than the previous day, wanting to be better than the neighbor. The neighbor reminds me, now the next door son of a gun is not important, now the neighbor could be some son of a gun in another part of the world and mostly we don't even know which part and where but the comparisons does not happen with the next door personality but some godforsaken person who has a good camera takes a wild snap at showcasing their life in a much better 'mm' than their regular 'mm' with some so-called extremely hot opposite sex or same sex people and we sitting in our dinghy rooms trying to fathom a way we can better that. Very different world, but the obsession is still the same as before, just that the geographical element has changed ever so slightly. Lets live a little, instead of searching for something.

To leave you with a thought even if it feels kind of negative or 'trollsome' (if it is a word I can use) - Frank Zappa said "If you wind up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest or some guy on TV telling you how to do your shit, THEN YOU DESERVE IT"...

Lets Live a lil different, a lil curious, a lil wholesome....