I always thought I deserved a break. So, I fled. From this blood thirsty, ever hungry, voraciously gluttonous and shamelessly guiltless baboon called life. It keeps sucking from us. Doesn't it? Sometimes air, sometimes blood, sometimes emotions. It does hurt. So all hard working mules out there need a break. So did I. So do you. Think about it. I thank and I fled. Thank god. Thank me. Thank you. Well, Ok.
Now for the sensible part of it. I was on a pleasure trip across my state. Incidentally, at a time when the state is bursting across its seams with fervent emotions of statehood and regional identity, I got to visit all three major regions of the state. Rayalaseema, Telangana and Costa. Relentless.
The descriptions of the often miraculously captivating incidents and simply spellbinding moments that I came across during my sojourn shall follow in later posts, but let me assure you, the trip was only a notch above boring. Nothing like the Zumanji game actually happened. It was the routine saga like the scrupulously choreographed sequence in the recap portion of the Indian soap serial. I went, I saw, I came back. Ala Alexander the great. And a bit more.
But for the real part, the trip was spiritually rejuvenating, socially energizing and quite admittedly, a true break from the hullabaloo at home. I spent some time with the dark, often misunderstood and mostly incoherent speeches inside my brain. I sat with them over coffee inside the 3 tier AC compartment of the majestic Indian Railways, chugging along since time immemorial, with no sign of retirement for about 2000 kilometres. The speeches wouldn't budge. So wouldn't I.
Nice :)
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