Travelogue experience…

Never felt like I was going to do this… Pen is far off, but I had my dreams to chase. I am always that way. .. a girl with dreamy eyes. With out even giving it a second thought I was all ready. I feel happy to be where I am sitting now.

Waking up at 4.30 in the morning was not an issue at all. It was hardly any thing compared to the zest that this trip brings to my life. A bus journey through the heart of the city which gradually drifts away its path, to merge it self with the peace and serene environment of forest; unlike the ever honking, fast paced city. My bus leads me in to a new world. The experience is of loosing yourself to attain a higher objective.

I was always attracted by the prospect of traveling, never found it bore. Ask me to pack my bags and get ready and I am there with all new vigor and enthusiasm. On the way to Dolvi, falls Karnala Bird sanctuary, where birds from far and wide flocks in with a dream of traveling far and wide, just to find a temporary resting place in the woods of this forest, a home for few days... being in this place allows me to identify me as one amongst them who have landed on this piece of land with lots of hopes and aspiration. I see my destiny has taken me far and wide. In this unknown stretch of land I no more identify myself as a stranger.

I am actually lost in the creative genius behind the standing of this iron plant, strong and sturdy; a structure with no place for weaknesses. Whenever I walk through the premises of the company I feel I am accompanied by an unknown force, a power which guides me with a desire to take me some where and I feel it is asking me to stay and remain close to it. I feel spirited and happy too, for the acceptance that I am receiving. I am able to interact with the environment as if I am interacting with one of my kin. Some relationships are that way; you never know when you get fond of it and how you get attached to it.

ISPAT Industries

Happy to interact with people, happy to identify myself as one amongst them. I remember reading the novel ‘Mother’ by Maxim Gorkhy, and the craftsmanship with which he had drafted the starting paragraph of the novel. The opening lines and the intensity of the idea hidden in his wordsv(I am talking about the starting description of the manufacturing units given by him), now I understand that.

How workers queues in and starts working, and how time slowly drifts to warmness of afternoon from the lap of peaceful morning and later the sun sets just to rise the next morning to remind them of their mechanical existence. Yes, the only thing that I found missing is the loud crying sirens, reminding one about the changes that have been bought in the work environment in these evolving ages of renaissance. I think a brief of that novel was some where layered deep with in me. May be I am reliving that environment, the melodrama which was set up and brought in to life by the Midas touch of Maxim Gorky.

My thoughts as ever are random, and I find beauty in that. I feel a sense of freedom and liberty. I guess I am enjoying the moment and that has increased my joy.

Random are my thoughts,
Random are my dreams,
Random has been my life till now
Randomly I have pooled myself
Have wondered many times how random is stability…
May be randomly I receive an answer for it :)