Homewardbound

Homewardbound...a journey undertaken umpteenth of times , yet each journey , in its own way is unique and beautiful.You'll find the visual aspect of this journey here.

Though I'm not trained , and though I do not have a fancy camera , I love taking pictures.

Shhh! can You keep a secret ?

Don't tell mom that I had to hang out of a moving train to click some of these pictures.Of course it was dangerous ! But I knew what I was doing.I had asssessed the risk before undertaking this activity.But Mom might not understand, so shhhh!

I love travelling.Especially the ones where I'm gonna get bored.Only when one is bored , only then , does one think of more mundane affairs of his life like Love , meaning of life and death.This is where I cook up many of my stories.Some will end up being real, I'm afraid. Some will end up on paper, and with luck and endless revisions , they might just make it to my blog.

As usual , I'm travelling alone.I'm used to the loneliness , so sometimes I laugh at people who are so afraid of a bit of loneliness.Get used to it friends. If it doesn't kill you , it will probably drive you crazy .

Lonelines cannot be fought , it can only be embraced.At times I feel alone when I'm with a bunch of people , and at times I feel like I'm in good company when I'm alone.

I've forged a strong friendship with loneliness.I'm actually beginning to like it .Sometimes I don't like it though ...sometimes when I feel like talking to someone and find no one ...and then going almost crazy to the point of exploding...that I have to simply shout out ....It happens , but so far I've never exploded.

What's keeping me feeling lonely ? I don't know .

Its not the lack of relationships , or the lack of social intercourse.I think it goes deeper than that.It is a profound sense of unbelongingness ...

A feeling that I don't belong anywhere, that makes me feel lonely.I guess I got disgusted when all my recent stories started echoing the same sentiment.I promptly stopped writing them.

We all have our coping mechanisms.From time to time we want to vent out.Bottling in for too long isn't probably healthy. I sing (I must have told you earlier).Apparently I'm somewhat good at singing ! Surprise surprise ! I guess all this singing, all these years ,must have made my voice bearable to others.(But people hate my James blunt imitation unanimously )

So , while hanging from a moving train with a camera in my hand and the other hand holding on to a railing , I have that mad look on my face...My mouth is wide open (the bugs are going in ) , my eyes are watered up (The wind makes my eyes well up ) and I'm grinning.Occasionally to an observer outside the train , if he or she had the patience to watch the shenanigans of this foolish youngster hanging off a moving train and clicking at random , would see my jaws moving too.He wouldn't know that I'm singing .I'm matching my voice with that of the diesel train's chug-a-lug engine .I'm one with the train , and I'm one with the universe :) and I can smile about that !

Homewardbound is a journey I must take to find myself .It is an unending quest , filled with infinite pitfalls, sadness and dissappointment .But it is a journey I must take, and all difficult journeys begin with the first step.And these are my baby steps towards home.

It is wishful thinking when I hum this song...


I'm going home ,
To the place where I belong .
Where love has always been enough for me
I'm not running from
No I think You got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home