My Motorcycle Diaries !

Walking through the unknown

A size-able part of me yet, is at unrest. It keeps oscillating to and fro, twirls around in random circles when silence and solitude visit my physical being. Ironic that what one sees is never to be the reality in most cases. The mind is running its own race with god knows whom? Its hunting through an ambush for its own reasons: reason of existence through these 21st century competitive graduations, post graduations and work experiences: reasons for being born in this part of society: reasons for being chosen to be educated: reasons to have access to certain means.


Che Guevera ( the protagonist and my hero ), despite his decent (as they say) livelihood, felt that there was more that he ought to know, more than what was hidden from him and much more than he was able to see, so he chose to travel and explore his own subcontinent. His discoveries to his own surprise led to his own discovery of himself and that is my pursuit as well. There are many more truths in this world that need us and people like us who can see the difference and can decipher the exploitation from development.


Like Che, I too have been wandering across India all my life by far. I look at my Picasa map and see the markers everywhere and I am sure of my passion that has persisted throughout consistently. My mind often asks me, why do I plan to spend my life on road? Is it for leisure, or to see the truths that are hidden from me.


I, aboard my bumble bee (in reference to my tiny wagon) saw what Delhi and its localization was like. Ranging from West, East, North to south, the upcoming tech cities in the NCR region, I feel I am still dwelling in the urbanized patterns I was brought up in, isn’t it? What about humanity that doesn’t have a sense of the world as yet. I need to find them in order to find myself. Find their causes to find the reason for my own cause.