Journey 🚞- journaling 📝!

The window seat.

The cool breeze from green lushy fields.

The random conversations among the passengers. 

The unreachable, untraceable escape of mind to some other world to indulge in. 

Many of us have experienced the same. 

So do I! 

But this time I felt why not I keep a memory of this journey! 

Why specifically this journey? 

I just wanted to! And I did! 

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It was a sunny day and as I entered the bus I could only find the seat where the sun can slap me on my face but not kiss! 

Assuming he would be kind, I took the window seat. 

And the thoughts found their way even before i bought my ticket. 

And the journey starts! 

At the next stop, a Muslim family stepped in and took their seats. I was wondering then, nobody here bothers who sits next to them, a Muslim, a Christian, an SC/ST, (thanks to the promotion of inclusivity through pub transport) , but we hear the utter discrimination of these communities! 

Jab tak samosa me aloo rahega, tab tak India me caste feeling hoga! I said to myself:) 

As I was observing the villages passing by, this time I could notice 'visible' development! 

A new panchayat office, a vibrant school building, a vast, levelled playground, a rythu vedika, a dump yard at the outskirts of almost every vlg, a vaikunta dhamam (cemetery), palle prakruti vanam, yeah these all are what I observed. 

Then I started debate with myself. 

Does this external appearance is all? 

Whats the point of having all these without crct functionaries? 

Also me, atleast I am witnessing the transformation in terms of infrastructure, may be this is the start. 

This lasted for sometime until i noticed the harshness of sun reducing gradually with the trees planted either sides of the road. Then I went into a memory lane where I planted a sapling on my bday and appreciated myself for doing so. I need to continue that though! 

 Further, I hv seen shiva Swamy s sailing their journey by foot! One was walking briskly. One was resting under a tree. 

Is that really worth? I started my own business. 

The devotion behind the destination, The belief they do have on an invisible force, fascinated me. 

I found that their journey would give a bunch of experiences, emotions, social relations. Indeed it was a good thing. 

Wearing the feminist avatar,I questioned (none!) why doesn't the god treat men and women equally? Is it the god or the goddamn society that prescribed norms? Ofcrs, its human society started this differentiation and discrimination. 

Oh dear honey calm down! You alone can't do anything now, if at all frst try to change your family, your surroundings, your fraternity, rest is taken care of in some other way, I pampered myself! 

The trajectory of these unending thoughts has only gone up until the bus stopped. 

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And that was the blog guyz! 

Every blog has a story! 

Even mine has a sweet nothing!