The Journey
500 km all for nothing? A story of love and commitment!
Maybe I am a novice, novice in love. I travelled about 500 km from Vadodara to Banswara and back in a span of 12 hours, just to remember the old times of my life. It was a journey that defined my life. I never expected I would travel so much. I asked some of my friends, whether it was possible. I got mixed replies. But none were convincing. It was doable but not practical for someone who had to stay within the confinements of an institution.
I decided to go with my heart. The night, I
couldn’t sleep well. I had rented a motorbike around 6:00 pm in the evening for
the next day. I had a heaviness in my chest. Felt difficulty in breathing. So,
I decided I wouldn’t go, to calm my anxious brain. It was 2:30 am in the
morning that I finally convinced myself that I wouldn’t undertake the journey
that helped me relax. Somehow I managed to sleep. It was 5:40 am in the morning
when my alarm rang. I was drowsy, and so decided to sleep more. 3 hours of
sleep wouldn’t help me. I was more likely to fall asleep in my journey and
commit error while driving. It could put my life or others at risk. I reminded
myself, I wasn’t driving to Banswara. When we take a major decision in our
life, it’s natural to be anxious. It was a major decision for me. I had planned
to leave at 6:00 am if I wanted to go to Banswara. I switched off my alarm and
dozed off. It was 7:30 am in the morning. I had already missed one and half
hour of my journey, if I had intended to go to Banswara. And by the time I was
ready to leave I was already 2 hours late.
I looked at the sky. Fortunately the
weather was clear. Maybe it was the will of God that I should take a plunge to
my dream destination. I decided to go, and if anything would go wrong I would
return without completing my journey. At least I tried, and wouldn’t have a
feeling of regret. I know it wasn’t a wise decision. To travel without
achieving anything except the self-satisfaction of having travelled to the
place where your spouse was. Just to feel her vibes and invoke the old memories
of togetherness and love. We don’t reason in love and faith. We are none the
wise. These things never go together.
I set off from my place just before 8:00
am. I had to return back to Vadodara by 8:00 pm. That was the deadline for
returning the motorcycle from the guy I had rented. It was a new Bajaj CT100. A
100 cc engine capacity would take a single man anywhere. I traveled in
ambivalence leaving everything to God and the situation. If it would rain, I
would cancel the trip. If something happened to the bike, if I met with an
accident or even if I took a wrong turn and lost my way even for half an hour,
I would cancel my trip and return. Well, it was these assumptions I made to
relax my mind. I couldn’t just travel with a good concentration if my mind was
preoccupied. A good concentration/attention is necessary when you are the
driver on a highway.
I silently said my prayers and asked God to
help me in my journey. “Himmat-e Banda
Madad-e Khuda.” That’s what I thought. Every now and then I would stop and
take a look at the map, to see if I was going right. It significantly delayed
my journey. At one place I stopped and checked the motorcycle tyres. It needed
air. There was a garage nearby with air pump. At that point, I considered
giving up. It was past 10:00 am and I had travelled only about 70-80 km. As I
deliberated, I looked back into my life. I didn’t have another day or another
chance. Two days later, I would be giving my exam and after that I had to get
my no dues. And then the next day I would be leaving for my duty to a far-off
place. Well, I had already booked my train tickets. I had a connecting train,
and cancelling the tickets was next to impossible. I consoled myself. I would
travel up to 1:00 pm and then return back. 5 hours of going, and some time for
the engine to cool. 5 hours of returning. I would still be on time.
With my motorcycle ready, I set off again.
The maximum speed I could take was 70 km/h. Beyond that the wind turbulence
increased and the motorcycle shook. And to add to my woes, the helmet that I
wore didn’t have a proper strap to hold to my chin. Sometimes, due to a gush of
wind the helmet would try to come off my head. I had the dual headache of
controlling the bike and the helmet. A 60 km/h speed was fine.
I don’t know, but sometimes my instinct
guided me along the way. At a fork I stopped and checked the map. There were
many forks where I hadn’t stopped. And if I had travelled as usual, I would
have missed the correct path. I looked at the sky. It was cloudy and a drop of
rain fell on my arms. I prayed silently, that everything go good. God was
providing me with good weather so that I could drive easily without sweating in
the hot sun. I checked the map and changed my path accordingly.
Now the weariness and fatigue started
getting into my body. I hadn’t in my life travelled more than 100 km at a
stretch. And here I was travelling or intending to do so, five times my upper
limit. Sitting on the bike continuously for the last 3 hours was a pain in the
ass. I thought I would get sores on my buttocks. My body posture was so
maintained that I began to feel back-ache. But I ignored these minor elements
and focused on my end goal. In life, we have many reasons to quit something and
lay blame on someone else. But if we do have one reason, just one sufficient
reason to proceed on, then it’s our fault for not trying hard enough.
I wasn’t a good biker. I was afraid of the
big trucks and fast moving cars. I would drive slowly and carefully, and would
rarely overtake a fast moving vehicle. I would usually stay behind the large
trucks as long as I felt I was safe. Only last week I had met with an accident
on the same bike at a place near Champaner and I had wounds on my palm and knee.
Though, it had healed considerably, but the fear still lurked in my brain. I
had so many things to fear and could easily justify myself for cancelling my
journey. But that’s where man takes decision to quit and have a regret all his
life. Or to do it, doesn’t matter what the results are, and have no regrets
when dying.
As I travelled I was bestowed with the
sight of picturesque scenes. The outcome of persevering in one’s journey are
often blessed with desirable desserts. The scenes which I may watched in movies
were before my eyesight. It soothed my brain. Well, even if I failed I would
still be rewarded with the beauty I saw in my journey. There were hills,
jungles, rivers, and beautiful landscapes. I didn’t have time to stop and take
their picture, so I just watched and etched everything in my memory. I don’t
know if there would be a next time, but if there would be, I would certainly
wait and watch. And the good thing was, though it was cloudy at some point of
time, it didn’t rain.
It was past 1:00 pm, when I first saw the signpost-
Banswara 67 km. My joy knew no bounds. It was another hour journey. But as per the
plan in my mind, I had to return. Should I continue or should I return? Missed my
goal by 70 km would be a regret. If I stopped, maybe I would regret I should
have travelled those 70 km. And if I didn’t stop, I may get late. I don’t prefer
driving after dusk. My eyesight is poor. I wear spectacles with high power. And
the glare of headlights of vehicles makes me nearly blind on the road. I would
never make it back before 8:00 pm if I continued on. It was a dilemma. Each
stage of our life is filled with these sort of dilemma, whether we should
pursue on our goals or say a good-bye and get into our realm of comfort zone.
Those few moments that I pondered over the
bridge, taking a few pictures and recording my own video. I decided to carry
on. I had crossed a state and I should definitely reach my goal. I comforted my
mind, that on my return I would stop at some place in a hotel and would travel
again the next morning. I would inform the motorcycle owner that I would return
the next day. And I would take off early in the morning to reach my class on
time. The master knew all of us well as we were only 26 in number. That somehow
calmed my brain and I continued on my journey.
The road to Banswara was filled with
pot-holes and had traffic that slowed me considerably. Now came the worst part.
The mobile data network was gone. Without internet I was like a blind man
seeking my way in a dark alley. I cursed myself for not downloading the map and
pictures I had in my Google photos. And I cursed myself for not keeping a dual
sim. I only had one Reliance Jio sim. It was past two, and I asked several
passerby the way.
But I was there at last. Yes, I had reached
Banswara. But I didn’t know where to go. I didn’t know the name of the
restaurant, I had to visit. And I had limited time. At least some memorable
place where I last been. Here I was with a non-functioning mobile data. I
travelled around on my motorbike trying to remember where I had been a year and
half back. Just to aid me, there was one picture when I searched Banswara in my
Google photos, about a tall glass building called Ajanta Towers. Taking that as
a reference, I furtively searched my old memories. And then I don’t know, but
you can say God helps those who help themselves, the hotel where I had last
stayed materialized before my eyes. It brought back all the memories. How I had
held the hand of my love under the table. Yes, finally I had arrived. It was a
tiresome and apprehensive journey. But it was a journey that filled my soul to
the core. It gave a feeling of satisfaction, I can’t explain. The emotions that
welled up inside me, gave me inner happiness. Just beholding the place of my
stay about a year and half back! What had I to gain from it? Nothing! My love
wasn’t there. It was just a piece of memory. If I had been a wise man, I would
never have undertaken the journey without having some purposeful objective. But
a man in love is never wise, and some journeys are taken to satisfy the
subjective mind and the inner soul. We don’t gain anything out of it, except
for the experience. “I love you and I miss you. That’s what brought me here to
your place.” I said aloud. I thanked God for giving me a chance to see His
creations and having filled my goal. Many things could have befallen which
could have prevented me from completing my journey. But here I was all in
myself, relishing the joy of fulfillment.
It was a six and half hour journey from Vadodara to Banswara. It was half past two. On the way, I had stopped nowhere significantly, except for one place, that is to fill air in the tyres of motorcycle, which took about 5 minutes. Once I had stopped to refuel the motorcycle. And at one place I stopped to buy a dozen bananas, of which I ate two, sitting on my bike. I had kept the remainder in my bag. The banana seller told me to be careful as it was Corona time and if I got sick due to the journey, I would be packed in some corona hospital. I just smiled at him.
I hadn’t eaten my breakfast and neither
anything on the journey except for the two bananas. Well, it was half-past two,
and I began my return journey. The motorcycle renter had told me to stop
frequently to avoid overheating of the engine. “It’s only a 100 cc engine and
not meant for a 500 km journey,” he had said. Well, I touched the engine and it
was very hot. I couldn’t wait for long, but I had to make my return journey. I
had to cut down my journey by an hour at least if I were to reach on time. But
I had in my mind (to prevent anxiety) that I could stop anywhere at a hotel and
travel next morning. The class would be at 9:00 am. I would easily reach there
much before that.
I continued my return journey. My body-ache
grew. But this time, I had a self-satisfied smile on my face. “I did it, I did
it,” rang in my mind. I thanked God profusely. I didn’t have to rely much on
the maps. I saw the roads, and the greenery around me and could easily make out
the familiarity of the path I had travelled earlier during the day. I stopped
at a few places to take pictures. Once I crossed the Rajasthan-Gujarat border,
I chanced to see a message on my mobile. It was written, “As per government
instructions Internet services have been stopped in your area till further
notice.” I understood why there was no internet in Banswara. I hadn’t seen the
message then. The internet service was restored once I was back to Gujarat. Anyway,
I had crossed the hurdle.
But another problem which I faced was the
battery charge in my mobile phone. It was only 20%. Though I had wisely taken
my mobile charger along with me, but stopping anywhere to charge my mobile
would significantly take away a lot of precious daylight hours. It was 96% when
I had begun my journey in the morning. It was about 170 km remaining, and the
mobile charge was dissipating fast. I would be able to find my way easily
during the day but once darkness sets in, the surroundings seems different.
They have a different look and it’s difficult to say if you had been there
during the day. Using my mobile would render me with 0% battery. A dead mobile
is a useless mobile. So, now instead of looking at my cell phone in case of
confusion about the paths, I relied more on my memory. I read the road
signposts carefully. And having travelled for so long, I began to get more
expertise as a driver. I could drive easily at 70 km/h overtaking trucks and other
motorcyclists. I had tied the strap belt so that my helmet stayed somewhat
fixed on my head.
The overhead sun came down, and it began to
get dark. I was around 96 km away from Vadodara. Well, I had to travel about
100 km in insufficient light. It was around 6:30 pm. Could I manage or should I
drive slowly at 40 km/h and reach late, but safe? Well, safety was of prime
importance. But what if I could drive well even at 60-70 km/h at night? That
was when I felt a unison with the motorcycle I was driving. 400 km of journey
together with my motorbike had made us almost one. I felt full I was in control
of my motorcycle. I raced, and the cars whizzed by me. I steered through the
dark road full of lighted vehicles like it was the easiest thing for me. Until
then I had never travelled at such speed in the dark. I had always been
cautious, and would slow down whenever I saw the headlight of a vehicle coming
from a distance. But it was my day, and I traveled surefootedly and I travelled
fast. One thing that I kept in my mind that people get relaxed during the last
part of their journey, and lose their attention. They are prone to commit more
errors. I kept reminding myself, that there can always be a slip between the
cup and lip. Can’t celebrate until I have completed my journey!
It was 7:30 pm, when I reached the
outskirts of Vadodara. I took out my mobile. Around 6% of the battery was left.
And about 6.5 km of journey was left within the city. There would be traffic at
this time. I looked into the phone and memorized the map, and drove at full
speed which I hadn’t ever done before in the city. I saw for the first time,
that there were road signs even inside the city. I usually overlooked these signs
because I had the Google map. I reached my destination well ahead, a quarter to
eight.
Do I need to say, how much my body ached.
12 hours journey on motorbike! Ate nothing but two bananas. Drank a glass of
water, while I was refueling my bike. My butts were sore. My back felt crooked.
When I hit my bed, my whole body groaned. There were grease and dirt on my
face. Grease had accumulated at the corner of my eyelids. Even while lying, it
hurt. But my mind was relaxed. It was in peace. Last night, my body didn’t pain
but my mind was restless. But tonight, my body ached, but my mind was quenched. 2% battery was left when I finally plugged in the charger!
Dear friends, we all have our own problems
and to some the solution may seem easy but for others it may be difficult. It’s
easy for someone to say that a kid in nursery has to remember only the rhymes.
But that’s tough work for him. It may be easy for a man to propose a lady, but
it’s difficult for an adolescent. It may be easy for a racer to drive 500 km in
a day, but a novice would find driving even 10 km difficult. And a wounded
racer would find even 1 km journey a very long one. We all are wrapped with our
own problems which may seem tough at the present time but when we see
retrospectively, we realize, we could have tried, for that was what life was
all about…
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