Neo Imaginations

The born Nomad.                                                       When I see my life-style and movements that I make over a year, I feel I am Nomadic.I live over a place habituate the people around, develop strong bonds and then move off to a new place or my previous places to start afresh. I feel I m a part of their life, their problems and their association even long after I have left the places. Today is one such moment. My stay in Bangalore this time was for a week. But i feel i lived ages for these countable days.  I got to the missing links that were created due to my absence for a period of time. Now am almost on the same wavelength but at the same moment its time for me to switch over my place. I hate this transition of mind that i have been doing over years although i have developed myself at this art. I somehow love my train journeys for this reason, as it gives me good length of time for this mental transition. I would come across people, places, languages, food

                                                                                          "  A world of right and wrong. A world of being good and bad , a world of sin and deeds; I am in a search of a world, beyond being right or wrong. Beyond categories, beyond preferences and beyond moral validations."                                                                                                   When i see the stretching vast universe,the zillion stars above and the innumerable galaxies still unknown to mankind; I silently ask myself the existence of being right or wrong.being morally correct or incorrect.I long to do things that please me;To act free of bearing the guilt of being wrong or taking the stride for being right. Is there a world beyond these two benchmarks? If yes; I want to be there. Play there till sunset for just being myself and not for being the right me or the wrong me. Take my decisions or more aptly do my 'will' bec

                                               It’s a story of a taxi driver whom I met while commuting from Bandra terminus to Kurla Railway Station in Mumbai (I still call it Bombay sometimes). After my train Ranakpur Express left me at Bandra   Terminus I was in a hurry to reach Kurla Railway Station for my onward journey to Bangalore (namma bengaluru) my home.  As I moved to the exit way on the Bandra terminus I saw him in a crowd vying for his customers amongst his peers. Unlike others he wasn’t loud and audacious. He was subtle, content and cheerful. I made my way towards him. We settled for an appropriate fare and he parked my luggage with oblige. On a smooth day it’s half an hour drive with moderate traffic as I know very less of Mumbai.  As we started moving from Bandra terminus he started with a conversation and asked me questions about my profession and salary. I briefly answered him and changed the topic as I normally do on such occasions.  I don’t know