The
Perfect Road Trip
The perfect road trip according to me would
be one that'd fill my heart to such an extent that I wouldn’t mind if I were to
R.I.P after that extravagant trip (not during the trip however, never). The
surroundings passing by through the window as if I along with those companions
with whom my mind most resonates with were surfing through the waves of
happiness. We wouldn’t be least bothered about the jam that would be as calm as
a morning horizon. The honking horns would be nullified by our conversations
carrying the pristine essence of friendship. Yes, a friendship that fills the
map like long roads that stretches across terrains of age,sex and ambition.
Friendship in its vibrant whole, not necessarily marked by the so called
'normal nature of friendship' but one that binds individuals with true intimacy
like that of 'father-son’,’ girlfriend-boyfriend' etc. Along with the brothers and sisters that God gave through
the wombs of other mothers. Such would be the nature of friendship in which our
vehicle would be powered by apart from the fuel.
The so called COMPANIONS in this particular journey would be my dad – the best thing that happened before I happen to set foot on this planet. My soul mate – the best thing that happened after I set foot on this planet. Two of my best buddies – the people responsible for getting the best out of me since our footprints on this planet seemed to head to the same direction. The two buddies are of course accompanied by their soul mates with whom neither I nor my dad is well acquainted to and that would be the entire purpose\aim of this lovely road trip for at the end of it, after we've reached our destination, the so called 'acquaintance' would be a thing of the past. It would've burned down like phoenix and from the ashes would rise the sacred 'phoenix of friendship' whose wings would forever 'protect'. Road trips like these are nothing but a ritual for the birth of such mystique birds and the vehicle would serve as nothing but the 'holy fire'. Let the flames of joy burn along with the controlled explosions within each stroke of the engine shaft.
The so called COMPANIONS in this particular journey would be my dad – the best thing that happened before I happen to set foot on this planet. My soul mate – the best thing that happened after I set foot on this planet. Two of my best buddies – the people responsible for getting the best out of me since our footprints on this planet seemed to head to the same direction. The two buddies are of course accompanied by their soul mates with whom neither I nor my dad is well acquainted to and that would be the entire purpose\aim of this lovely road trip for at the end of it, after we've reached our destination, the so called 'acquaintance' would be a thing of the past. It would've burned down like phoenix and from the ashes would rise the sacred 'phoenix of friendship' whose wings would forever 'protect'. Road trips like these are nothing but a ritual for the birth of such mystique birds and the vehicle would serve as nothing but the 'holy fire'. Let the flames of joy burn along with the controlled explosions within each stroke of the engine shaft.
And as for the destination, it’s worth
every bit of the journey - the self discovery of oneself being lost in thoughts
staring through the window into the racing roads, the little bits of silence amidst
long conversations, laughs, sentiment and formality marked by the faint sound
of the engine, the little 'are we headed in the right direction?' worry etc.
The journey reflects 'Life's Journey' in all the optimistic ways possible. Beautiful
it would have been if in real life too, the presence of 'hurry/speed up' were
as faint as they would be in this perfect road trip. En route to that glorious
destination I and my companions would already have drifted through our
'mind-mobiles'. The destination in itself has the wisdom to send us spiralling
through the journey in time that my friends and I've been through. In fact this
destination was starting point of our journey as friends. Yes, we are heading
back to have a glimpse of our school. The partners, to acknowledge a rather
potential source of the attitude they're being treated by their husbands. My father,
to thank her and her 'children' for raising me (us
) up.
) up.
As the car slows down near the gate of my
lovely school, anticipation fills our heart followed by an intense sense of
togetherness that dissolves the strangeness among us. We'd be bonded like tiny
tots in kindergarten. And we are all sent for a journey back to the destination
which was previously the source, our homes. But that wouldn't steal any
perfection out of it. In fact it would be the pristine time of embracing that
perfect road trip along with all the good things the we've picked up on the
way. The perfect road trip, a trip to perfection through the purifying filters
of friendship and more importantly – discovery of the self. It is one such trip
capable of transforming imperfections like – breakdown, tyre puncture, being
lost etc into moments of joy.
The
perfect road trip
Sorrows,
it shall rip
And
happiness I shall sip
Spare parts and Accessories -
To be specific about the right combinations
mentioned above, one that suits best to the brand, the trip would start from
our homes in Thrissur, Kerala all the way to Kozhikode via the National Highway
and other merry roads(including ones with 'holes' as a result of Kerala's rains
along with a bit of govt corruption.) No one would be initially sure of the way
and that would pose as a challenge to our nostalgia as to 'who STILL remembers
the way?' Music, an integral part for it is a thought drifter shouldn’t be too
loud to keep us from talking. It should be faint but not too faint. It should
provoke our memories. Local radio stations would suit perfectly as well. Rain
and traffic jams, to an extend would seem fun but not a combination of both,
never. The highway would portray the changing landscape of Kerala while at many
places on the way, its heritage and tradition(one that we grew up with) would
be visible in the form of restaurants, tuck shops, places of worship and of course,
the coconut trees. We'd be more than happy to provide lift to people in need,
but caution counts as well. Stopping by on road sides for a sip of 'ilaneer' -
'virgin coconut liquid'. Occasional calls to and from the family members back
home primarily to ensure their and our safety. Tasty spicy masala meals within
the car with cans of carbonated drinks and last but not the least, an integral
part of such trips, car air purifier(in this context, Ambi Pur - facebook.com/AmbiPurIndia).
And as for the vehicle, dad, I and friends wouldn’t
mind going with whatever cart we get but as for now, we value the comfort of
the beloved ladies with us. After all, this isn’t just a ride of friendship, it
is also meant to showcase it.
BELOW ARE TWO MUSIC VIDEOS THAT HAS THE SO CALLED 'PERFECT ROAD TRIP' THEME...
1. Jesse McCartney - Beautiful Soul
2. Lost Prophets - Last Train Home
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