Wanderlust is wonderful, it truly is. But when does the physical exhaustion of the human body overtake everything? And primarily replace any joy, satisfaction or enthusiasm of doing a good day's work or a great trip around a place? I'd like to think I still have wanderlust in me... that it still thrives and continues to rouse my spirit everytime I think of the next trip ahead of me... but the honest truth is that I'd rather be on a plane back to Delhi...
Yet, in reflection, I've had a great time on this trip... the places I've been, the people I've met... I'll surely chronicle the whole experience sometime soon when I sit back, take stock and over a couple of drinks, narrate a story or two that really typifies what Pakistan has come to mean to me... and come to think of it, I already know the basic sense of how that account is going to turn out... the answer is 'Multani Mitti'...
Pakistan is like the famed dust of Multan... it's everywhere and on everything, as much as India lives in every brick of every corner across my land... Pakistan isn't a place, it's a culture (mind you not too different from ours) and it's a people, still unsure of their identity that has thrived so many years based on a indoctrinated hatred of their neighbours... The dust in Multan blows through everything all the time, making it impossible to go anywhere or anyplace without being covered in its deposits, and it grows on you, the more time you spend with the people, with the land... And I can't honestly say I've fallen in love with the place, (certainly WON'T say that about Faisalabad and Multan) but there's a certain attachment I guess you develop after spending a rather concentrated 40-odd days in one country. And it's been an intense experience because most of the things I've encountered have been forced down my throat, not just the food, but even the way the police reacts to situations (won't be complaining of Indian police brutality for a while) and the often overbearing hospitality of the people...
It's a good thing that the cricket has improved in the one-day series, and just as well, since there literally wasn't much to write home about in the test series... but eventually, with India on the verge of a series victory in the land of dust, atleast it's given a reason for most of us journalists to smile... and there's still the chance, that I might just have a tour to remember...
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Welll,,, ramblings yes that is the right way of describing what you ave written ( Don't mean to judge it) When we have a notion lurking in our head which we want to express ,,,we write.Expressions with all the absurdity attached to it is best way to describe ones desire to write. One wise man once said "life is definitionless" so true its not even grey its those ever changing shades of grey which form the vast expanse of life.
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