A lack of a passport limits an individual’s journey across the globe. Luckily the human mind doesn’t require one, to traverse seven oceans. Like all other human beings, I too am human and like every one else, my behavioral system is controlled by my mind. But I am surprised to see the amount of wandering; it has been doing for the past few days, weeks and months.
Beginning with the advent of New Year on January 1, 2010 my mind remained motionless. It didn’t react to the excitement of innumerable champagne splashes that were made around the world. In stead, it kept wandering on how much sense it made to be slogging for more than nine hours when 97.65% of the employed world was busy taking a nap after a night of celebration on December 31, 2009.
Being an Indian mind, the reaction level has really hit an all time low. Ruchika was molested and forced to commit suicide many years back. Though the maligned cop Rathore is sure of being held responsible and put behind bars, he is smiling. But my mind is wandering over the confidence that he sports while facing the media. He doesn’t regret his actions. In stead he says, “The more it gets tough, the brighter I shall smile”.
The Kiwis hate us. But my mind keeps wandering as to how we allow them to extricate on our cricket pitches. Every fortnight one or the other television channel relays a news of an Indian being assaulted, thrashed or burnt alive by a group of Australians or a single goon. As Indians, we sit quite. We try to establish a dialogue with the country of attackers. On a fine day a higher Australian authority makes an announcement, “Indians are much safer in here rather than out there in their own country”. My mind wanders how our Indian authorities would react to that.
A calendar of tempting beauties is being shot miles away beneath the scorching temperatures of sun in an island country. Every Friday, I deliberately make it a point to miss the photo shoot. But my mind wanders as to how much money, is being spent to make possible the voyage of twelve beauty snaps easier to a database of just 5000 clientele. Slender bodies with super souls, they pout and my mind just can’t stop wandering about the kind of beauty management these hot properties have to adapt themselves to.
Opportunities come and opportunities go. Lucrative are those, which are grabbed on time and made the most of. My mind being the constant wanderer rewinds through the many such moments of loss. But I pull it back by making it understand that opportunity once lost is lost forever. Still, a kind soul manages to strike a chord with the other unknown side of me and injects the confidence to create my own opportunities. I therefore calm down and once again turn to my mind to ask the same question, “Hey Mind, What’s up”? It replies, “WANDERING”.
- vociferous
