“A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.” – Lao Tzu
We three (those two and a fellow photographer!) have travelled tirelessly over the past three decades on this planet - either in search of a livelihood or as part of our livelihood. Then those were the journeys rich in content but with lack of substance. Yet in our minds we always had thoughts and dreams of "our own ways" of journeys -
"Lets trek over that unknown hill."
"What about meditating in the silence of forest?"
"Just listen to the waterfall - Nothing else !"
"Shall we plan an early morning visit to seashore with a vow of silence till we are back home?"
"Or is it that we are planning to die without even attempting to google out ourselves?"
"What have you learned so far living in this planet - Huh ! that we are born to eat, drink, work, browse, tweet, chat, post, text and then hit the dust one fine day?!"
There were umpteen of them which parse through our talks whenever we meet. But every time, the mundane life deliberately pulls us back to our daily duties -As father, as husband, as son, as usual.
It was then on a monsoon morning almost a year back, in the Kerala Edition of 'The Hindu' we read the article on '108 Siva temples of Praacheena Keralam' (early Kerala). It was all about a unique journey traversing through a series of villages and towns in the entire stretch of Kerala and a little beyond its borders - to the temples supposedly consecrated by Parasurama. By the time we finished reading it, our minds had already told each other - to pack the bags and start off.
And we did start off in search of the meaning of our life - and the journey continues.
"Lets trek over that unknown hill."
"What about meditating in the silence of forest?"
"Just listen to the waterfall - Nothing else !"
"Shall we plan an early morning visit to seashore with a vow of silence till we are back home?"
"Or is it that we are planning to die without even attempting to google out ourselves?"
"What have you learned so far living in this planet - Huh ! that we are born to eat, drink, work, browse, tweet, chat, post, text and then hit the dust one fine day?!"
There were umpteen of them which parse through our talks whenever we meet. But every time, the mundane life deliberately pulls us back to our daily duties -As father, as husband, as son, as usual.
It was then on a monsoon morning almost a year back, in the Kerala Edition of 'The Hindu' we read the article on '108 Siva temples of Praacheena Keralam' (early Kerala). It was all about a unique journey traversing through a series of villages and towns in the entire stretch of Kerala and a little beyond its borders - to the temples supposedly consecrated by Parasurama. By the time we finished reading it, our minds had already told each other - to pack the bags and start off.
And we did start off in search of the meaning of our life - and the journey continues.
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