Monday, August 8, 2016

Roads


Roads hold out fascinating promises. They beckon us to the mystery that lies beyond the bend.  Here are some of those roads that added charm to some of my best years. All the pictures are from South Delhi. I rode a two-wheeler on these roads for many years humming to myself John Denver’s famous lines: “Country roads, take me home / To the place I belong.”  Not that I wanted to belong anywhere particularly.  Not that I was philosophical enough to suffer from rootlessness. 


Rootlessness is the natural destiny of anyone who is delighted by roads even if he is not a Diogenes. Roads promise to lead you to somewhere beyond the horizon that circumscribes you.  That’s the charm of roads.  Hope is what roads are composed of.  Hope is an illusion insofar as it lies beyond the horizon.  What is life without those beloved illusions?  I love Mark Twain's dictum: "Don't part with your illusions.  When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."

A virtual ride through illusions!










8 comments:

  1. I think Frost forgot to write about blind streets in human occupations!

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    1. Frost didn't ever see our godmen in Bhatti Mines 😀

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    2. Exactly. I meant the same. 😊

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    3. Can you imagine what Frost would have written had he encountered our Baba and/or his women - those two...?

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    1. Country roads are ideal breeding grounds for philosophy ☺

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  3. Lovely pictures.

    I'm sure they are all roads that bring back a lot of memories and get you thinking about a whole lot of things.

    I love photographing roads, too. I found that I have too many of those photographs so I'm in the process of putting them all up on instagram. :)

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    1. Yes, photographs carry memories which are as important as the roads themselves.

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