I have a map of the world
in my bedroom. Right above the bedpost, pasted on the lavender wall, and framed
in fairly lights. There are pins on it, obviously, for all the beautiful places
on all the diverse continents that I have set my foot on. But, if you see the
pins, you will notice something. They are random, they do not follow the course
of mighty mountains or raging rivers. They do not meander from one capital city
to another; they are just, well, random.
Would you take a guess,
why?
No clue, huh?
Okay, no problem. I will
give you a hint. Have you ever played darts blindfolded?
The world map is my
dartboard and the pins are my darts. Every time I feel like gifting myself a
vacation, I tie a blindfold around my eyes and throw the pin onto the map. Then,
I pack my bags and go wherever the pin lands.
It doesn’t matter if it is
an obscure, nearly deserted but highly picturesque island in the middle of the
ocean, or a congregation of noisy, vibrant, colorful, throbbing crowds basking
in their joie de vivre on famous Parisian streets. The world literally becomes
my oyster and the journey, without exception, a rich blend of thrill, adventure,
interesting encounters, insightful conversations and loads of learning.
People have a ‘bucket list’ but I have a ‘blind list.’ My list writes itself, like
destiny. I have no control over it. In that sense, exploring the world is a unique combination of blind dating and
meditation for me. Just like blind dates with people, a blind date with the
world is an opportunity to discover and fall in love. Again and again and
again. You never know what’s in store for you and it can either be the best
thing to happen to you or it can make you run for your life.
For example, I have been a
street vendor, selling local delicacies on the highway, in a South American
village. I have been an English teacher in the south of France. I have tended tables
and drinks in quiet Danish pubs and I have rowed boats to ferry people from one
bank to another in Vietnam.
This is why I do what I do,
because travelling this way opens me up to a million possibilities. I can be
any and every thing I wish to be and I can push my boundaries to align with
those of the countries that I visit. I can be fluid like the brooks that flow
through deep gorges. I can be expansive, accommodative. I can absorb and I can
assimilate, and ultimately, as my world-exploration turns to self-exploration, I can grow.
Just as every human being
is made of complex nuances and irreplaceable quirks and characteristics that
make them who they are, the world is made up of billions of shades too. And I
am not happy with just one corner of it, just one hue of it, just one aspect of
its mind-boggling enormity and variety.
I want every trickling stream,
I want every star that beams.
I want ocean waves against cliffs,
I want seagull wings.
I want every spring flower,
I want every autumn shower.
I want the world, now
because once, I fell in love with it.
I want every star that beams.
I want ocean waves against cliffs,
I want seagull wings.
I want every spring flower,
I want every autumn shower.
I want the world, now
because once, I fell in love with it.
So, no matter how contrary it
sounds, plan an unplanned trip today. Let your destiny charter the course of
your travels. Pick up a book lying next to you. Or a newspaper. Close your
eyes. Turn to a random page. See what number it is. Check the list of countries
in the world. Pick the country whose serial number in the list matches your
page number. Book a flight. Get your visa. Pack your bags. And just go.
Or if you don’t like this
idea, well, you could always play darts. Blindfolded 😉