I was watching the movie “Se7en” in Movies Now channel. It was almost noon and time for me to go office.
I got past Glutony, Greed, Sloth and Lust, and the movie was getting more and more intensive. All that intensity took a slow U-turn when I saw my Mom walking to me furiously. She was holding her mobile phone in one hand and exhaled long hot air repeatedly. My mind was already doing complex algorithms to figure out which of the seven deadly sins I committed recently.
She had both her palms folded and eyes wide open when she was firing questions at me, “Is it true that you are visiting Velliangiri Mountains this week-end?”
I breathed little relaxed now. It’s okay, this is after all a divinely sin. “Yes Amma, we are traveling tomorrow and planning to climb all 7 mountains”.
“Is it not enough you have cursed all the Gods at home and blog? Why do you want to go to those temples to shout at God?”, she was still breathing heavily.
“Amma, I’m not going to shout or curse Gods! After all, I have nothing against him or for him. I just want to go there to visit nature – the mountains, clouds, forest and stuff.”
Pride was the sin that was now getting disfigured in the Se7en movie. I was little scared this time.
“Really? But you don’t believe in Gods and always admired people like Periyar who dishonored Gods, right? Why do you want to go to Gods Mountains then?”
I couldn’t believe that people thought me as a methodological person. May be I was!
“No Amma. I now respect all kinds of religion, including Hinduism. I even think God beliefs must exist in the world until at least we have a better choice”. I have nothing against God. It’s his fan club I can’t stand.
“It’s okay if you believe or don’t believe, but never scold God or spirituality. Is that clear?”, it was a request as a command. Or vice-versa.
“Yes Amma. I won’t”.
I have always been lazy when it comes to traveling. Jogging changed a little. Himalayas changed it some more. But the major part of change happened recently. It was Kamran Ali. He was my college mate in Germany, a passionate professional and a wonderful personality. He became an almost full-time traveler. He even traveled from Germany to Pakistan in his bicycle covering 10000+ kms. More at http://kamranonbike.com/route/ on his journey, experience and thoughts.
It changed the view I value traveling. In fact, it lit up inspiration towards traveling. I admired the Vulcan statue when I was Birmingham last month. My hotel room windows was kept open most of the time, just so I can keep looking at it. I often pulled a chair in front of the window, sat and kept watching it. In the night, Vulcan was glowing with all lights. His hand was fierce and pointed right at the Sky. It was as if he was trying to say something to me. Or, as if I want to understand something from him.
I don’t exactly know what I want to do. But that’s not the point. The path of my life is changing and that’s good enough to move forward. It’s just the path that ever counts. Destination may just be a destiny.
On a Friday last month, I asked my colleagues of their week-end plan. One of them said had plans to visit Velliangiri mountains.
I’ve heard about it when I was in college. It’s a 7-Hills mountain, considered both holy and dangerous, and would take around 12 hours of mountain walk. People usually visit in the night, see the sunrise at the top and return around noon.
It sounded scary and stupid at my college days. And today, it sounds interesting and close to heart. It feels like the first milestone of the worlds I want to see. A lot of people have climbed it and a lot of people still do it, but it’s definitely not as easy as it sounds.
I’m not sure if I can reach the top, but I don’t mind. Just move forward, one step at a time and as much as possible.
Vulcan, the Greek god, has triggered me to start with Shiva, the Hindu God. I see them as one and the same. In both existence and non-existence.
So, here I am. On the foothills of the mountains, getting ready to begin the journey. And resume writing.