an island
Its 5am in Singapore and I am in a resort on the Sentosa Island. The resort is beautiful and so is the island. The city is clean and of course, it helps if you make people lick it back if they dare spit on the roads. There are some wonderful trails around the island. The perfect place for someone with a paintbrush or a pen in hand.
I really am in love with the resort. I love my room too. The only thing I am not in love with is the food, I've been ordering the listing "Paneer Masala, Naan Bread" ever since I checked in. I am a vegetarian on an island, literally.
Anyway, I've been talking to myself, telling myself how exciting and enchanting the whole setting is. Now, I was thinking that if someone who has known me long would hear about my excitement about the place, he would be sure to ask me whether I dont say the same thing about every new place I go to. Now since the only person who has known me that long to hear everything I say is me, so I am the one questioning myself.
And well, its true. I am as excited about this beautiful resort as I was about all the new places I ever went to. Whether that was a guest house at a stone's throw from the Jakhu temple in Simla or an economy hotel with a window overlooking a white with snow Munich neighborhood or the only decent hotel in a burning Vijaywada in May heat or a ghostly unoccupied hotel in offseason Ganapatipule with monsoons lashing furiously.
So, thats the formula, the newness glows, the newness has an aroma, it touches me. If I love newness so much, would I ever grow old in a stable way? I'd love to find out. But then, I also know that whichever way the answer is, I'd always fight against it.
In the end, nobody could probably say whether
1) I was supposed to have a normal stable life if only I allowed it
or
2) that I was supposed to enjoy a new life everyday but got frustrated by the weight of stability even if I didnt allow it to happen.
Either way, I am not worried. In a surreptitious way, I am rather glad. When there is a paradox staring me, I am rather at ease.
I really am in love with the resort. I love my room too. The only thing I am not in love with is the food, I've been ordering the listing "Paneer Masala, Naan Bread" ever since I checked in. I am a vegetarian on an island, literally.
Anyway, I've been talking to myself, telling myself how exciting and enchanting the whole setting is. Now, I was thinking that if someone who has known me long would hear about my excitement about the place, he would be sure to ask me whether I dont say the same thing about every new place I go to. Now since the only person who has known me that long to hear everything I say is me, so I am the one questioning myself.
And well, its true. I am as excited about this beautiful resort as I was about all the new places I ever went to. Whether that was a guest house at a stone's throw from the Jakhu temple in Simla or an economy hotel with a window overlooking a white with snow Munich neighborhood or the only decent hotel in a burning Vijaywada in May heat or a ghostly unoccupied hotel in offseason Ganapatipule with monsoons lashing furiously.
So, thats the formula, the newness glows, the newness has an aroma, it touches me. If I love newness so much, would I ever grow old in a stable way? I'd love to find out. But then, I also know that whichever way the answer is, I'd always fight against it.
In the end, nobody could probably say whether
1) I was supposed to have a normal stable life if only I allowed it
or
2) that I was supposed to enjoy a new life everyday but got frustrated by the weight of stability even if I didnt allow it to happen.
Either way, I am not worried. In a surreptitious way, I am rather glad. When there is a paradox staring me, I am rather at ease.
posted by Amit at 1:30 AM
4 Comments:
welcome to the world of ambiguity :-)
as long as u can feel excited you are alive. cheers !
Hope you go to more and more new places. Philosophy!!!
everyday it gets tougher to keep the joie de vivre.
Novelty definetely helps.
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