A question to myself. Why bother with words? Surely I know how I feel. Why bother  expressing the expressions? Would I ever forget the journeys? Dismiss the past? Consign to oblivion the lessons learned? Probably never. I say probably never, for I have said definitely never many times before; only to witness otherwise.

Back to my question. Why pen down the anticipation, the disappointments, the joys, the journeys, the experiences beyond? To share with those before me? They’ve already experienced it. To share with those after me? Why ruin their surprise? To share with those that never will? My words may never do justice to the experience.

All that leaves is but me. I write for myself.

For in the final lap in my race to depletion, when the body is less than ideal, when the mind is fickle, when those around me lie in wait for my convenient demise, I will have no better company than the memories I create here and now. And as the arrow of time extorts, distorts and decapitates much of what I have to remember, as memory fades quickly and the details become sparse – ripe for nostalgic rewriting – it is through this digital ink that I shall travel  back in time, relive the moments, stay true to the experience, remember/realize that my life was not wasted, that I spent it with friends, with family, with faithful machines that braved the toughest terrains to allow me to live life instead of getting through it, to forge friendships that would stand the test of time, to forget those that betrayed me, to remember those I lost, to the Universe that conspired to make me…me.

And if all goes well, maybe someday I’ll sit the young ones down, offer them milk and cookies, open my big book of blogs – printed out in big bold fonts for the convenience of my dying eyes – and share with them my adventures, in the hope that they might someday rediscover our legacy…that which we discovered decades before them… Freedom.


9 thoughts on “About

  1. Nice!
    I see a transformation! A transformation from the much cliched, pathetically abused, commericaly raped term which ones symbolized freedom – “Biker”
    The transformation into an ideology of freedom, call it a traveller, thinker, writer or anything! But I am so liking the transformation!! And its SO MUCH better than the pseudo biker image!

    More on this on the next trip 😉

  2. Ha ha ha ha yeah that would make for a fun discussion when we ride together next. When is that btw??!! It’s been a while no? Chennai is looking bleak at this moment given my commitments but I won’t give up till the last day!

  3. Once said and will forever be firm with my statement… For some obvious reasons you shall always be my favorite author ! And the obvious reasons are limited to literary, linguistic skills only ; )

    You rock Alan Key !

    • Ha ha ha ha! Thank you so much Sandeep! And thanks for reminding me the linguistic skills need some brushing up – I’ve been so caught up with videos and photography (both newly acquired noob skills), writing seems to have taken a back seat. Will revive it. Thanks again!

  4. I have just nominated you for the Liebster Award. In case you haven’t heard of it, the Liebster award is given to up and coming bloggers with less than 200 followers. Its aim is to spread the word about new blogs and build up the blogging community. All you have to do to accept the award is answer 11 questions and nominate 5-11 blogs you follow here’s the link: http://talesofatravelingphotographer.wordpress.com/2014/02/24/the-liebster-award/

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