It has been two weeks today and time seems to have just vanished. There was so much I had planned to do and so many people I had planned to meet and it hasn’t gone that way. Nevertheless it has been beautiful.
I haven’t exercised (so long eye twitching Baba Ramdev!), I have slept till late and haven’t gone on long walks.
I haven’t shopped, I haven’t well, met any good looking / interesting men (where in the world are they??)
So what have I don’t in the past few weeks?
I sat on a camel. So, what the bloody big deal? (I can almost hear your mind)
Most of the times in life you fear something so much that after sometime you forget why you started fearing it in the first place.
Fear has that amazing capacity to overpower everything you believe in and crumble your insides as if they were ashes hanging from a dying cigarette.
For some reason a camel ride has scared me to death ever since the first time I tried sitting on one. I remember screaming and shouting till they had to get me down.
So what made me sit on one finally? Liberation perhaps.
An act to tell myself that if I could get over this perhaps I could get over a lot more.
Anyhow, it’s not such a great deal (As long as a camel doesn’t sniff your hair of something) its fun actually and quite the feeling of being in the film ‘The Mummy’ (one of my top weirdest films)
Would you believe me if I told you this silly thing acted as a catalyst to so much more?
I could erase and delete everything that needed to be eradicated from my life and my mind. Most of them silly fears tying me down!
I realised or rather was made to realise by awesome RT that my fears were holding me back from having so much fun ( read – casual, harmless flirting : a forgotten art ) Well, a couple of lessons later, I’m getting there.... with the right words and the right things to do.
Whoever said that it was a bad thing didn’t know what he/she was missing in life! I believe (especially at the brink of downhill thirty) that it is what will keep us young forever.
Being in your cosy shell for the fear of everything new only makes you a sad loser. There is a certain reason for trying things that are alien. And that my friend, is growth.
Even if they are things you don’t believe in, they will ultimately only reaffirm your faith in the thing that you do.
So I’m off today to meet a bunch of strangers with my lovely, beautiful, divine girlfriends. (What would I do without them?) This is something I never thought I would do, but then I never thought I would fear it too.
If I had my choice I would carry that camel with me everywhere to remind me that my capacity as a human being is limitless, the strings of which I hold and often tend to forget that.
Here’s to everything new and unknown and to all those people I still have to meet and all the experiences I still need to have. Here’s to the times when we will meet and cross our paths and smile or maybe frown and perhaps go our own way. Here’s to everything beautiful.
Here’s to me too!