A vacation in space-time

Every human act, or deed is in some apparent or unobvious way ,inspired.My inspiration for the act i am going to desribe is a man called Bob Pease,a staff scientist at National Semiconductor considered the guru of analog design.He was notorious for his amusing idiosyncrasies,one of which was showing up at the airport and asking the woman at the reservation counter to book the next flight available irrespective of the destination.When I first came across this anecdote,I sighed at the ocean of beautiful mysteries that logic and order hid from the eyes of humanity.I promised myself that one fine day,i will wake up and enslave my mind to the randomness of temptation .But the very premise of my existence within this SOCIETY is my decision to subordinate my innate instincts to a common minimum unwritten code of lifestyle.Fortunately for me, the mid sem recess were approaching and i knew that for sometime the word SOCIETY would temporarily loose its footing within the institute campus with over 70 % of the junta running off to rejoin the SOCIETIES they have at their hometowns.I am staying back.One day into the holidays and I get this idea knocking at the door of my mind,that my one fine day is here.This is how it went and i assure you that you too would not mind having a similar page in your book of memories:

I am tossing like a fish out of water in my bed but I suppose the orchestra of mosquitoes believe i am dancing to their melody .I am certainly not very drowsy or else I wouldn't be having the stamina to fight a group of creatures which are far lower in the evolutionary ladder than me-the mosquitoes.Suddenly it strikes me what is it that keeps me bound to my bed now,i dont have class tomorrow,no quiz ,no lab........so where the hell is the compulsion to grope for artificially induced sleep.I sit up abruptly , throw away my blanket with rebellion and I look at the window.Faint sunlight creeps in and the mirth of birds occasionally aggregate into a crescendo.I am reminded of Shakespeare's all the world's a stage.Well,Bard of Avon,you forgot to add nature to your cast.Early morning is Nature's turn to perform ,and for few lucky spectators like me,to observe and contemplate.

I take out my mobile phone and time flashes into my eyes,its 5:35.I ponder why the hell should i bother about time that is calculated on the basis of 82.5° E longitude,a line which the sun,the birds,the mosquitoes will not care about in many more million years to come.Here i was enjoying nature's act and it took a thing called time-a contrivance of mankind, to disrupt my mind from wandering away with nature.I threw my phone with a sense of contempt and irritation.

The next thing I am supposed to do is to apply a jellyish mixture of silica and sorbitol to my toothbrush and generate some foam in my mouth by a wiggling action perfected since kindergarten.I am supposed to do it .No,i wont do it.Why do I need to brush my teeth?Why,because it may stink and people will be annoyed.Wow,i tried to estimate the total amount of time i have spent brushing my teeth.Say,4 minutes per day for around 15 years(assuming I did not know how to brush my teeth for the first three years since i popped out,and my mom tells me ppl loved to kiss me those days)...I grabbed the calculator and punched the numbers in and lo and behold,it turns out I have already spent half a month brushing my teeth..Can u take that!!!!!!!!!So,i decided the toothbrush can wait today.I walked out of the door.I thought I should

wear my slippers but decided against it,at the moment i was not convinced how a sheet of rubber stood between me and naked reality.I left the door of my room open ,wide open.I told myself that all man made things have no intrinsic value of their own,it is just the value which we attached to them and everytime a thing gets stolen,i guess it feels more valuable.So,if anything gets stolen from my room,it would only make that thing feel valuable and i would feel happy for it.As I strolled down the road,my bare feet kissing the cold asphalt road,a gust of wind blew past me as if nature was welcoming me into its arms.I responded by picking up my pace slowly until finally I was sprinting at top speed down the road by the girl's hostel.I ran and ran and ran.It was like true liberation,some deep sense of harmony with the surroundings.

I had to stop .oh my,i was laughing like mad.I entered the stadium and lied down on the ground looking at the sky above,grinning,cheshire-cat like .The sun was coming up quietly as if aroused with the conversation I was having with the sky.Why is it that ,sometimes it is so wonderful to think that you are alone .I stood up and I simply walked ..today there was no thinking about where i would go or what road i would take,it had to be a journey in the most original sense where the journey defines the outset and the destination and not the other way round.I walked out on the road and I saw this peacock perched up on the tree.I desperately wanted to believe that I could start talking with the peacock.I began this monologue anyway,"You are the most beautiful thing i have ever seen.I first read about you in kindergarten,but you are so much more beautiful than your picture.Do you know that its because of you that I have woken up many mornings in attention to the trumpet of your throat?I love you ,you are so spontaneous yet so graceful at the same time."I ended my talk with a wink and all this while the peacock was listening to me,i tell u,perched there at the same branch as it was,a minute ago.

I kept walking until I came across a temple.I walked towards it and peered into the window.I pitied mankind,how foolish it is to search for harmony and salvation in a mystery called God when there is so much unexplored beauty waiting to be liberated in the reality called nature.If God says that I am the reason behing all existence,it does curtail the curiosity to understand the world in all its real wondrousness and loveliness.God teaches us to be satisfied.

I am not sure how I came back to my hostel that day,my mind tends to repress the boring,unremarkable part of memory.But here is what I am trying to sayEach tiny moment in life offers so much for us to judge,think and brood upon but we are so caught up in our past and in our future that we take the present for granted.The wheel of time keeps rotating and we are like that tiny point on the rim.,which knew it touched the ground a little while ago and will return to the ground again soon.,and it seems life is all about going in the same circle everytime.You know its easy to think that we can escape all this by taking a vacation,but that my friend would be a vacation in the quantum of space.To experience the supreme vacation we not only need to go to new places,but also do new things and think totally anew.That is something that would not only be a vacation in space,but one in space-time.