(Bong) Land Ahoy!
Life takes you places.
It really does. Sitting in a crammed auto, wading our way through the bustling 2 meter wide road on our way to the ‘happening’ Tribeni market, I couldn’t help having the feeling. And interestingly, I couldn’t help comparisons with similar Sunday sojourns on similarly laden autos to the temple town across the bridge on the river kwai. This is what life has reduced to, one could say. Comparing auto rides in Bongland and Gultland. Yes m’boy, life indeed takes you places.
People, people and more people. In all shapes and sizes – spherical, cubical, tetrahedral, even two-dimensional. With all sorts of banners and posters, and funny looking slogans. With apparently no work to do, except somehow merge with the identity of banners, posters and slogans. Things happen in Bongland. Atleast purportedly, they do.
There is such a stuporous languor to this place that one cannot help but get affected. The air itself is heavy with drowsiness. The birds chirp away to torpor. The moles and squirrels while their time away to lassitude. Nothing moves. Atleast, nothing that is not made to, much to its chagrin. Violating the first half of the law of inertia is almost a criminal infringement.
Survival is a difficult art. Survival in face of sustained temptation to let go and drown in the honeydew of life is difficult still. Tribeni provides a good challenge!
It really does. Sitting in a crammed auto, wading our way through the bustling 2 meter wide road on our way to the ‘happening’ Tribeni market, I couldn’t help having the feeling. And interestingly, I couldn’t help comparisons with similar Sunday sojourns on similarly laden autos to the temple town across the bridge on the river kwai. This is what life has reduced to, one could say. Comparing auto rides in Bongland and Gultland. Yes m’boy, life indeed takes you places.
People, people and more people. In all shapes and sizes – spherical, cubical, tetrahedral, even two-dimensional. With all sorts of banners and posters, and funny looking slogans. With apparently no work to do, except somehow merge with the identity of banners, posters and slogans. Things happen in Bongland. Atleast purportedly, they do.
There is such a stuporous languor to this place that one cannot help but get affected. The air itself is heavy with drowsiness. The birds chirp away to torpor. The moles and squirrels while their time away to lassitude. Nothing moves. Atleast, nothing that is not made to, much to its chagrin. Violating the first half of the law of inertia is almost a criminal infringement.
Survival is a difficult art. Survival in face of sustained temptation to let go and drown in the honeydew of life is difficult still. Tribeni provides a good challenge!
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