When Chairman Mao remarked that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step he certainly wasn't talking about the vast expanse of Chinese territory that needed huge doses of progress systematically devastated by the evil force called communism.
Years, or better still, decades later, when not so long ago print advertisements of a famed booze maker etched the very same line as a statement complimenting its brand, I was least surprised.
Anyhow, it's neither Chairman Mao nor the fizz that interests me at the moment but the magnificent line itself that holds more meaning than what it appears to convey.
On 9th of February 2005, I was to take a similar step that saw me transported to a distant land - a land of dreams, desires and doldrums. 48 hours, 2620 odd kilometers and about nineteen hundred Indian rupees later, I stood on the heart of India.
New Delhi had accepted me into its flood of millions milling forward, all in a hurried quest for something I knew not then. Gathering myself, it was still a little uneasy to comprehend the feeling of having put an end to all that I'd been doing (programmed to do) all this long.
Ironically, the last piece of civilized text I read before embarking upon my journey was "Who moved my Cheese"
Now my cheese (or should I say 'paneer') was in this Hindian heartland. And my job was simple - go for it.
It is truly heartening indeed when one is on the verge of getting what one seeks. And to me, who is a person marked with simplicity of thought and action, the real search was for obscurity rather than identity. Strange it may seem to many but not after one realizes that after all, the winner of the rat race is the rat itself.
This blog is my story from that day of February which has purpoted to change my life, Forever.