Enroute to Shimla. Or maybe Mashobra. Wherever that is. Having been born without a sense of direction eventhough most people from Shillong are generally walking compass`, I rely on the GPS to take us to Moolchand (yes, thats a real name) and from there we head on to the Grand Trunk Road. Thats a serious piece of well named tarmac. Very few road trips have routes with such evocative sounding names eventhough Delhi has its share of well named roads. Yup, theres the East Coast Road down south when you drive to Pondy from ugly Chennai and so on, and you can drive on the western ghats or simply go to Cherrapunjee, which even without the road being well named is all evocative and so on.
Breakfasted on some leftover cheesecake which really is the breakfast of champions don’t you know.
4 by 4 teaches you a lot about real life. General stuff like look before you leap, off roading is best not done solo, don`t spread your legs wider than your blanket etc etc.
Ofcourse, if it has implications on life. It will have implications on the commentary about life too. Like heuristics and behavioral economics. Heard of the slippery slope in ethics ? It basically means how a series of small transgressions will :
i) lead to larger and larger trasgressions.
ii) finally lead to big stuff. Even fraud.
The word fraud is interesting and generally has amusing consequences for onlookers. Similar in many ways to the word Freud. But that is another story. Maybe even the Mother of all stories. However, coming back to offroading and life. An LSD (Limited Sip Differential not the stimulant) is a complex piece of machinery that simply varies power to each wheel when you are stuck in the mud. (Yes, talk about a simplistic explanation, if there was one.)
My (far fetched) point is that in life too, if we have many pots on the fire, or many moving wheels, there are less chances of us slipping. If there are more things than just work which make us happy there are less chances of us doing wrong at work, simply because the trade off is not as great. This holds equally true for those whose primary “pot” isnt work too. Students cheating on exams etc etc.
Moral of story : When you find yourself slipping, apply some of the power elsewhere.
The evening wore on, like it always does. From the Beautiful Before Dusk to the shapeless During Dusk and finally melded into the evocatively named but utterly featureless Negligee Night.
Neons and traffic and the sound of music is how the movie makers show a city night. With pretty women and cocky men. But the Negligee Night is also the endgame. Spent souls returning their spent minds to parking lots. Their heads filled with what Tomorrow entails, since ToNight is merely a transit stop between ToDay and ToMorrow.
In a way, its money that you have but which you have already spent in your mind. So you feel poorer by that much already even though you still have it.
Poorer on the inside too, as the day wears out, the night wears you out.