Travelog

Jet lag takes a heavy toll of me-Invariably leads to stuffed nose or Blocked ears…Feel like a cursed one…Blame it on my …..God damn Chronic Sinus problems..The only thing which keeps me going is the nuggets of memories…which gets lodged and get embedded into my DNA ..leaving an indelible stamp on my mind….Every town/country has it’s magic spots/ moments..which haunts you…forever….
Travel shows/ books are tools to be avoided completely as it ends up making your entire plan -programmed…taking away the joy of exploring…Many of my escapades has been ruined –going by the books…I have over the years..mastered the art of a being a drifter….

Amman- 29/07 was meant to be an official meet..but the Almighty had his own script…Westerners found it to be a security threat and the last minute changes reached me late…again I had to face the brunt of being planned and programmed and landing two days earlier to acclimatise and do my exploring…..

It is always the down-town area of a city which excites me….Vibrant ..and enigmatic…you can sink in, with no trace..Mandatory to be anchored in a decent hotel…with all your details clearly high-lighted….Únless, you want a Mighty Heart posthumously dedicated to you –Pearl of an advise…Euphemistic me…Still better than mixing voyeuristic pleasure and money making …producing a tribute movie for a lost soul…..Pitty-Lie, ….ooops..the drifter in me takes over..

Early morning walk to the Friday souk ( flea market )with the azaa’n in the back ground…Vendor’s getting geared up with their wares…setting booby traps for the innocent tourists..I still can’t decipher why artifacts collection has to be part of your travels…Westerners stick by this religiously..Is it due to their imperialistic past ?

Me..I was in Petra..thats the sand grains…collected 13 seconds before the storm..thats the dead sea’s 4 droplets..in an amber bottle..so much for posterity..Vanity..
 
I can’t connect..memento’s are the dirty T shirt worn on the ride to Jeraish..thats the scar from falling from the Camel..in Petra.. I am all for Pics’..they vouch for your presence..Moment is frozen..Relive..Rejoice..gives solace ..You are a part of the history..Imagine a clay pot made in Irbid by your hands..with the potter clicking your pics..End result..potter messes it up with the pics…with u in the right-most corner of the frame..and you reciprocate…making a clay pot..having pseudopodium’s all around..Pride of place in your Trophy room…You are a creator…

to be contd.