Crossing the border

When we had planned the trip to Kuala lumpur by bus there were many apprehensions. My five year old boy was excited to see a new place. His excitement was contagious and we were also looking forward to it.So off we go from Singapore to KL by a bus. A double-decked one which were to be added to list of liking of my son.
The 5 hour long journey was a mixed feeling where initially you enjoy the scenic beauty but eventually look at your watch restlessly. The rubber plantation and other greenery are there to sooth your eyes for sometimes but then you can feel the scorching heat outside although tucked in an air conditioned bus.

The only fun was crossing the causeway, a small bridge that takes you from Singapore to Malaysia. How exciting isn't it! The sea seems to be a small bay and flanked by the two countries. So we cross the border and get ourselves cleared by the immigration and customs unlike the currant in the sea, the birds on the sky or the fish in the sea. They are free from the hassle of passport or visa. But the quiet border in both sides makes me to flash on my memories where I savour the hullabaloos of Bangladesh India border. Oh, how I miss the jhalmuri, daber jol and the shingara. Oh my Bengal of gold, I miss you a lot. :-(

          

Thinking aloud.....

There are few moments in life when you have enough time to sit down and ponder on what is the meaning of life. What is your ultimate goal in life or how do you enjoy it? Living a cosmopolitan life where you begin your day with corn flakes and milk followed by rushing towards bus stop or tube station and then dipping down your head into laptop or files, you hardly have a chance to think. This is what happens to us, the urban people. We are always in a motion. It may seem as the post modernists say: everything is in flux;  but in reality nothing changes. When you are in diapers, you're in the queue of getting into a good school. Your youth is spent to create a niche in the society with good job, status and so on. After achieving all those you cannot heave a sigh of relief because again you are in the same rat race where your offspring are performing. So how do we have the time to look at the morning sky and enjoy the azure rather than being anxious whether it will rain or not? Can we just sit idle in the winter sun and savour the warmth without calculating the cost of beach holiday? When was the last time you touched a dew drop with your toes? Just take a look back to yourself.