Banned imagination

inspired by what we see, and read

A music player with an earphone, or a book; I thought those where compulsory essentials for people traveling more than thirty minutes every day by train. It takes me about an hour to work, and like everyone else I read or listen to something.

Although I’m not sure of its exalting elements, I don’t hesitate to self-aggrandize whenever possible about my daily one hour trip to work. Just when my ego had reached it’s zenith, I began to meet co-workers who travel more than one hour. Then I met another who covered an hour and thirty minutes worth of distance. My ego trip completely crashed after I met a colleague whose route consumes an incredible two hours and thirty minutes.

Commuting for two hours every day? Seriously a book or a music player won’t be enough. There has to be something else. Out of curiosity, I asked my colleague how he utilizes “a two hours of train ride” to work – every day. His reply was “nothing”. Emotionless and unaffected by my excitement, he went about his business. I stood for few minutes pondering what kind of man travels for two hours on the train, just sitting there – and doing nothing!

Sometimes people make passive comments that are seemingly trivial and insignificant, but then you look back and are bewildered by the substance of it.

Now that I have more questions than answers, only one means exists by which I can ascertain; how a person can commute for two hours on the train, and not be bored into one act or the other. The next day, I was ready to find out. Just before I jumped on the train, I made sure to put beyond reach my music player, lest I fall for temptation. I will busy myself doing just one thing, and that is – nothing.

Experience they say is the best teacher? True. I now know what my friend was doing on the train; he was using his imagination. As awkward as it sounds, thinking consumes time, and it can be rewarding. For the whole trip I touched nothing, looked at noting “deliberately”. I just sat there doing nothing, or so it seemed? In actuality I was thinking. I thought about stuff people could do on the train to save time.

Laundry! Instead of washing every night at home, I can use my free time on the train to wash, on-the-go. As spacious as the train is, how come there is no washing machine? One has to improvise sometimes. With the good-old bucket, a gallon of water and soap, I can happily do my laundry on the train.

Is it possible to bring a treadmill or some weights? Morning exercise, an hour of working out in the train will certainly serve me some packs.

A television is vital for live update. Instead of a laptop I can carry a TV. Of course I will apologize for all inconveniences brought upon bewildered strangers co-traveling with me.

How about a grill? Rather than standing in the corner of the train, munching some cheap sandwich for breakfast, I can grill some meat seating down. The train will have to undergo minor modification; put a round chair and replace the cooler on top with a vent.

My misconception that spare time is reserved exclusively for music and books is debunked. My once limited senses were freed. Any suggestion that our imagination be banned from roaming wild is henceforth totally preposterous.

Banned

That passion will always be waiting

Nine long years! This is unbelievable! It is just amazing. After nine years I have come full circle to what was once and will always be my true avocation; writing!

Imagine this:

Recently I started to consider blogging. Just to be clear, there was no angelic visitation; it wasn’t a sudden flash of light or any supernatural occurrence like that either. In my opinion; university degree is not a prerequisite if you want to write (it will help, don’t get me wrong). You don’t have to be that genius whose massive head is constantly erupting with content and ideas, in order to feel like writing. On the contrary, it is possible to be an ordinary Joe or Stan and still have strong urge to write something.

I know WordPress is the place where bloggers meet, so it was the first blogging website I wanted to check out today. What started out as a routine registration turned out to be a big surprise? For some reason my registration was not conducting smoothly — “the email was already in use”. What? “Wait a minute”, by who? Was it possible for two people to have same email addresses? In seconds those questions race through my alarmed senses. Seriously how was I to recall that I have opened an account with this awesome site nine years ago?

With no time to waste further, I went into recovery mode. My next paramount task was to remember my old passwords. Fortunately one of the passwords worked, and once again I was able to see my page, the first words that caught my attention was the first, and my only post; “Hello World”. Filled with a floating nostalgia I exclaimed, “wow!” then I patted my 8 months computer gently (as though it was responsible for keeping this future alive).

Well that’s it, the story ends here. Nevertheless I continue to ponder the possibility – that a passion for an art once developed, never dies? Certainly only genuine interest in writing will take a person full circle and back to a topic that began nine years earlier.

By now my once lost memories were starting to drip back; so now I remember it was my first year in college, that I started this blog with the hope of filling it with articles. Since then nine years have passed just like that, and with it the stories I wanted to tell at the time. Folks I can’t be blamed right? After all between writing academic/research papers, stressing to graduate from college, and setting up a life after college; you too would probably forget about some “insignificant” webpage.

For your take away – it doesn’t matter how you bumped into this article today, but I can imagine that you are enjoying your love of reading and writing, no? Okay! Maybe not at this very moment alright? Still I dare to point to a hobby within your soul, an interest that is not currently at the center of your focus, just waiting for the right moment. Always be on the lookout because one day it will emerge. For some reason we humans always have things work out for us in a way that we supposed unlikely, that hobby you grew up thinking about and developing emotions for will one day surprise you, it will always be waiting.

Waiting