Roads, more travelled

No young boy can forget the fascination of travelling with his father on a two-wheeler in a big city and the way he would find his way home each time you go out with him. His vehicle can travel faster than you can count the trees on the roadside. It is almost musical to feel the air…

What is scaring, is the way he takes a sharp turn (you dare trying this with your tricycle). Occasionally, if you ask a question in between, he would turn to you and that may upset his rhythm and you say to yourself “ouch!”. Nothing happens.  He is calm and just continues to do what he is doing. Finally, he reaches the same road, the only road you can recognize.

After several years of impatience, you finally get a chance to see the city on your own.  There is no one travelling with you or no one to ask untimely questions to you the way you would do to your father.  You start. You have some idea of the place you want to visit because you have travelled a fair bit on your bicycle by now.  However, there is a lot, which you don’t know anything about.  Inspite of going through maps, you end up stopping at least three times on the way asking others for directions. You somehow reach your place.  You face similar problems on the way back because you have to take a different route.  You say to yourself, “this is just not the way”.

You stop for a while.  You close your eyes and recollect the unforgettable experience of travelling with your father to unknown places.  You recollect how he thinks directions in his mind and easily tells you which way to go.  You start again and feel the air again. Very soon, you know that you are on the right track.

You wonder, whether you learnt spatial awareness from your father or it is an instinctive behaviour. You know that your dad could do it, because he has travelled a lot.  Then you recognize that you have some instinct and you also have a great dad!


10 thoughts on “Roads, more travelled

  1. This one touched a chord! That is so true! Being a good driver is part instinct and many a part observation! You observe how good a driver your dad is and you try to pick up on that! After all, you have to be “his successor” in everything! You have to measure up! So, it makes one feel responsible and proud at the same time!

  2. I did not understand the part where you say that, “You recollect how he thinks directions in his mind”. How can one do that?!!
    And through out this page, you are just being Romantic aren’t you? 🙂
    I never thought of you like this! Or that you could think this way!
    Well, congratulations, you have just expressed something deep, without being technical or being comical about it. You were always good being comical; and technical, oh boy! It reached all of them.
    But, what you have written here is not an easy one to express. But, reality is an essential part of Romanticism. Lets see how you proceed with this genre, in this direction. Best of luck…. 🙂

  3. your article seemed to talk of the feelings of a boy who learnt his way on the bike(or scooter or whatever). But as the article proceeds, it seems to take a deeper meaning. I mean, I never would think of my dad when exploring the city roads. The article seems to want to say about a path taken while exploring not the way around some place but the way around when we face situations in life. We do seem to feel good about ourselves if we could handle a tough situation. We will seem to think that “father would be happy about it” only to realise they had much higher expectations. I liked this one a lot.

  4. father is always a larger than life character for most of them. in general he comes in different flavors at every stage of life.

    First he will be the super hero and then a violent psychopathic man who hits you though you are correct (according to you). And at one stage you feel like you are much better than your father. Later you realize that you are not, but at that stage .. he will be in his cradle.

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