You never did read so much about travel-related problems five years ago. More so – now. Something about travel is in the news – in some manner. There is a whole lot of anger about the security that we now have to go through – including the scares, the there is a whole lot of sarcastic humour generated, like my good old friend writes about here.
But mostly, it is depressive. Deep down.
I am more cynical now – than I was – more than two years ago this day. I avoid flights as much as possible. I prepare 50 hours in advance of a 50 minute flight. Given a choice – I’d rather take the train or, if the landscape permits it – drive.
It is just a bit bearable on the train – with the constant reminders of ensuring that our bags are constantly possessed by our fear, and that un-possessed bags are reported – out of fear. Now – don’t get me wrong – I don’t mind the precaution – in fact – at some level it gives me a false feeling of security which I charm myself into believing.
But I did love my car. By far that was the safest and most peaceful mode of journeys I have ever had. Of course politics and geography are accessories in crime when it comes to killing the romance of travel. If I didn’t have to wait for five years to get all clearances – I think I would have driven all the way from Mumbai to London (yes – it is possible – technically). In any case – it’s good that I am not getting used to flights. The green terrorists are out to stop that too.
Luckily, not many can terrorise my mind.
PS: Lemar, talks about how it “It’s not that easy” in The Truth about Love, as I write this. And I so much believe in him.