I am running away from reality, as fast as i could.
and trying not to look back, so as to prevent my eye from tearing.
Midnight adventure
Saturday, September 27, 2008
"You will find an adventure an every turn if one small thing is forgotten. Or goes wrong." Last night was an adventure and something that has never happened before. One of the guys in the apartment complex where I live got hurt and went out to help him. In the midst of chaos of getting him to taxi, instructing another friend, I forgot to pick keys to my apartment. Once the guys drove away, it struck that I was locked out of my apartment. It was a cold night, I was in my night wear, flip flops and my cell phone with hardly three Franks balance left. After making a call to my friend (by the way I am really glad I have friends who can help me at any time of the day or night in this case) he picked me up in a taxi. I could not go back to the apartment as there was no one inside anymore. I slept over this friend's place last night. On top of all this, I have to catch a flight tonight and have loads of packing to do. No matter how well one plans for future, one wrong turn in the path and the whole future becomes different. I wonder, what would have happened if I had not taken a taxi after my dinner and instead taken a bus. I would not have helped the guy in apartment complex and I would be typing something lame in this blog from my apartment itself. Everything happens for a reason. Most of the time this reason remains unknown. Sometimes, these reasons make you skid and scrap your knees. When you take a moment to sit down and recover from the sudden jerk, the reasons that eluded had eluded senses in the past comes to give a sudden clarity. After seeing the guy alone in his room, hurt, bleeding and unconscious, the first thought that came to my mind was - It could have been me. When I was waiting for my friends to arrive, I had ample of time in my hands to think over what had happened over last couple of hours. Ever since the dawn of civilization, man has never been a lone creature. Man was always part of a pack or a group and slowly moved to social structure where the size of the group reduced but man was never alone, per Se. Having independence is good; living alone is good too. But at the cost of what? During the time of need, no man is independent. We have been and will always be dependent on another human; be it for primal purposes or for the sake of companionship. I wonder, if I were to live alone and something would happen to me and if I had no friends with whom I would talk constantly, would anyone miss me for sometime? If I was back at home in India, then its a different story. But in a foreign country, living the way I currently live, what would have happened? Suddenly, I am very scared of being alone. (My friend has promised to talk to me every half an hour once. I am so grateful for that.)