The author gives this peculiar thing this tag for he doesnt know what else to call it.
Prof. Lyn Chat of IIM-C psychoanalytical excellence fame would allude this whole state to the shadow concept. An inner subconscious state of oneself which stays away from one’s awareness.
Anyway … the introspective blah apart, here’s what happened …
The path from office at Prabhadevi (Mumbai) to Wadala East (Mumbai) is around 8 KM . Generally it would be best to take a cab and get back home in a jiffy (well ..around 20-25 min actually! a relativistic “jiffy” , considering the a**-paining Mumbai traffic)
But then I chose to walk …walk back from office. Then I wondered why I am doing it…
Not at all! I do go to the gym, run et al, get my share of rationally recommended exercise.
So whats the point in dragging a tired work-beaten body across the polluted , over-crowded roads of Mumbai where every second passer-by makes it a point consciously or sub-consciously to make you think he’s going to spit his red paan on you…
Yeah right ! The path goes via Dadar where you find super-fat aunties in super-fatter dresses wrestling away with the moving vehicles.
Mumbai streets would hardly match upto the Saturday night club areas of Europe, would they ? 😛
Observe the many slums ..social worker style?
I do feel bad for the poor. I mourn their poverty amidst cruel civil disparity. In spite of a growing economy. And Mumbai is full of them. But I am no Mahatma. I confess that I don’t fancy walking along slums. Sadly,at that moment, my instinctive annoyance at the shabbiness of slums along the road and irritation of the stench overpowers any sense of mourning for the poor.
Frugally saving some bucks ?
Hmm ! I can surely afford a cab , pretty far away from bankruptcy at present 🙂
Then why …
The old, wise and slightly twisted English genius, Prof. Marathe, who taught us English when I was 17 , once said,
“Everything seems at least close to “fine” in life. Distant Memories and unseen paranoia apart, you have no obvious/practical reason at the moment to feel worried. Its all in place But yet, you want to think , think of nothing per se, but think in a way a gloomy worry-laden man would be lost in thoughts.”
That is the Marathe Syndrome! A subtle episode in your cognition which is not exactly explainable by any level of determinism. But when one just prefers to walk because it increases one’s time to think, about nothing yet everything ….
Dialogue of the day: (from the feature film, Kingdom of Heaven)
Balian of Ibelin: What is Jerusalem worth?
[walks away a good deal, then turns back and rolls his slightly raised hands in fists]