A weekend and a million thoughts

  I'm trying to develop a habit of getting up earlier than usual in weekends, take my cycle and drive to some far locations , preferably Beasant Nagar beach. Besant Nagar has become my favorite perch in the city. That too in twilight. As usual I defeat the formidable urge to go back to sleep and find my cycle. Still Sun has not completely stretched out its rays on us. I plug in mild songs to my ear drum. My playlist is a mixture. I start with a Ennio Morricone, travel with him for a short while and then meet Ilayaraja, ARR, Ravindran Master, a blend of Tamil, Hindi and Malayalam songs that keep me think peacefully. As I step on my pedal, I realise that I'm actually pedaling my thoughts. The eternal question that haunts the Human kind haunts me as well! The question of Who I'm and the purpose of this life... Then I jump to a retrospective mode as I rewind my memories. I question myself in abstract ways possible- "Am I caring my family? We are all social beings, looking after us- our family. Am I doing that part right? Do I really care for them? If so, What actions prove that I actually care?" "Or may be I'm one in the lot that thinks for the humanity as a whole- across boundaries and borders, spreading love and compassion! But no, I remember expressing deeper hate on someone whom I don't personally know. How can I be spread love , when I myself can literally hate something/someone?" "I know I'm self centered. I don't want others to invade my path. I live for my own satisfaction. But I did feel happy when I gave someone I didn't know his morning tea. I did experience the dejection when a friend of mine felt depressed. I sensed a feel of unbounded happiness when I cheered him up!" "So if not self-centric, I must be eccentric then, like some of my colleagues comically point out."

A Bessy Morning! 

Songs keep on changing. I park my cycle near a Corporation dustbin. I carefully lock her up. Then I call Chezhiyan only to know that he has arrived already. I meet him and we proceed to Adayar Estuary for birding. Birding has introduced me some people who I have constantly kept me curious about my surroundings. Chezhiyan is one among those finest person who I look up to for his perseverance and dedication in things that he is progressing. As we move towards the broken bridge of Adyar Estuary, earth has gradually turned to allow the Sun rise a further up in the sky. Its rays now warming me up , deleting all my stubborn thoughts. It's time for Bird Watching!!!