National Highway I

“The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor.”

– Alfred Noyes


The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor. Voices said, we all live in a global village.

But I knew there was no village, no stop. National Highway. We all live in the National Highway. Every moment is a chosen disturbance, in which we press the pedal on some Interstate, some Autobahn,some national highway.

Is there a promise at the end of the highway, we really don’t know. We are highwaymen searching for hope,and yes, a little money for dope.

I’ve been on National Highway for a long time now. National Highway 7, the longest and 47, the shortest. Interstate 10, the murky one and Interstate 95, the speedway. The highway has grown on me over the years. Every week I see the spot opposite the fishing harbour where I first saw the sparkle in an eye, the spot where a truck ran over my friend from college, the spot where I first stayed away from home and we drank both day and night by the river, the spot where a colleague and his immediate family went under the wheels of a tourist bus. I see these places every week and am I expected to feel what I feel. It is a struggle to accept the highway without emotion. Perhaps, this,is life on the National Highway.

Everyone on the National Highway dreams of a final stop called ‘Settling down’. It is more than an excuse for the sorry state of our affairs, it takes the load off. I am not responsible for anything around me; I don’t belong here; No,this is just a pitch stop; I have great ‘hidden’ potential; If I want I can leave this place today; I won’t live here for the rest of my life, so I don’t need friends here; Give me two years, I will settle down somewhere by the sea in the mountains. Then Christmas comes, Easter, Happy Birthday comes, vishu, diwali comes. Year after year, all you see is the national highway, perhaps the geography changes, then one fine day, the cruel highway takes you, the way it killed my friend – out of the blue, like a clown does.

10 Responses to National Highway I

  1. July 22, 2007 at 3:17 pm #

    Nice analogy πŸ™‚
    And don’t know whether you are realizing it, but you seem to be developing your own writing style.
    And it’s very readable & enjoyable!!
    But just for me to be cruel & feel happy, here goes:
    ‘BVN, you are being slotted! Beware!’
    πŸ™‚

  2. July 26, 2007 at 1:27 am #

    what’s with this staccato fire burst of sentences? so where are we all highwaymen riding to? and at the end of the road, is there someone watching for us? for whom it would be worth ‘riding by moonlight though hell should bar the way’?

    its a long journey, life is…

  3. July 28, 2007 at 7:41 am #

    Settling down is an endless process…

    getting philosophical…huh…not that you werent earlier.. but πŸ˜›

  4. July 30, 2007 at 11:57 am #

    hheyy wat shud i call this a story ??
    because it has a twist…and climax…

    mashe…gambheeram avanundu…
    last randu postum…novalgia anallo..

    oru thrissur pooram varatte…:P

  5. July 30, 2007 at 1:22 pm #

    valare nalla comparison…

    After each post you are becoming more and more philosophical…enthaanithu sakhaave πŸ˜‰ ???

  6. July 31, 2007 at 7:42 am #

    BVN, I did not get it.
    also coz I am in too good a mood to understand anything πŸ˜›

    will read again then πŸ˜€

  7. August 8, 2007 at 2:11 am #

    The starting lines caught me … HAD to read on …one of my fav lines from a poem.

    πŸ˜€

    “It is a struggle to accept the highway without emotion.”

    It IS.

  8. August 9, 2007 at 4:37 pm #

    Rajesh, its the rain man :), slotted or groovy i’m not sure. there is some kick πŸ™‚

    Alakananda, end of the road, guess must be all alone πŸ™‚

    Alex, that is what pisses me off πŸ™‚

    Neermathalam, mazhayalle, padakamokke nananjirikunnu πŸ™‚

    Melquiades, ithenthoru user name? njan Babu ennu vilikkum πŸ™‚

    Neihal, I can understand…after all that travel :)))))

  9. August 23, 2007 at 6:13 am #

    u stuck at highway for a month???? is the 2nd part coming any time soon??

  10. August 31, 2007 at 8:01 am #

    Highway are roads of destiny. Your analogy is spot on. We dont know where we are heading to and we dont know which way we are going either.

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