THE BOY PILGRIM

THE GOATS MUST BE CRAZY
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I just didn’t get it .
Never been much of a traveler. Travel round the world , see new places , new faces , the constant thrill of discovery and adventure ? The only discovery I made lately , was the term cliché.
I loved the safe confines of my room, and the TV more than made up for the adventure and discovery bit.

that was until I saw.
for myself.
with my own eyes.

“freedom of excretion”

Rajdhani express,
non-ac window seat.

Little goats , big goats squatting , dustladen faces, some betraying signs of struggle, all lined up neatly right outside my window, up and down the hapless railway tracks, enjoying their freedom of excretion.
And as the summer breeze wafted in the startling smell of freedom through the open window, it got me to thinking .
why the railway tracks ?
why facing the train ?
why in a straight line no less ?
why time it with the train ?
why not before ?
why not after ?
why not the sugarcane fields nearby?
why not ... a newspaper , at least the cover story ?

and so , I realized I had made a fatal mistake.
I had written off my traveler friends too easily.
This right here proves there are unsolved mysteries yet in this world, new forms of freedom to be discovered, new sights and smells to ponder over, and this was most likely what had brought my bagpacking frens halfway round the world to India and beyond.To meditate on these very troubling questions on the banks of the ganges with the yogic master. HAHA ( just kidding.)

Anyway , this experience was my initiation into the amazing, stupefying, at times enlightening world of travel and discovery.
My conclusion: must travel the world , plenty more goats out there.HAHA