How much land does the man need?
Leo Tolstoy posed this famous question in 1886 to the mankind. Had he been alive in this age of flying, I am sure, he would have definitely re-framed it. It would be, ‘How much baggage does the man need?’
This very awakening occurred to me when my left arm denied obeying my brain’s supremacy to control its action. This mutiny was initially dealt with a forceful compliance and in return the left arm sent the pulses of pain! The brain had to abandon its commands and instead rake the memory for the root cause. A few minutes of searching the labyrinth of the gyrus and sulcus, Mr Brain turned his eye of fury towards me. Before I could realize, I was put behind the bars under the charge of “not travelling light”!
When I sat and applied an ice pack on the grumpy shoulder to coax it to turn around, I had me to blame and Leo Tolstoy for company!
It so happened that I had to visit my native for a short round trip over the week end. A small hand bag was enough to pack my essentials. I was happy on two counts. One for not requiring me to stand in the queue to drop my luggage and get the boarding pass at the airline counter, web check-in coupled with bag drop facility at the terminal was enough. Second one for not needing me to wait for the baggage to arrive on the luggage belt, saving me some precious time.
My happiness was short lived. As I mentioned earlier, I was returning from native! I think this itself is enough a hint. The lure of organic manure, some home-grown saplings, few farm-fresh organic products and homemade ghee (specially made by my mother for her grandchildren) was irresistible. Returning from native without sweet-meats and snacks from the “world famous” (that’s per me) sweet shop would have been blasphemous. So there were few kilos of them too!
As I was packing my stuff, my hand bag proved insufficient to accommodate this extended haul of assortments. I had to borrow a handbag from my mother. Checking its weight by approximation, I mean lifting it in one hand and guessing its weight, based on history of my travel with two kids in tow, I realised that I would have to check-in the bag and won’t be allowed to carry as the cabin bag. So be it, I had thought.
Here the seeds of my sorrow were sown! Lifting the same, with single hand, from the luggage belt upon my return added to it. And then followed my misery… Though I justified my thought behind carrying the precious stuff from native, to myself precisely, my body did not find it worthy. It protested and I had no option but to confess, again to myself, that it was really not required!
Life’s lesson registered in bold and italics, ‘Travel light‘.
Looking back at the experience, I feel, is it not true for life as well? We pick up things in the journey of life, in the spur of the moment, unknowingly adding to weight to our spirit. Can I not stop for a moment and refrain from getting sold to the pull of attractions and attachments? Probably this way I would enjoy the journey of life with much more pleasure and less pain!
Linking this post to #MondayMusings by Corrine Rodrigues of EverydayGyaan