Big cities are a blessing
sometimes. Living in a small place like Goa, that too in a meager fifty something
acre campus, our scope of thinking gets limited. Sometimes it doesn’t even cross
the hostel room where one can spend hours wondering about things that are may
be just a myth. Myths that haunt, that divert us from reality and restrict us
from looking forward to something. Since there is almost negligible exposure to
the outer world, these thoughts create a claustrophobic cell around us, which,
after sometime, make it impossible to find a crevice that may let some light
in. Things just keep getting darker. At such a time, coming to a big city, sprawling
with people, embedded with tall structures, rushing at fast rhythm which leaves
no time to stay put and think, strangely becomes the source of the kind of
oxygen you badly needed. In the crowd you feel tiny and all the troubles that
you imagined you had, seem to dissipate in it. All your focus goes into
matching your pace with that city. Unlike the walls of the hostel room that
echoed your thoughts, the buildings around absorb them to a great extent. The
voice in your mind is silenced by the noise everywhere. Now sometimes, this is more relaxing than
sitting on a beach at sunset. Truly said, everything has its own benefits and
excess of everything is… dangerous.
