Conduits

Now to your question as to why do we make such conduits. The answers are complex though not impossible.

These are basically ``get-aways`` for us. They take us to what we miss in our lives. Thats one point. Secondly, we humans are always looking for change in their lives. These changes are not easy to come by. You cannot change your job or your house every now and then. And when the changes in our real lives are not possible, we do not stop. We bring them about in our mental lives or in our dream-worlds or in thought -process. These conduits represent nothing but our desire for a change.

I dont think that there can be any positive or negative side of these conduits. They remain in our minds. They cant change us normally but yes..they can play havoc with us if the longing for something or some place is too great. That it starts affecting our normal lives. Entering the conduit during bed-time is fine..or rather it will be healthy..but entering the same conduit during working or say during driving can be dangerous.

All in all ,I feel that these conduits are an essential part of our lives, a part of our self. They have remained with us always and will remain so.

Nothing harm in them. They are to be enjoyed..but yes..with some caution.

An interesting idea or thought.

If I had such a ``conduit`` or a ``gateway`` or simply``get-away`` where would I go?? America, Germany, Japan.....ammmm..no. I think I would expect my conduit to take me somewhere with a lightining speed and when I am out on the other end...I find myself.....wow...right in the middle of the Universe with galaxies, stars and planets shining in the dark sky all around me. I would stand on a meteorite with my hands stretched and move freely in the space. Sometimes, I would sit on the head of a comet and move around aimlessly. The Earth would look a blue spot at a great distance. Would I return back?? ....ammm No. Zameen ki roshiyon sey aasmaanon key andherey zyada acchey hain( The darkness of the skies is much better than the lights of the Earth). I will continue to swim in the vast ocean of emptiness..do I expect to meet someone special there.....whom on earth we know as God. If I do meet Him, would love to take a long interview ..the most unique interview ever in the histories of interviews...Wow,,kitna maza ayega...and that too when the creator is in the front of His creation.........and answering questions.......

Thank you Jawahara for giving us an opportunity to insight reality truly nostalgic and homey. I too used to see a door long long back when I was a very little kid. You will be taken aback to know it was then when I was potty trained and was given the opportunity to sit on flush just like my elder sibling who had been practicing this for quite a few years. Before that I was sitting outside his door on my potty pot waiting to scream when he used to finish.
Sitting in toilet is a very thought-provoking process and I figured that out gradually with time. Most of them time I would be shouting the little bits of Quranic ayats I read from school or listened from the Maulvi Saab. My mother became vexed at this and told me it’s not the place to say holy words. But my grandpa confirmed that it’s not a foul practice but quoted that some Imam said it’s very consecrated to remember god while you are in bathroom. Anyways that was one of un-necessary reasons of my long stays in washrooms.
But one day I saw that there is a little key-hole at wall in my right. I looked to it closely and then my imagination started to escape through it. It opened and I was in a secret room which has been eloquently furnished to amuse me. Red carpets, big sofas and long wide windows. The tables were filled with bunties, chocolates and chips. I had a secret agent who used to fill the edible junks every 15 minutes. I am surrounded by my favorite toys, horses and bears and I am lying on floor lazily and reading suspense novels. I and my secret-seven friends catch a criminal by our devious strengths and abilities to inspect and investigate every week with our binoculars hanging around neck.
That room was devoid of Baigan, Palak and other diverting veggies and no broken legged and extremely simple chairs and ugly looking noisy charpais in the main room. It was like everything to dream of to feel joyful.
I am into my imaginings through and wise out but sometimes when I dream deep I see myself in my old house imitating any hullabaloo making me feel at my dwell.

An interesting idea - this conduit. (I must confess I never imagined one personally.) A bit like eating the cake and having it, too. The article appears to be a bit rushed - I think you could have done a few more things with it. It especially appears to fizzle out toward the end. I personally feel that many times the image we carry in our minds stays stagnant while the old country keeps changing and every visit back ``home`` invariably calls for recalibration.