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WHEN JOURNEY MEANT MORE THAN DESTINATION…….






This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 25; the Silver Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'When Journey Meant More Than Destination'.




The topic for silver edition of B-A-T is somewhat challenging and of course tempting, for all it tests is your IMAGINATION; how far are you willing to take your IMAGINATION and then how-not-to ostensibly represent it. The 1st thought which occurred to my mind was a blasĂ© idea, yup you surmised it right: A LOVE STORY. What more can I imagine when given a topic, which isn’t a jargon and very much inclined to stupid-cupid-love story.
After the trite of these ideas, I finally ended up with something plausible (according to me) which prompted me to give it a go. Hope I will be just to my thoughts.
  
 This is a conversation between JOURNEY and DESTINATION, given the situation where Destination and Journey have come face to face, after a very long time.
Journey:  Nice to see you after a long time. Better to say, nice to meet you for the 1st time… so how do you do?

 Destination: (With a naĂŻve smile) I am always fine because I am the ultimate satisfaction for all... (Smiles with panache).

Journey:  That’s only because I put them through bad times, break them, and thwart them for putting efforts only to make them capable enough to match your persona. So after a grueling journey, they ought to satisfy themselves with destination. (Smiles back by with a wink and succinct sarcasm)

Destination: (Raising the eyebrows) well that’s a compliment in disguise for yourself and a consolation for me at last. So by deciphering your words, I educe that I hold a high position than you and you’re indeed my only employee.

Journey: (in a serious tone) not the one who gets paid in form of pelf and leads a luscious life. Firstly I don’t consider myself as an employee working for you. All I do is make people realize that their road to destination is through me and only the fittest can survive this.

Destination:  (Slight nodding of head evincing agreement) But the fact is they realize their destination is the only driving force behind the making of their journey. In fact, the more you test them, more they crave for me. I am the sole goal for them. Many times, ways hardly matter to those who run after me along with passion.

Journey:  Talking on the same page, it so happens that the passion to reach destination fades as time passes and very soon, unknowingly you like the journey, discovering new facets of your life, those facets which you were unaware of. Some fascinates you; some mesmerizes you while some makes you pensive. It thus makes you realize that happiness isn’t in carving out your Journey to destination, but it lies in carving Destination out of your Journey; with Destination being a respite for your Journey.

Destination: Even with that explanation of yours, it’s clear that Journey comprises of small, but umpteen Destinations. If you fail to fix up a Destination for yourself, you will keep wandering like an ocean; travel all possible parts with an aimless flow.
A man without Destination is like a lamp without oil.

Journey:  Man is a sojourner who enters the world in cradle and crawls up to his grave. All he does anxiously, is, deciding the Way his going to make up to his grave. Some choose a simple journey, some choose a complicated one. One’s journey is always remembered, be it either of the two.What entices is the essence of their journey, parameters on which they took their decisions when they were compelled to choose the way, and how far have they lived up to their own expectations and not others. Only then a journey gains its multitude importance, capable enough to prove their worth to everyone and this is the time (with gestures):
When Journey Matters More Than Destination,
Filled Of Unlimited Exultation,
You Learn More Than Expectation,
With Right Preparation,
To Annihilate Your Virtual Suffocation,
And Thus, Lighten Up Your Life.








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Comments

  1. Interesting dialogue between Journey and Destinations.

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  2. Beautiful thoughts penned down bro....nailed it..!!!
    Last dialogue of journey,man is a sojourn......very well said..!

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    1. thank you for reading it. i am glad the dialogue was liked by me.

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  3. When Journey Matters More Than Destination,
    Filled Of Unlimited Exultation,
    You Learn More Than Expectation,

    very true, i liked the way u portrayed true happenings in words,:)

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    1. yes that was the idea behind it.. thanks for commenting

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  4. A new perspective to the topic...
    i am with the journey though..Its the journey that makes and shapes a person's character and destiny .. nicely written :)

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    1. i guess 'new perspective and logic' was the reason behind writing this and i have tried my best to do so :)

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  5. Nicely done personification. Interesting read. All the best for BAT.

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  6. That was quiet truthful random conversation.No wonder many times destination changes during the journey itself ! :) Nicely woven !

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  7. very interesting conversation between Journey and Destination.. SmileS...!

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  8. liked the conversation style writting...
    Best of Luck for BAT!!

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    1. i am glad you liked it since it is my first attempt in doing so :)

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  9. Unique way of handling the topic.. and very interesting at that.. ATB for BAT

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  10. A very innovative take on the topic.. very philosophical...good one...

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  11. Quite beautiful!

    All the best! :)

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    1. ohh.. thanks.. it means a lot from a veteran blogger like you :)

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