Of course, I said confidently and started walking. After
passing a couple of similar glass-and-concrete buildings, I was confused to see
a long stretch of under construction properties. I was about to ask for
directions, when I noticed my building behind this property. I took a right.
Reaching a fork, I took a right again, and then another right.
I reached the exact same spot I was in about 45 minutes back.
Furthermore, tantalisingly ahead, the name of my office gleamed merrily. I was
100% sure it wasn’t there when I had started on this merry-go-round around
some random office complex.
If you are assuming that I am one of those bimbo girls who
cannot understand directions well, who stares blankly at maps, who goes glassy eyed once she is out of the bus, who is mortally scared of driving, who throws up
her hands helplessly while travelling and leans very heavily on her partner to
lead her to light, you are absolutely right. To my credit, I have
well-developed radars and intuitions every girl is blessed with – they just go
haywire the moment I step out of my house.
Now, this was never a problem in Chennai, the land of the
buses. With an amazing public transport like that, I could easily reach any
destination I wanted. But with Mumbai and my affinity to its trains, I started
getting lost way too frequently to be comfortable.
So, I did what any girl would do - I went shopping, and got
a phone with google maps.
The maps opened up a whole new lucid world to me – despite my hazy
glasses and vague outlook towards directions ("Take right.. uhh.. left...uhh.. (touch shoulder to determine direction)... right only anna"), I could actually talk coherently
to auto-wallahs, and could reach places on time. I could confidently rattle
names of places in cities I had never visited before. Life was simple and
smooth again, until I realised that the maps, like humans, were not dependable.
Take the following sample cases:
1.
Case 1 - Zeroing in: Travelling in an auto in
Pune, I was diligently following his progress through the maps, when I realised that
we had crossed the destination. I asked him to stop (despite
his protests that it was further down), and start walking around trying to
figure out where I had to go. I was
either crossing the spot or moving away from it. About half an hour later, I finally
thought about zooming in the maps, found that it was indeed further down, and located the company – about 45 minutes late.
2.
Case 2 - No Man’s Land: My heart belongs to
Chennai buses ( and I am sure I have drilled that information down my readers' throats way too many times already) . So
despite all the travel concessions available, I decided to take a bus to
Ambattur Industrial Estate. I reached the place within 15 minutes, opened my maps
and searched for SIDCO industrial estate – straight ahead apparently. So, I
start walking.
20 minutes later, I
realised that the sun was right above my head, I was near collapse, and in the
middle of nowhere. I was beginning to slightly panic, since the spot was still
about 1 km away. The Lord, working in his usual Aalavandaan (smug ruling) ways, thankfully sent an
auto-wallah, who after ominous sentences ("You have left Ambattur long back. Girls like you should not be in
such roads ma”) dropped me back. I got lost again after that, but that would make this post way too long.
3. Case 3 - Multiple lanes: I was supposed to go to the 1st
main road in Ambattur (different day, same location – this industrial estate
defeated my energy and soul – so much so that I vowed to never go back without
a guide and multiple moral boosting personnel). So, on came my maps, and I
started giving directions for the 1st main road – we went through mud
roads, grass & shrubs and railways crossings to reach a road barely wide to
let a man through. After about three more similar results, I gave up
and came back.
I realised then that the Lord, with his divine abilities, created all of us with a purpose. Some of us have to start a revolution and bring about a change. Some have to be corrupt for the good to shine through. Some are great architects forming a city, and some have to destroy it. It takes people their whole lifetime to find the purpose of their lives and their role in the universe. About a week back, I finally found mine.
My purpose is to meander aimlessly – to perennially search for my destination and finally give up and ask for directions.
