After movie no. 5 and close to more than 10 hours on this
Trans Atlantic flight from Doha to Buenos Aires, I have started to get the
familiar feeling. That this journey simply doesn’t seem to end. I have been
here and done this many a times and it amazes me that even now the 17 hours to
Buenos Aires from Doha seem to be so long.
So here I am doing what I have done on my previous flights
after having the waters, seeing the movies, talking to my tourists (comes at
the end of the hierarchy), writing. This might end up in the ‘documents’
section without actually going online like many of my previous in flight ‘out
of boredom’ and sort of ‘hey don’t be lazy write something’, kind of
scribbling.
The continent of South America is where I am headed and this
might be the first year where I would take three journeys in a year. It is not
about the numbers. Well, just a little bit, but it is more about how much this
continent and what I feel for it has made me do things here. Especially in the
past 6 months.
I choose not to use this space to talk about my profession
and just keep it to the idea of travel, but hey, travel is my profession. Like
in one of the movies I saw sometime back, the actor says to some guy, “hey what
do you think, I am a travel agent or something’?
Why is travel agent such a not so upto it kind of a term in
my vocabulary. Why, when someone asks me, “hey, what do you do for a iiving”?
do I say, “oh I travel for a living” and not simply reply as “I am a travel
agent”. Well, I kind of think a travel agent just issues air tickets and makes
travel arrangements and I like to create. Create an itinerary which will change
the way a traveler perceives a country.
I have had my share of doubting the above but I mostly sleep
well at night knowing that I am not just a travel agent.
Well, I had said I wouldn’t speak about my profession. And
here I am. But what does one speak of when that is all one has been at?
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