THe BIG bANg

One wonders, while meandering through life, our destination at the end of our long road. A road with too many junctions to remember, too many red lights to stop at. Some floored, putting the pedal to the metal and going "Wooohooo!!!" into the wind. Others are more cautious, with roof and windows up against unexpected rain. And yet whether we are driving a good-for-nothing pile of metal with an engine attached or cruising at the backseat of a limousine, we always seem to get wet. How serious the sudden presence of too much moisture would then depend on whether we are wearing a water-proof, anti-exposure jacket or a dry-clean only suit.

And there would be many checkpoints along the way. Petrol kiosks fuel you up. A change of batteries to recharge your soul. A shopping spree at a roadside bazaar. An emergency toilet-break amongst the deserted bushes. Not all wil be planned. Most won't. Others are necessary. A handful would be just for the fun of it.

And the passengers. They who share the car with you, forever pointing at the directions you should take, at other cars driving past yours. They will irritate you. They will make you wish murder isn't against the law. But at the same time, they will be the ones to jerk you awake when you are about to fall asleep on the wheel. They are the ones you would be fighting to stay awake for( and who would be nagging at you to stop fro a break). And when in trouble, they will be the ones who would take the wheel, whether you want to or not, but always when you need them to.


Once in a while, you'd pick up that one special passenger that you hope would stay with you for the rest of your journey. They put an extra verve to the way you drive. From them, you'll learn when to speed up and when to slow down. They will teach you to balance between caring for them and keeping your eyes on the road. They will smack you senseless when you look at another passenger in another car. As you steer them along, remember that they have cars of their own too. And when they leave, bumps would seem to appear out of no where, and you would be tempted to stop. Sometimes to the extent of ending your journey there and then.

But bear in mind that the fuel in your tank should never be wasted and there are other passengers whose feelings ou would have to consider. The journey is still long but your chances of finding another 'special passenger' is just as high.

And what of the end of your journey? Would there be the proverbial pot of gold, always there at the end of every rainbow? Would you reach the ocean, vast and incomprehensible, to realise that there is always more to life? Would you reach the dreaded dead end, where you can either stay, despair and accumulate rust, or reverse, sometimes a long way, to pick another turn in the last junction. Maybe you would accidentally dive off a cliff, and realise that a car is a car and not a fighter jet.

Or, with a new found wisdom, you would realise that though your hands are old and lined, your fingers stained and bony, you would notice the younger, more energetic grip of your younger passengers. How eager they seem to be on their own way, to beging their own journey. It won't be easy surrendering the wheel to them. BUt you would know that you must. The engine still roars. The wheels still turn. The other cars won't ever stop comletely just for you. And so, the only thing to do would be to give your car over to your heirs. You will see them embark on a journey so much like yours, but one that is so different. And you are free to rest after a long journey, safe and content in the knowledge that though all roads are different. They all lead to the same place for all of us. Home......








It has been such a long time since I had avccess to a computer, much less blogged. Maybe i should find another analogy for life when i have the time. Using cars....i don't even have a freaking license!!!