Sometimes I wonder whether knowing the outcome of a certain situation would make it easier or harder to go through it.
While the verdict on that was still out - I found myself stuck in yet another wet rainy traffic jam this side of the world. Believe me when I say so, traffic jams are every authors fuel for thought and every romantics fire for disaster.
I know that there is some very fancy literature that talks about "thirty seconds worth of your life as a oprah worthy biopic" flashing through your brains while your neck adjusts to that shimmering blade just one step short of a personal turkey carving lesson and what not ...
...but I have it on good record that mumbai traffic jams are just as lethal ..so that explains the fits of introspection, retrospection, enthusiasm and borderline desperation that I go through while my neck adjusts to the shimmering lights of cars gone beserk.
Today I thought about Uma Thurman the entire way back home. More specifically I thought about the bride. About how they put a bullet through her head and she still lived. That she spent years training with pai mei under his cruel tutelage and even though she was in excruciating pain at that point - she was yet learning each day those very tricks that would one day snatch her survival from the very hands of her destiny.
How miserable those years must have been that she spent just getting ready for a battle that had not yet made itself known. That she spent yearning for a victory she did not even know existed.
And then I wondered if knowing what lay ahead of her - would have caused her to flee, do something otherwise to stop the hands of time.
Well- the night is too young and beautiful to ponder over that.
And like the great master Oogway said to Master Shifu .."It is often that one meets his destiny on the very path one takes to avoid it"
So I guess I keep on walking.
And I keep honking at cars to get the hell out of my way - so that I can go on to greet whatever it is that awaits me and in the interim pray damn hard to give me the strength to face it.
