Man proposes and God disposes
I learnt the above phrase in school-life. It knocked my mind as I thought to divulge my recent experiences of the "Jordon trip" which was offered to me as my birthday gift. I had no clear idea about the history of Jordon except that it is situated in the Middle East. We landed in Amman, the capital city of Jordon. What I experienced was really amazing! From the highest point of Mt Nebo, ( the burial place of Moses in a Cathedral )I visited, to my surprise, the border of Syria and Egypt, river Jordan, Jerusalem, border of Palestine and the serpentine path through which the Roman came, then Dead sea.
I asked the driver "so, how do the people of Amman eat, drink and sleep, surrounded by these lands of living volcanoes which are terrorising to the whole world. How is the king ?"
The driver replied, 'Jordan is a very peaceful land; the king is loved and adored by the people."
We stayed for ten days and travelled almost all the visiting places taking from Petra, Wadi Rum desert in the north to the Dead Sea in the south via Bethany where Jesus was baptised. We spent in the dead sea Resort for three days from the Resort we reached the well-planned city of port Aqaba in the Red Sea. The water of the Red Sea is very calm and clear. We took a boat -trip. The centre place of the boat-floor is made of glass, surrounded by chairs, only limited seats of 20-to 25. In the 3 to 4 hours' journey, I witnessed, to my delight, the sea-bed with a variety of sea-weeds, corals, school of fish, the broken aircraft of war as old as 50years back, a drowned burnt- ship: that became the abode of sheltering fish and corals. Some weeds and corals were so tall that it seemed to me that the glass floor of the boat would touch and might be broken. It was really beyond my dream that I would experience the sea-bed like that of Discovery channel.
This visit of the holy land of 'honey and milk' as described in the Bible' was not merely a visual tour for me; I was diving deep parallel into the labyrinth of the time-zonal ocean. As if this tour was predestined for me by some supernatural spirit. I decided to craft a mosaic of fact, myth and imagination of my 10 days' experience. Throughout my journey, I went on weaving the tapestry of the ancient stories in a modern context. I would resume my journey of writing as soon as I would be in New York.
The day I reached New York I came to know that my youngest brother had a cerebral attack and in a coma stage. he was admitted to All India Medical College of Delhi but all the efforts of the doctors ended in failure. My brother was selected by the AIMS to take the prestigious award as best doctor of the year....but god disposes of........
In our 10 days' tour, we visited all the historical places of Amman.
I wrote down footnotes so that I can write the travel story in details after coming back.
But now my mind turns to flow in `some other way to seep in the deep moist land of memory ............
I learnt the above phrase in school-life. It knocked my mind as I thought to divulge my recent experiences of the "Jordon trip" which was offered to me as my birthday gift. I had no clear idea about the history of Jordon except that it is situated in the Middle East. We landed in Amman, the capital city of Jordon. What I experienced was really amazing! From the highest point of Mt Nebo, ( the burial place of Moses in a Cathedral )I visited, to my surprise, the border of Syria and Egypt, river Jordan, Jerusalem, border of Palestine and the serpentine path through which the Roman came, then Dead sea.
I asked the driver "so, how do the people of Amman eat, drink and sleep, surrounded by these lands of living volcanoes which are terrorising to the whole world. How is the king ?"
The driver replied, 'Jordan is a very peaceful land; the king is loved and adored by the people."
We stayed for ten days and travelled almost all the visiting places taking from Petra, Wadi Rum desert in the north to the Dead Sea in the south via Bethany where Jesus was baptised. We spent in the dead sea Resort for three days from the Resort we reached the well-planned city of port Aqaba in the Red Sea. The water of the Red Sea is very calm and clear. We took a boat -trip. The centre place of the boat-floor is made of glass, surrounded by chairs, only limited seats of 20-to 25. In the 3 to 4 hours' journey, I witnessed, to my delight, the sea-bed with a variety of sea-weeds, corals, school of fish, the broken aircraft of war as old as 50years back, a drowned burnt- ship: that became the abode of sheltering fish and corals. Some weeds and corals were so tall that it seemed to me that the glass floor of the boat would touch and might be broken. It was really beyond my dream that I would experience the sea-bed like that of Discovery channel.
This visit of the holy land of 'honey and milk' as described in the Bible' was not merely a visual tour for me; I was diving deep parallel into the labyrinth of the time-zonal ocean. As if this tour was predestined for me by some supernatural spirit. I decided to craft a mosaic of fact, myth and imagination of my 10 days' experience. Throughout my journey, I went on weaving the tapestry of the ancient stories in a modern context. I would resume my journey of writing as soon as I would be in New York.
The day I reached New York I came to know that my youngest brother had a cerebral attack and in a coma stage. he was admitted to All India Medical College of Delhi but all the efforts of the doctors ended in failure. My brother was selected by the AIMS to take the prestigious award as best doctor of the year....but god disposes of........
In our 10 days' tour, we visited all the historical places of Amman.
I wrote down footnotes so that I can write the travel story in details after coming back.
But now my mind turns to flow in `some other way to seep in the deep moist land of memory ............
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