Sunday, November 27, 2005

Brimful of Asha on the 5

The nice thing about trains is that the tracks cut through communities and expose a cross-section of a country, like a river canyon gives one in the know a glimpse of the lump of rock we all live on.

Frinstance, rubbish heaps seem to be popular rail-track companions the world over.

But of course one often sees pretty little houses sitting just so by the tracks, and can play a hasty voyeur into the unselfcounscious lives of people lulled into ignoring trains by their metronomic regularity.

Here are some other horribly grainy Patel shots on today's journey from Chicago to Omaha, mostly for my Mom's viewing pleasure.

The backward Chicago river, as seen from the L.

Chicago Union station - Grand Central with a growth hormone deficiency.

The Iowan portion of the bread-basket.

Anyway, to continue a thought alluded to in an earlier post. On the train, the gentle rocking motion once again put me into a mind-free-floating trance. I have a theory about the peace I get on trains, and in motion in general. I think it acts as a surrogate for my own busy-bee existence. As long as the powerful locomotive is doing such sterling work, puffing along at a clipping pace and making tracks,

it feels like I myself don't have to. I recuse myself from existence and sashay along in double-quick time. There are few alleviants for my general restlessness of the soul, but train-travel is a powerful one.

Of course, when I get off, the impulse to be doing something is redoubled... and so this blog is being written at 0200 hours. From, as it turns out, the surgery resident's lounge in Creighton University Medical Center. While my high-school buddy, whom I've come to visit, is in the OR, saving people's lives. After 30 hours on call, he's going to take me to the zoo, before putting me back on the train to California, so I can sink back into my stupor.

So, that leads to two thoughts.

One, there's no way I could ever do the sort of stuff Turga Kalyan Kirna, and my mom, and all those other docs do. In the good ones, there's this selflessness that goes way beyond the call of duty - that part I could at least aspire to emulate, and really want to. The really hard part is the immediate control over someone else's life. I'm more a long-term slow-and-steady-change sorta guy. Of course, my aversion to pain, blood, needles and gore does also go a long way in disqualifying me.

The other, of course, is that I need to get off my ass and focus. All this big-tent learn-and-it'll-all-be-useful stuff is all very well, but my restlessness can and should be channelled into larger-scale projects than I've dared attempt thus far.

Thus resolved.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

great pics Sid,
the tracks and the river give some inspiration for new projects. I feel Im looking thru your eyes.

9:47 AM  

Post a Comment

<< Home