Time and Travel

My name is Idris Maymoon Samataar Guleed. Previously of Dikhil. Now an eternal traveller seeking the measure of man and earth!

An excerpt from Idris by Anita Nair

As I read this the first time, it intrigued me. How did Anita Nair manage to capture such a phenomenally simple idea? Read it again, you’ll find it a certain simplicity, truth and deep meaning. I love to read and the character in the novel was powerful and simple. So simple that somehow I started expecting more of him.

I finished the book this morning and wondered what I missed. There was a certain incompleteness left to the story and I haven’t yet come across anything that would tell me there is a sequel to this. The story was possibly too naive for my taste but it had it’s moments of thrill. It felt like she wanted to share the story of India in a different time and as a powerful country for traders and foreigners than it seems to be now.

I looked at the skies when I reached home after watching Minions. The streets near my house were dry although the place near the theater had seen rain around 7 pm. I wondered about Idris again but this time more on how much Idris or people living in those days would’ve said about the storm that was to come or the omens they believed in or the hour of the day by just looking around.

We have been travellers through our evolution until we decided settling down and building a civilization was going to make us live better and longer. Technology today has crippled us and I long for a short span of time when I would not be dependent on the pleasures of having a wifi connection with 15 Mbps speed or a music system that would boom through the house playing my favorite songs.

I like the past – be it walking in the mud in the thickest of forests as a Neanderthal or a commoner during the Egyptian or Harappan civilization or a fellow sailor during the time of Christopher Columbus or Idris himself or even a normal Jazz bass player in the 50’s (maybe Paul Chambers or Charles Mingus with his fierce temper).

Since I cannot live, I like to read history.

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