asked the Missus over the phone. A half second pause and the only thing i said is 'Saje' because that is the stock answer for the questions that require explanation which at the end of it the listener would have to unevitably say umm.. that or i'm simply too lazy to say what was on my mind.
A few days before, while i was ironing my workshirt the program on the telly was about this dude recalling his experience of going for the Pilgrimage to Mecca by bus from Malaysia to the Holy City of Mecca. Hats off to the dude because to me, there is no better way to tempt fate than to put your trust on a long distance bus ride in foreign lands. The ones here are dangerous enough to have graced the front pages of newspapers every now and then. Anyhow, Mak was of the opinion that it was a bad investment, a waste of time when there's a plane that could take you directly there. I replied while carefully ironing out an almost straight flyline on my pants " Ala, dia saje je tu".
Though the dude..i mean, Haji might have his own reasons for taking the journey by land for the Haji my guess is that he took buses instead of a plane because he wanted to experience both the journey and the end itself. What is the link here between the new name of my blog and a Haji going for his Haj by bus? nothing. It just came across my head while i was typing.
No wait, there is a link. Though it be a blurry one, i think. The Haji's journey (i shall call him Haji for i did not quite catch his name) to reach Mecca by bus was in a way a rejection of the what all others have done, a plane to Mecca and when you're done in Mecca another plane ride home and hey presto you're a Haji/Hajjah now. I think he deliberately took the long way to get where he wanted to go because he wanted the journey to be a personal one, his own Haj with his own stories to tell. Like Robert Frost said it, he did took the road less travelled (literally) and this blog to me is like that. Others may choose to achieve great things in their own way, me? i chose to mengarut. No, this is not strictly what you can call a writing for a writing is made of sentences written with a clear purpose for an audience to relate and with clearly defined subject at hand and here, the subject is random and the purpose is not clearly defined; writing is for those with something to ask from the readers be it to think, to sway the readers to their opinion, to brag about themselves or for whatever purpose that they have in mind, i have no such desire. I typed what i typed,mengarut-ed simply because it is the long way to get to where i want, i typed all this mess with hopes that the anarchic mess of thoughts and words would somehow in the future give way to a coherent, well-formed opinion and arguments; a real writing. Something worth its weight in gold (or paper money). Until then things in here are mere mad ramblings, mengaruts. Thus the name of the blog, although the idea of really going to Timbuktu by foot seems very enticing if not ludicrous.
I put no stock for any readers of any kind. all this mass of words with a thin stream of thought weaving in and out of it is for me really, If you can get something out of it then good for you. So there you go my dear, if last night's explanation is not to your satisfaction here's a longer one.
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