the magic of road

we all use road, the endless stretch of asphalt, rock and bitumen. but have we ever wondered the magic that is a road? a road unifies all corners of the globe. even islands they have roads continuing from ports and airports and the ports and airports are mere links between networks of roads. it wonders me that the road outside of my home in kochi can lead me directly in front of the buckingham palace, without any port/air port linkages!!!!!! the road that i use is the part of the same network of roads that was used by uncle laden when he was evading us troops in an ambulance!!!!
the road where i walk today has been walked by countless people before me and shall eb walked by countless people after me. what all fortunes would have been made or destroyed by people walking this very road? what all ideas may have originated in people who were walking along this very road?
to the quintessential unrequited romantic like me, it is a wonder to imagine that the girl of my dreams may be currently walking on another road that is linked to my road!!! so all that separates us is maybe some kilometers of tarmac, maybe in decimels or maybe in thousands.

when i walk on the road and see the endless stretch of tarmac before me i see the very best of human will. a road is constructed by sheer human will and strength. i am reminded of all those mountains leveled for a road to pass through, all those rivers bridged and rocks tunneled so that man is connected with his fellow man. nature has been forced to make way for the will of man and the product has been magical.
sometimes i wish that i had some supernatural powers, not that i want to fly, but that i must be able to transmit myself through road to any point on the road network much like how an electric charge travels through a conductor. the potholes and landslides wont matter because they are mere resistances and not dielectrics in the original conducting surface.
with the mere thought i can reach the louvre, i can see the big ben, i can walk beside the sexy women of vienna, i can travel alongside the speedsters of german autobahn, i can walk beside my dearest wherever she maybe!!!!

now whoever would think that this simple black connundrum of tar, rock and gravel can have such magic? the recipient of countless garbage, spittoon for the multitudes, the road, yes, is dirty. but withing the dirtiest coal block lies the brightest diamond, and should not we seek the see the diamond rather than the mountain of dirt covering it? isnt that what makes our lives happy?