Why?

This is an experiment and like any experiment, it starts with a desire or an urge to find out something. I want to know how far I can keep myself connected to you.
I once made a pledge to be my own historian. Like most other incredulous goals that keep taking birth now and then, this one has been taking holidays now and then. It's time to stop that and wake up to the new day. There is no better time than when one is oceans away from friends and family. Even for someone for whom this is not new.
We do not realise the speed at which the earth moves beneath our feet because of one of the simple laws of physics. But yet, no matter how fast this mammoth spheroid turns, we are stuck where we are, unless we overcome the whims of friction. What if friction and gravity are relaxed enough for us to slide along easily from step to step, street to street, continent to continent? Wouldn't the world be a far more exciting place then? Meet a friend from Singapore for lunch, then drift back to India for a nap, then loom over the Himalayas for a brilliant sunset and then head off to the Great Barrier Reef. Take a snapshot of a crowded street in Tokyo, watch a couple of whales smashing the waves in the Pacific, stroll along a deserted mountain track on the old Silk Route, feed some gazelles in the Serengeti, laze on the beach in Brazil, dance to some beats in Jamaica, and then pop yourself into an igloo in the Arctic to plot your next move. All at a breakneck speed that laughs at physics without making you jetlagged. Perhaps in a parallel alternate universe, this is happening right now. But what about us? Being a universal jumper is not a reality we can perhaps see in our lifetime - so we plan holidays, we book flights, we call friends and tell them we love them, we dream during lunchtime (and after that too), we pack bags and we head off, and when all these wonderful trips run by like a Ferrari, we return and start dreaming all over again.
I think that's the daily cereal that we need to walk the earth and not be the same as a fish or a lion. Dream. Of good things, as well as things you have no control on. Visions, sounds and thoughts that land you in that parallel universe. Where friends are right besides you, where you don't feel your feet on the ground, where perhaps the setting of the sun is at your whim, where a killer wave rushing at you doesn't kill you, where you see multiple yous flying in the sky without reacting like John Malkovich, and where colours take on a new shade every time.
What does each day of your life tell you about the world? Are you fascinated with the world? Do you understand why people are the way they are? Do the vast ironies in life make you laugh or do they make you cringe? Why do you question the government over every single policy but accept religion as if you have seen 'God' yourself? Why are there contradictions within yourself which make you question those within others? Why do Australia, NZ, HK and Singapore have dollars when they all used to be British territories and not American? Why does the brilliant caricaturist outside the park who drew your face in 15 minutes not find himself with a good jacket in winter? Why does a little kid in Somalia smile everytime he does? Why is Winston Churchill admired by so many Indians when he was racist towards them? Why is the world map not drawn with east as north and west as south? Why is the colour blue always pleasant to the eye unlike the colour red? Why do you think your better half is the best in the world even though you do not know more than 99% people in the world? Why does heartbreak occur even though we know that nothing is permanent? Why do guerillas in Africa and elsewhere keep fighting even though they know there's no victory in their lifetimes? Why do we celebrate festivals instead of every single day? Why? That's the strongest word in the dictionary - "W-H-Y". Love, faith, heavens, fate, destiny, will, soul, survival, luck, karma, and their ilk are manmade and change shape as per your liking. So they cannot be strong.
The questions keep queuing up like children at a free candy store. We either know the answers or the answers elude us, but they can be pursued. Chased down the steppes of curiosity. All this while the world turns beneath our feet.
No sleep, no sigh of relief, no content look is free of a cost. Some, like a good friend of mine, call it the cost of living. If we pay so much for living all the time, what are we taking in return?
Take a moment, and return through the sliding doors of the moments gone into where you were.
Has anything changed?