The Road not taken

The day was Wednesday. Undoubtedly the most productive day of the week. It was 750 AM when I left the house. I was a full 20 minutes late leaving the house. I am quite obsessed about being at work by 8:15 at the latest. I drove in a frenzy, fleetingly remembering Mindframe's blog about speeding. I was almost at the exit from the freeway and I saw that it was clogged with traffic -bumper to bumper. I stayed course unwaveringly hoping that things will clear out. A whole 5 minutes later, nobody had moved. I decided to turn around to take the interstate in the slightly longer route. I slipped out of the long line and went up to the nearest u-turn and retraced the path to get to the interstate. As I passed the exit, I craned my neck to see if the traffic had passed up. The cars were still standing and that gave me an inner glow that I had made the right choice by getting out. As I drove to office, the new route I was taking suddenly felt terribly long. My mind kept questioning the wisdon in the decision and I longe to know what happened in my original route and whether it had cleared up since I left.

I finally reached my office that morning at 8:30 am. The world wasn't much affected because I was 15 minutes late to work! But all the thinking reminded me of the poem by Robert Frost called, The Road not taken, that we studied in school. Its a lovely poem and strickes a chord with me because I don't let the past slip away from me very easily. I think a lot about it. It is never easy for me to let go. I searched for the poem online so I could read it again... like I have done many times before and made a mental note to share it with my fellow bloggers.

The Road not taken - Robert Frost
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20