“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” — Jack Kerouac

What’s life without Kicks? Well, you surely know about it. Sitting lopsided whilst sporting fancy clothes, comfy in that footwear you bought off a Flipkart sale, and gazing at that bright palm sized screen. Have you ever thought how much your life sucks? Of course you have. But what have you done about it?

Yes, you did plan to take a break from life in the fast lane (probably getting inspired by Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara) but never took the leap. We all have our excuses for not being able to set out on the road due to our life in the metro. But we must spare time for an On-The-Road experience for once, in our lifetime. One which you could dictate to your friends and family in your later years over Whisky, Weed and Warren Zevon.

Too classy for an on-the-road experience? Fuck you. Many out there can afford a lavish tour around the globe, but it wouldn’t make up for an experience of a lifetime. If you really desire to live every moment of the trip, do it in the old school manner. Do it how it was done before the advent of digital media. Leave that Kindle behind, take a real paperback instead. Choose a notepad and pen against your laptop. Carry a real map, or note down your navigation route. Yes, you might get lost somewhere but think about your mundane life; You’re lost already. You shall experience the rawness, the one which those travel agencies will never deliver. Also, never plan the trip beforehand. Pick a direction and go where the wind blows. At the end of the road when you’re beat down to your socks, you’ll have your kicks and a smile on your face.

This article was first published in The Vomit.