A Journey Off Course

The Illusion of Direction

Philipose Vaidyar

If Bombay can alternatively be called Mumbai, why can't Bangalore be Mangalore? My journey from Nilambur to Bangalore in the summer of 1997 brought this question to life with unexpected depth.

I was traveling for a ten-day program in Whitefield, representing my college at Madurai. The 8-9 hour bus ride would take me through Gudalur, Mysore, and Bangalore. It was a typical summer day as I stood at the Nilambur bus stand, waiting for the Thrissur – Bangalore bus to arrive. Suddenly, I spotted Sam, a familiar friend who worked and lived in the Malappuram district and shifted to Calicut a couple of years ago. He approached me with a broad beaming smile, and we discovered we were headed to Bangalore.

Sam and I took adjacent seats on the left side of the bus. As we settled into the journey, the road began winding ascent through the scenic Nadugani Ghat. Our conversations flowed, and Sam shared his remarkable life story. Once a restless soul who had fled home, he wandered in search of peace but found none. It was in Nilambur, years ago, that he encountered the gospel, which gave his life a newfound purpose.

Sam became a devoted evangelist, working for a church mission. But when the mission faltered due to crucial leadership failures, he faced immense struggles. With two young children to support, Sam was now traveling to Bangalore for an interview for a job in Dubai. His bag held a newspaper clipping with the interview details.

As the bus climbed the Nilgiris, the landscape unfolded its breathtaking charm. The air grew cooler, eucalyptus trees lined the road, and pines and silver oaks rose majestically, their shadows dancing on the valley below. It felt as though the trees were silent witnesses to our journey, their stillness a sharp contrast to the whirlwind of emotions in Sam’s story.

At Gudalur, the bus stopped for lunch. We followed the driver and conductor to a small eatery, a simple but reliable choice. The food was plain yet satisfying, a much-needed break before the road to Mysore stretched ahead.

Passing Mysore Palace was a fleeting moment of grandeur—its glittering domes and sprawling gardens a brief yet unforgettable sight. Sam and I spoke less now, each absorbed in our thoughts as the bus headed toward Bangalore.

As evening descended, we arrived at the bustling Majestic Bus Stand. From there, we caught a city bus to Austin Town, where my friend Philip welcomed us into his small but hospitable home. Despite having guests already, Philip made space for us in his cramped drawing room. After a modest dinner outside, we lay down on a makeshift bedding  and drifted into sleep, weary from the day’s travel.

The next morning, as I reminded him to locate the interview address, Sam retrieved the newspaper clipping from his bag. I wanted to have a look at it before handing it over to Philip, who was to examine the address. To my amazement, I noticed that the address was in Mangalore! Philip said Mangalore is another 9 hours journey away from Bangalore.

Sam's eyes opened wide in astonishment. He said he had verified with more than one person about the address. A college student had assured him that Mangalore and Bangalore were the same. Locally, in Malayalam, Bangalore was referred to as Banglore, and Mangalore as Mangalapuram, but the two cities were 350 kilometers apart!

Sam consoled himself with the fact that there was one more day for the interview. He could still make it to Mangalore; it’s another 8-9 hour journey from here. At least he didn’t miss the interview entirely. Sam, though shaken, remained resolute. He decided to press on, unwilling to abandon his goal.

Reflections on the Road
We both had to leave Philip’s place sooner: I to Whitefield and Sam to Mangalore.  As I watched Sam depart, I was struck by the sadness of his mistake. He was sincere and determined, yet a single misunderstanding had sent him miles in the wrong direction.

It made me reflect: How often do we embark on life’s journey with the best intentions, only to find ourselves off course? Are we certain of our destination, or do we, like Sam, rely on flawed information, risking precious time and effort?

But how did the interview turn out? Almost 28 years later, as I wrote this, I checked with Sam and discovered that the interview was a complete sham. They collected passports and some money but have not returned either yet.

“Do all roads lead to Rome?” Perhaps they do. But not all paths lead to the ultimate truth. The Bible reminds us:
"Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it." (Matthew 7:13-14)

In life's journey, sincerity is crucial, but it must be paired with clarity of direction. We must ask ourselves: Are we on the right path, or will we one day regret realizing we’ve been heading the wrong way? When it comes to life’s ultimate destiny, there are no second chances to correct our course once we’ve arrived. Proverbs 14:12 reminds us of this sobering truth: "There is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way of death." Let this verse urge us to seek God’s guidance and ensure that our steps align with His will, leading us to the right destination.