Growing up in the most provincial of the towns, my idolized word was "trite" because the day I discovered the word I exhausted my unspent bile by citing every ordinariness as "trite". I had a weapon to mark my enemies. "That is too trite", I would squeal. Udaan is deliverance from that anguish. As a devilish child, surrounded by auntyjis with trite gossip, trite languor, trite advice, everything was monstrously trite in their grandstanding actions. So, when I spot distinction and originality in someone, I would like to think of such propensity as udaan, a flight from the trite instincts. I know, some of my blabber refuses to make sense to anyone. I have the vision about it but not the expression to go with it. So I invent such private vocabulary.