Time...me...you...all of us
its is really weird...how time just passes away...rolls or floats away......sometimes it just beats me how does it pass just like that...i m not really philosophical but i find it kind of queer...or maybe i am the only one to ponder upon this point....maybe its not even a point to be pondered upon...but my holy curiosity stops me from from just leaving this question to status quo....lets see...I dont think we can fathom where time begins or ends for that matter, time really begins when we open our eyes from our slumber, from that beautiful time in our lives which is reducing in duration with every passing day...Time then starts...sometimes it even tries to get us started but those big yellow buttons on top of alarm clocks were specifically meant to foil all attempts to wake up lazy bums like some people I know. You wake up and are looking into the mirror and looking at that Aliens meets predator kind of get up which unfailingly appears every morning. You wonder when will the time come when u wake up and look into the mirror and find a Tom Cruise meets Pierce Brosnan kind of look. That time hasnt come yet and there is a good chance of it never coming. You look at the big wall clock in the living room and you realise that you are running out of time and if you dont get your ass out of that door soon enough, your boss will make sure that you have ample of bad time for the day. You reach the bus stop and find that the your bus was on time for a change and all your hopes of it running late have run aground. Then again you wait for that red beast to trundle around the corner and save you out of this torture of standing in the hot shiny sun and become a solar clock in modern times. After what seemed like ages, the eagerly awaited red beast ambles around the corner and so you think that good times are here again. You get in the bus and fish out your wallet only to realise that good time is a such a fallacy. You see a hundred rupee note staring back at you with that non-violence man smiling gleefully at you. You look at your wallet and then try and spot the conductor. Every passing moment seems like an epoch and every inch that he moves towards you, every ticket that he puches along the way sounds like the bell in boxing matches...time up !!!...but you hold fort and he finally comes near you, you hand him the 100 buck note and give him an apologetic smile. He gives you a nasty look, gives you the ticket and moves on. You are wondering whatever happened to the rest of the change. All the bad stories about corruption , injustice, nepotism, disillusionment, rot in the system , the glory days of the Raj, every thing starts doing rounds of your concious thoughts and you think is about time you do something about it and that the time for a change, a revolt, a revolution, a new wave of conciousness has come. But just then the conductor comes back and derails your glorious rain of thought and promptly hands you all the change that was due. All the high and mighty thoughts of everlasting glory take a backseat immedietly or rather they get thrown into the boot. With your subsistance lucre back with you, all that is hovering on your mind is yesterday's incomplete assignment. With time running out again, you jet into your office huffing and puffing only to realise that your boss has gone for a meeting and he wouldnt be around the periphery for the next 3 hours....atleast. You smack you forehead for all the trouble you took but then you look at the brighter side. Maybe the happy part is beginning now. ...Maybe its not such a bad day after all.
to be continued......
to be continued......
posted by obedrossi at
7:27 AM
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