A retrospect

Lolloping around with friends, cousins and sometimes strangers of same age as mine, childhood was bliss. I dearly miss those fun filled light days when there were only 3 activities – eating, sleeping and playing, only 2 known essentials - masti and dosti and only 1 intense interest – cartoons!

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 For hours together, I played with other jumping jacks at our second only home – the play ground. Soil was an open board on which we would write each other’s name, monochrome clay with which we built the castles, a scented element during the first rain and (at times) a delicious tidbit too, while the grass was a cushion, a bed to roll over, a racing track to run wildly on and a place loved by all. Hours we spent shouting and screaming, singing and dancing, chasing and running and pausing at intervals, gasping and declaring the chosen word – ‘tamplese’!

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 Days were simply days, there were no weekdays or any weekends. Time was one continuous stretch, a changing yet constant entity. The sunlight was never scorching nor was the night too dark for a game with group of friends. The call for the day was the call of my mother asking me to return home for a lovely hot supper. Till that time we know nothing of the world as we are too engrossed in our little world of lappa-chupi, pakda-pakdi and jhula.

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 Some evenings were spent cycling around the trees while others were spent chasing the colourful butterflies, catching the delicate helicopters and annoying the serene grasshoppers. There was not a single concern to disturb our play time. Although there was one big intermission (of about 5 mins) where we all stood randomly with a glass in hand waiting impatiently to drink water. Ahh! What a long relief from intense activity!!

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 Songs we sang were those of the ‘fire in the mountains....’ and ‘who stole the cookies...’. There was still longer list of others including ‘captain planet……he’s the hero’, ‘flint stones….the modern Stone Age family…’, ‘jungle jungle baat chali…’, ‘sabse nirala sabse anokha mera Disney hour….’. If you say – playing is the first life of a child, then you will unanimously agree to the fact that – cartoons is the second. It was as if there was only one channel on the television and our eyes and ears, intently watching and listening, would be shut to the rest of the world.

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School was a routine where we were forgetful, reluctant, naughty and cranky. While teachers were respected and also feared when the homework was not done, the Principal was a person holding the highest position ever know to us.

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We were aware of only our little world and hence everything around was our possession! And how proudly we declared them – my pencil, my water-bottle, my school, my house, my mom, my dad! It was towards mom that we ran for every little and silly thing. It was her lap which was the most comfortable couch and kiss on our cheeks which we well deserved. While mom was the most beautiful woman, dad was the most strongest. His arms and shoulders were of steel as we would witness him easily break open the lids of the tins and jars. All we expected from him was a pat on our back exclaiming good girl/boy.

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We were so full of life yet unaware about the treasure of joy that we had. It was the ignorance of our ignorance. And that was the sole reason for our happiness as some one has rightly said – IGNORANCE IS BLISS. Indeed blissful we were in the days of our childhood. If only we could rewind the time and breathe life into the child in us….

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(I want every child to enjoy his/her childhood the way I did, but unfortunately.....) 

Interior wings

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A voice I hear

Comes into being

A voice without a form

Calls from deep within

A call I hear

When I drench in the rain

When I flow with wind

When I laugh in pain

 A dream I dream

In core silent night

Day, I see omens

Truth fills the light

Subtle nuance I feel

Dwells in my smile

A shade of beauty

Infantile, puerile, juvenile

A fire in me

Ignites my soul

Cites my wishes

Reigns new role

A voice, a call

A nuance, a fire

Elements all are

Of my wish my desire

Nor in my heart

Neither in mind it hides

But in my every biomolecule

It resides.

Turn right Turn strong

When much needed, the words don’t reach,

When time runs out, thoughts disband,

Decisions shilly-shally on their own,

Leaving in clutter warm mind’s home.

Do you realize you are in a trap?

Illusion grips your distressed soul,

What you wanted is now your enemy,

Deriding your unfounded feelings of envy.

Gushes through your throat, rough anger,

Strangely silencing your outcry,

Unaided you stand repenting the waste,

Powerless, feeble, vulnerable, helpless.

You are sans speech,

You are sans peace,

You are sans love,

You are sans yourself.

It is now when you need someone,

Strongest and most Stable,

To cordon your distortions,

To tame the evil foundations.

When I face such situation,

To that Strongest and most Stable I turn,

A few basic questions I ask,

And brace myself for a new task.

Task is to brave the odds on way,

With only weapons in my hands,

Patience and perseverance they identify,

As my determination touch the sky.

Of the result, then I am not worried,

In serene ambience resides my heart,

Solutions are tossed upon the test,

Since You made me stronger, O Strongest!

Sleep-mode

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You are writing a section which is being dictated by someone standing at a few yards from you. Your nap chemicals are having a day out in your body. It is just at the moment of their freedom that you realize your entry into the semi-sleep mode. Your hand refuses to co-ordinate with your brain or rather your brain fails to send active signals to your hand. When this sync gets disturbed, your on-the-verge-of-defeat conscious mind passes the NOC for the subconscious mind to take over. This subconscious mind is actually your second mind which has been playing a subordinate to the conscious or the first mind up till now. While you were busy writing what was being dictated, your second mind was singing a song much like a stereo playing some soothing track in the background while you indulge yourself in luxury. Writing some words being spoken is not any luxury of course! The second mind gains authority over the control station and executes its parlance via the hand which is galumphing around the page like a lost and dejected soul. You start writing down the song much like a Bollywood heart-broken hero lip-syncing a gloomy solo somewhere in the middle of mesmerizing landscapes. How can one ignore those heavenly holiday destinations! One word, two words, three, four....the words start pouring out of your karaoke jargon and it goes something like....... 'il be your drem il be your vish.....' Yes that's your favourite song! But the lease is only for few seconds and the conscious mind gains back the control before the threshold is crossed. This is only in the cases when you are sitting upright on a chair. Had you been lying down on the couch or bed, relaxing your ever stressed legs, the second mind would have strengthened its power to operate the control station for a longer time. Now you have before you, few artistically written words surprising you with their meaning and relation to what you were doing previously. Yes, its unimaginable!, you think, give an uncanny smile to yourself and take a sip of water before you resume the writing, asking yourself, "Did any one see what I did just now?"  :)

....

Morning was at its infancy today, when

The silk breeze, golden sun and cold land,

Gave me a treasure chest

To share with the world around -    

A hope for a better, bright and beautiful future 

A hope for days full of love, peace and care

A hope for joyous and healthy generation

A hope for a cheerful world this new year.

I share these with you

With a thought in my mind 

May you forward with grit towards your aim 

Cherishing all days you leave behind.

Jesus and child

"O Father," asks a child,
"How long can a leaf retain its greenery
It has to dry and shed one day.
How long can flowers keep their color
They have to turn black one day.
How long can a trunk remain sturdy
It has to embrace weakness one day.
How long can fruits stay sweet and juicy
They have to become stale one day."

In calm and soothing voice HE replies,
"A dust to dust rule defines,
'Life is a circle
Alternating fresh and pale.
Flowers will enjoy their fragrant dream
Just when every grey will turn green.'
And your eyes will see
The reincarnating beauty,
Oceans of joy will rise in your mind
When the transient Turning Point you find." 

Moving with all

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This journey I take everyday
With million faces all around
Together we are still alone we feel
With myraid feelings that surround.


This journey I take everyday
A million unseen bonds I make
A bond of anonymity, fellowship, support
Bonds that randomly form and break.


This journey I take everyday
A commonness with all I share
A feeling, a dream, a desire in heart
A wish of beautiful life someday, somewhere.


This journey I take everyday
The world's progress I witness
Growth, development whatever we may name
Its all for our human race.


This journey I take everyday
How much ever trivial it may seem
Like a flowing river I move with all
In search of truth and meaning and dream.

Back and forth

I look at myself and wonder how I change

As my thoughts mutate in a wide range.

Sometimes I am so selfishly me, mine

Sometimes I forget the alphabet I and its sign.

There is turbulence and peace  

Alternating as an increase or decrease.

When it should be a Yes

No always indifferently messes.

When I think its wrong

Right surfaces and strikes the gong.

I forward with strength that world admires

I then step down fearing the burning pyres. 

Practicing and preaching moral values 

I ofttimes remain oblivious of my own views.

With others I am rude and arrogant 

But sometimes I be so softly pleasant.

I hate and disgrace a person at moments
But soon I find my love overflowing at events.


What I feel and think, I can't express

In solitude words combine as in press.

There are things I keep locked up as secrets
But then I myself open up all the closets. 


The child in me jumps up with ignorance

But then my intelligent adulthood maintains the stance. 

My goals change and vary with time

I just wish I attain the crucial, best and prime. 

I muse how I manage to sit on this swing

And get this genre of rhyme whenever I sing.

As my heart oscillates in this way so strange

I look at myself and wonder how I change.

HOPE

THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE.

Can't believe I broke.

Can't believe I cried.

Can't believe I resiled.

Can't believe I smiled.

Its a short story of HOPE

HOPE that keeps me going on.

Firsthand story

The catastrophe theory finally applied itself on 6^th July after remaining dormant for almost six years of my life. Replying back to the mail was like breaking the cyst simply to reach out and be myself. That big sized bold font mail was seeking attention and participation of all the Greenpeace volunteers to raise a strong voice, a voice for change, a voice against injustice. A nation wide Public Consultation on the Civil Nuclear Liability Bill was announced by the Government following the pressure put by the fierce opposition, the activists and the concerned NGOs. Had it not been for a juggernaut action of petition signing by Greenpeace, the government would have been completely ready to finalize and pass the bill. How can this democratic procedure ignore such a strong voice of its nation? And how can this work simply get done without passing through the two important stages of ridicule and opposition? I believe the bill is at its second stage of opposition right now moving rapidly towards the third stage of acceptance which will be commencing within 15 days. An irony, indeed it is that a country of a billion population is told to wrap up with a NATION WIDE PUBLIC CONSULTATION in just 15 days. It clearly reflects the ‘name-sake-ness’ attitude of the ruling party! This indeed is the very first argument of Greenpeace condemning the short time given for a public opinion.

I was very quick to make a decision of attending it and so I reached the Santacruze office sharp at 11am as was informed. I was all ready with my research on the subject and so the air around got more cleared once we were briefed in detail by a Greenpeace activist at the office. We were enlightened with so many aspects of the bill, its history and its likes in other countries. There we were, all of us, very well aware of the subject, ready to step ahead. But before everything could start taking shape, I volunteered for taking the minutes of the day. I had not done that earlier. Ergo, with full of excitement inward and contained expressions outward, I was on my toes, literally noting the ‘minutes’ of every event. With two core volunteers we left for the venue – the magnificent edifice of Mumbai University’s Convocation Hall. Making friends with gabby newbies was easier and fun too. One of the core volunteers went further by referring us as family. What a warmth I felt! This was just the by-product of the entire chemical reaction. The catalyst was that common feeling of doing something, even though small, for bringing the change by being the change. Same feeling was ubiquitous.

When we reached the venue, that awe-inspiring sight of the Hall diffused with golden light, couldn’t have been better. Those delicately carved wooden doors and adeptly designed interiors gave a British-era feeling. This ambience provided a perfect set-up for the talks to proceed. The attendees to the session included the activists, the victims, the journalists, academicians and common people. Soon to arrive was the Greenpeace team with banners and posters. The work immediately began to fix the banners in the Hall. Particularly depicting the calamitous aftermath of the nuclear disasters occurred around the world; the cold black and white posters sent a clear message that – Nuclear energy is not what we want and that ‘In India Polluters Pay!’.

The session started with the speech of HOD, Department of Law, University of Mumbai explaining about the nuclear power. His explanation caught up with the details defining the terms in simplified manner. The succeeding speakers talked on complete ban on nuclear energy and how government is ignoring so many of the important clauses in the bill. There are so many clauses in the bill which need amendments. Briefing a few and important of them:

· Clause 6: The maximum financial liability in case a nuclear accident occurs in nuclear reactors has been set to $458 million. The amount is very meagre when compared to the destruction caused by a nuclear accident. A same kind of law in U.S. has set the financial liability for such accident at $10.5 billion.

· Clause 7: The clause 7 defines the share of financial liability for each of the culpable groups. It states that the operator will have to pay Rs. 500 crore and the remaining amount will be paid by the Indian government. This is considered as a ridiculous point as the operator will be the Nuclear Power Corporation of India Ltd. (NPCIL) which in itself is a government owned facility. The operator can claim the liabilities form the manufacturer and supplier if it is mentioned in the contract. But the maximum amount payable by the foreign companies will be a very little sum of Rs. 500 crore. Ultimately, it is the Indian taxpayer who will have to give the money even when the accident has occurred due to others mistakes.

· Clause 17: This clause deals with the legal binding of the culpable groups in case of a nuclear accident. It does allow only the operator (NPCIL) to sue the manufacturers and suppliers. The victims won’t be able to sue anyone. Practically, no one is considered legally liable because the recourse taken by the operator will yield only Rs. 500 crore at maximum.

· Clause 18: Clause 18 of the nuclear liability bill limits the time to make a claim within 10 years. This is very less as compared to the long term damage that may be caused due to a nuclear accident.

· Clause 35: Clause 35 extends the legal binding that the responsible groups may have to face. The operator or the responsible persons in case of a nuclear accident will undergo the trial under Nuclear Damage Claims Commissions and no civil court is given the authority. The country will be divided into zones with each zone having a Claims Commissioner. In the U.S. counterpart – the Price Anderson Act, the lawsuits and criminal proceedings goes under the U.S. courts.

The tides of questions started rising up in my mind as the session proceeded. Why is the government so lenient with the foreign investors, the manufacturers and the suppliers? Why was the health and environment ministry not consulted before finalizing the bill? Does the bill specify any liability for environmental damage in case nuclear disaster? We have all witnessed the recent and worst British Petroleum oil-spill and are still witnessing the methods U.S. authorities are adopting to hold the culprits liable. Why can’t we learn from them? The ecology and bio-diversity are equally important for a country’s wealth. Who will be claiming for the damage to environment? The bill is silent about the environment clean-up. The effects of a nuclear disaster are unimaginable and inevitable and they will persist for ages to come. Also, if the bill is named as the ‘CIVIL NUCLEAR LIABILITY BILL’, why aren’t the civil courts allowed to give justice? Creating zones and appointing zonal claims commissioners will not simplify the process. All are aware of how government bodies function. What about the health of the workforce working at the nuclear plant and the people dealing with scrape generated from such nuclear plants? There are many other issues which need a close attention. The bill, in this scenario, needs a serious second thought of amendment.

I grabbed the opportunity of expressing my opinions on the podium. The time was very less and so I made it straight-to-the-point expression. I wish I had more time to speak and explain the validity of my questions and arguments elaborately. That upsurge of tides of questions which arose in my mind propelled everything out so fast that I couldn’t manage the words running away. But I was contented as my words were taken as suggestion. Everything which was spoken by every speaker was simultaneously noted down for the purpose of presentation to the standing committee. The session soon ended and I reported the ‘Minutes’ to the Head of Greenpeace Mumbai. Now, if someone asks me whether Greenpeace made any difference to this important issue, I will be quick to reply that indeed Greenpeace made THE difference. It created awareness amongst the populace and also took its opinions regarding the bill for amendments. But the fight continues, petitioning continues, spreading awareness continues, as the rainbow warriors forge ahead. I am so proud to be one!

Perceptions

Think think think

Of society, family, reputation.

They should be happy

So think about the relation.

They want the best for you

Will choose from a tiny group,

Even if it’s repulsive

You have to bend to include the loop.

You can’t jump off the wall

And cross the fading line.

You can’t get what you like

Even if it’s a lovely grape wine.

They are elders,

Their words are wise,

They speak with experience,

All the worldly lies.

Rich is their tradition

And religion and belief.

‘Grass is green on our side’

Pretense worse than thief.

Yours is a white cloth,

With stains deep red!

They think you are at fault

And blame your common thread.

What makes them so centered

To everything they do?

Since ages it is followed

Nobody questions whether its true.

You fall in trap like millions

As soon as you are born.

Hence you know the x and zeros

And rosy bed of thorns.

You are wrong, bad, culprit,

Don’t understand the maze.

You are a fool left alone,

Your thoughts are set ablaze.

No, you can’t,

You don’t have a word.

Keep aside your life

And start moving in herd.

How is human grouped?

No, not in gender.

It’s a complex conjunction of ideas,

Bred to grow for their splendor.

What difference does biology make

When you speak of Asia and Europe?

What difference does spiritualism make

When you speak of humanity and hope?

You have a beautiful mind

Why don’t they care?

Your future is your choice

It’s an answer to your prayer.

Yours is a white cloth indeed

And it’s clean, natural, genuinely pure.

Radiantly shining under the blue sky

Delicate lines, its significance, ensure.

You are what you think.

Don’t let wind erase your faiths.

You have done no harm

And so never be afraid of race.

He has now come closer

Will protect you from the fire.

He has always been the righteous one,

Will show the world your desire.

Neither Earth can be divided

Nor Water can be classified.

Neither Air can be cordoned for few

Nor fire can be tied.

It’s the strength of oneness binding

I hope they understand someday.

Acquit me of all false charges

And set me free to walk on my way.

I pay the price!

Every month there is one low time
When I can't be so lively so fine
Only one best friend comforting me
But at times not as soothing tree
Even I don't expect much from it
But just thank for caring in bit
Whole day and night I just lie
Adjusting parts in vain I try
Time and again I keep wondering
Why on Earth it's me feeling
Seasons change bring shady joy
This dynamic gift is similar toy
Those known with helping hand
Deserve accolades for natural reprimand
Act louder in efforts toward duty
Keep up the fight till sleepy eternity
I lose my sight and sense and words
Nocturnal sickness grabs mind in surds
But till that time I witness it all
Eating through pain, braving the call
Paradox though, I befriended him
Because I know it extends up to brim
And that I have to learn to adjust
Bring myself back to optimistic trust
With day ending less excruciating
I feel over-filled energy rusting
Another month passed without exercise
And this is how I pay the price!

A wise thought

A story –

In a beautiful hamlet near the limpid river, there lived two friends, Smith and Harry. They were always together in both joyful and sad times. But one day, they had small argument following some misunderstanding. The argument got so heated that Harry pushed Smith in anger. Smith lost his balance and fell into the mud. All his clothes got drenched in dark dirt. Smith silently got up himself and started cleaning his hands. Harry was not bothered but was quietly observing Smith. After wiping his hands clean, Smith started writing something on the sandy road. He wrote – My friend pushed me into mud.

Soon the clash was resolved and they were back together. Smith forgot everything but Harry still had in his mind what Smith had written on the sandy road. On one fine day two of them decided to go for fishing in the limpid river. This was Harry’s favourite pastime. They both were quietly enjoying the serene climate, just when Smith noticed that he had got a big fish in his trap. He jumped on his feet with joy and started winding the rope on the line. But then the boat started shaking and Smith fell into the river. Harry jumped immediately into the river to rescue his dear friend as Smith did not know how to swim. Smith was saved from drowning. On the river bank Smith immediately picked a stone and engraved this on a large stationary stone – Today my dear friend saved my life.

As they both walked their way back home, Harry asked Smith the reason why he had written previously on sandy road and that time on a large stone. To this Smith replied, “Dear friend, that day was a bitter day and those memories are to be erased by time. That is why I wrote on sand. While today was the day when you saved my life and this is to be remembered always and hence I engraved it on the stone.”

What they explained.........

Places, events and time spoke while I observed them unfold eerily........

While others move on,

You will have your ride waiting.

Be not worried if it’s a bit late,

You will reach your destiny anyways.

Things will seem to be moving faster,

Remember you have your own pace.

Illusions will make you anxious on way,

Be not afraid of them, come what may,

Listen to your heart and act wisely.

Thank all those who helped you.

It will only make you humble

And them happier to help others.

Believe in God and always remember Him.

Dedicate all your actions and possessions to Him.

Every thing you have is due to His Holy Grace.

Pray to Him, Praise Him.

Ask for the happiness of people around you.

Ask for the strength of this unique Blue Planet.

Ask for peace, for beauty, for love.

Believe in Him and yourself.

And always strive to make this Planet a better place.

Happy Holi

Long back Lord’s devotee Pralhad signifying good,

Sat on the pyre with Holika thinking he could!

Ill-intentioned Holika was burnt inspite of the blessing,

But the innocent Pralhad came out unharmed from the dressing.

The victory of good over evil was thus understood,

But still we celebrate the festival by burning wood!

‘SOS’ calling mother Earth was heard by our generation,

Lets celebrate Holi by worshiping good along with tree plantation.

Planet Earth is now reincarnating.

As you can see,

The festival of the oceans is going around,

For the first time winds are steady,

And the music has its own surround,

So all you people get ready,

To welcome the festival of colors on this ground.

Happy Holi!

(Archive: 2005)

God is in Silence

I finally got a reason to retreat in my sanctum sanctorum. For so many days I couldn’t understand why and how I consciously retreated to this space of immense silence. The great Indian Philosopher says: “Do not spend your energy in talking but meditate in silence. Do not let the rush of the outside world disturb you. Accumulate power in silence and become a dynamo of spirituality”. These striking words should be responsible for drawing me gradually inside as I remembered them each passing day. This place is filled with diffusing peace. Here, indolence never crosses my otherwise indolent mind. I understand almost nothing of this world. And it is this incomprehensibility which keeps me awake all the time. This place instills in me, a rushing wave of content. There is no confusion, no effort, no goals, no deadlines, no embellishments and no factual knowledge. This tranquility only owns a Silent Wisdom. The great peace keeper says: "We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature—trees, flowers, grass—grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls." And this is undoubtedly the unconscious reason for my retreat. No wonder why I am enraptured by its illimitable beauty.

For the world outside I am just A. This outer sphere perceives me in relation to my behavior, my strengths, my weaknesses, my attitude, my ambition, my possessions, my work, my people and everything else. And true it is for every being. But the inner sphere does not attribute me to all these artifacts instead it recognizes me as an immortal soul. It relates me with the purity of raw elements. And it does this in simple fashion just by unveiling its own nature making me realize myself. I am completely mesmerized by its silence. I remember a quote of a great scientist of 20^th century: "The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." I am so happy that I am not stuck in aim-freedom-life-kin-money-power-fame chain. I am some what understanding what lies underneath. The German architect found his God in details, while I found Him in Silence.

This race

Anxiety is stepping up each passing day,

Time is echoing the words of haste,

Procrastination has clenched my way,

I'm living obliviously in my own world.

I have long forgone my reformatory ideas,

Which have now transformed into albatross,

I dont relax anymore but galumph around,

Vanity of vanities has vacuumed my past.

Its worse to witness this slow process,

Its worse to degrade consciously,

I am blinded by illusionary white fog,

And losing courage to forward bravely.

Confounding threads failing in connections,

Are running through my vertebral column,

The disease is spreading in all directions,

Making me feel worthless and helpless.

I still dont understand my casualness,

And the withdrawal of my own limits,

'What next?' I really can't answer,

Particle by particle I am heating up.

I'm just unable to put things together,

My 3 lives are slipping from my hand,

Stressing me more are the obligations,

And unanswered queries about my plans.

I just wish I get hold of my lives,

And bring them back on track soon,

I just wish that things turn good,

Settle objects and subjects it should.

Without killing any of my facets,

I hope I do this all on my own,

I will contain all rough motions,

And train them to be straight and smooth.

Ropes to pull the chariots are thick,

But its the Hobson's choice offered,

I have to do it or let die my spirit,

Locking up my frustrations I have to steer it.

Hope to drive well on the unknown roads,

Hope to keep away from dirt at chase,

Hope to value all things along the way,

Hope to reach clean at the end of this race.

Understanding TIME to enjoy life

I don’t understand why people restrict themselves to time limits. Students prepare up timetables almost everyday. 6 am – wakeup, then school, after school, 4-6 science (chapter -8), mathematics (chapter – 1), etc. etc. The list of ‘Things-to-do’ is simply endless. Companies go on to set unusual targets to be accomplished within an extremely short period. Unnecessarily the employees get stressed up affecting their health and disturbing the balanced state of mind. The restrictors and the time-table makers are always heard saying – “This should be completed anyhow within this much of the time, or else….” They put up so many unrealistic time conventions that at the end of the day none of the works is completed on time and there is not even a single percent of perfection. They know all this but still they commence the next day with a host of calculations. How can someone do a work at the cost of completion and perfection? This does not stop here. Even if the previous task is incomplete, this species of ‘limiters’ never mind to jump on to the other things. In this way their day ends up with a pile of tasks or rather undone tasks to be completed some other day (and not the immediate day after itself because next day is reserved carefully for some other work). And when the ‘Grand Finale’ approaches near and near, the students get tensed up, employees get their boss’ scolding, companies lose profit and so called loyal customers, movies go flop on the box office, buildings experience seepage and leakage problems, photographers get to capture wardrobe malfunction, speeding cars break traffic rules, hasty airport authorities ease the drug import-export, and most importantly girls forget to carry a mirror in their purse! HUSH!

In today’s fast moving world such small things do happen (does this phrase resemble some other phrase? Never mind.) But at personal level these are and always prove to be the most crucial things. I agree when they say – Time and tide wait for none. So should I jump into the sea without taking my oxygen-mask/cylinder and a life jacket? I definitely do not mean to slow down the world by thinking, saying and writing all this. What I mean is – one should not complete a work on time at the cost of perfection or at least completion. It’s ok, just complete the work anyhow on time, it doesn’t matter at all. This easy going and chalta hai attitude is of no use. Imagine what could have happened if the airplane were manufactured in haste, without any testing, just to deliver them on time? Airplanes are meant for flying but in this case, well, anyone can guess what the situation would have been.

We need to focus on perfect completion. Setting up realistic conventions is the need of the hour. Man is the most intelligent creature on this planet. But he is being ceaselessly fooled by TIME. Slogging behind the time is dangerous. Just be with time. Understand its characteristic infinity. Appreciate its tremendous power. Learn and memorize its flexibility. And then only befriend it. Till today there have been very few people on this Earth who really did this and gave time the utmost importance in their lives. Only these were the people who achieved success in true and realistic terms.

An example of perfection would be this beautiful Earth created by GOD who himself is infinite. GOD did not just wake up early one fine day with a thought to create this universe full of stars and few planets.  He definitely did not setup timings to create the oceans, the mountains, the forests, the winds, and the rocks. But God, like his nature, took infinite time to create all this, the trees, the beautiful and colorful flowers, strong yet innocent animals, the pout lipped fishes, high soaring birds, the highly studied dinosaurs, the connecting link – archaeopteryx and the two biggest sinners – Adam and Eve. He immersed himself completely in this work, positioned every atom perfectly and is now sitting backstage to control and keep every thing in motion.

Time has long back merged with God giving him the unexplained infinity. His infinity stretches in both directions, gracing the golden years that have passed and the glorious years yet to come. What is left at the center for us is – TIME, which is simply unmanageable by all of us. Rise up. Analyze things. Plan and organize. Dedicate yourself completely to your work. Immerse yourself to such an extent that you start forgetting time. Take your work to the highest levels of excellence. Time will then start merging within you. It will help you attain the next level of excellence which is – PERFECTION. How happy and proud you will then feel for your work! Habits are seldom broken and hence once you get into this habit of achieving perfection, you are bound to taste great success in life. Therefore befriend TIME first and then you will find this TIME marching with you in your rhythm. No sooner does this happens than you will stop making those stupid time-tables and start enjoying your beautiful life.