Time as a healer

Time.... time is a great healer.

It sits by us when all we wish to do is wallow in our sorrow - allowing us to cry the pain out, get healed. It flits with us in the moments of joy, seemingly passing in seconds when we are happy, making the time so short.

Things which seem to over-power us at a given moment, appear to be trivial, non-relevant few moments later. The anger, the jealousy, the heart-aches - all become neither relevant nor important, and very often get relegated to such dark recesses of our mind that we do not even recall why we had thought these to be important; why did these cause so much of agony.

Time helps to give a new perspective to things. Things which keep you awake in the middle of nights, giving you cold sweats, time holds your hand, making you stronger while you are over-coming the paralyzing fears. Time is always there as a patient friend, waiting for you get a move on.

It does not abandon you till the last. The opportunities keep on presenting themselves in one form or another, it is our own fear that stops us from grabbing these and making the most of them. Time becomes just a scapegoat for us.

Time moves on if we do not keep pace with it. That is its nature. Just like a river only knows how to flow onward, time also knows only to move on.

As it moves on, it wipes our tears, makes the smiles go deep in our souls, fashions us into a more mature us, forges a deeper connection of ours with the surroundings, synthesizing us into better human beings.

Peace! Solitude!

Sitting with thoughts tumbling, one after the another, through my mind, I try to sift and concentrate on only one thought, something which could be said to be akin to what is recommended by the masters of meditation.

I wait for that one thought to come forward and engulf me, but the mind is so used to multi-tasking all the times, that the mind refuses to allow only one thought to spread. My son with remote in his hand is not helping the matters at all. The TV switches swiftly between a kids show to Cricket match on a sports channel to  a popular cookery show - all of these with high TRPs, coveting for attention on the 'smart box' (has to be smart to ensure that people smarter than it, sit open-mouthed in front of it for hours on a stretch).

Changing the room doesn't help. Now I can hear the traffic from the road, hawkers selling their wares with a voice loud enough to rouse the dead from their slumber.

Moving to the last safe haven in the house, I sit down again, in complete silence.

And suddenly the ears are assaulted by the loud reverberations from the neighbor's music system, belting out the latest 'Bollywood' tunes accompanied by not so soft a voice singing along.

Shaking my head, I give up all thoughts and surrender to the amalgamated sounds arising from the surroundings, closing my mind to the ideas of segregation of thoughts, abandoning all hopes for it happening in the near future, I join my son on the couch to enjoy the brainless sitcom on 'smart' box, allowing it to lure me away from solitude and peace.

Peace! Solitude!
Another Day.. you will be mine!! 

Ebb

There comes a time in your life, when you need to sit back, reevaluate where you had started for, where you are headed for; what you had intended to do and what you are doing. Life has a way of carrying one along, on its ebb and flow, making you a more or less a spectator on the sidelines of what should have been your show.

Instead of it being your life, it has become so much more..  a complex algorithm - situations compounded and often beyond your control..... you are part of so many lives, touched by so many others, who participate in the 'give & take', which is often more of take and less of give.

Your life suddenly is not just yours, it has become a chore, with getting up at the buzz of the alarm by the bedside to the mundane occurrences throughout the day to the wrapping up of the day.In the daily grind you did not realise as to when did you allow yourself to become a mere puppet of the daily grind.


The time to reevaluate gives you the leisure to see what went wrong where and how, it is an opportunity which is given rarely and should be exploited to the max. Use it wisely to sieve the husk from the wheat, bad from the good, merited from unmerited burdens; sit and cry for what you have lost - what could have been yours, but never will be, cry you heart out and then get up - dust yourself and move on.

Don't let the time be the one ruling your life, take control of your desires, aspirations. These are what define who you are and what you will be. Often in our lives we let the circumstances decide and define us.

Every day when you get up make it worth your while, do something at least once in a day which makes sense only to you, which is something you cherish, something which brings a smile to your face. 

Woh bachpan kahi...

Thoughts

The dawn arrives with thoughts of you
searing through the awakened mind
Treacherous is the mind,
rehashing every thought
every waking moment it plays a fiend
offering not a moment's respite from the fraught
Every so often these leave me feeling blue
and well... sometimes put me in a bind

Rain drops

Rain drops make a sound which seems to tug at a corner of my conscious, which tends to lie dormant or at least appears to be dormant at a glance. It may be the soft pitter-patter or the angry downpour, the sound of the rain appears to arouse the feelings of a discontent of something somewhere which still needs to be attended to, waking me (or is it the my alter ego) up from its dormancy, pushing it to the front.

There was a time when the rain brought about the feelings of despondence and just like the bearers of the rain - the dark clouds, a pall of gloom and darkness used to fill the heart; tears were easy to find. The simple act of breathing became treacherous and herculean, a task which required every cell of the will to act and make it a reality. The gloom was palpable, something that could be touched by extending the tip of a finger.

 Well, that changed, like everything else does - life goes on.

The rain now brings a cheer to the heart, calls out in a seducing whisper to come and share the happiness that it brings to the lands. The tiny drops caress the parched soul of the soil, bringing forth a fragrance which had laid dormant, making the life within to quiver, transporting it from its deep slumber.

Rain whispers, tugging at the corners of y conscious still, but now the call is more calming. It talks and calls me to walk with it. Often I have wandered in the rains, taking my liberation - liberation from the prying eyes, eyes which question, eyes which follow, rationalizations which overwhelm, conjectures which distress.

Rain takes it all away, leaving an unconcerned and unmarred me behind.

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