Moments come, moments pass by....we wait and wait and wait for THE moment to arrive and glorify our lives..painters wait for THE painting of lifetime to be created, dancers wait for THE unforgettable performance to be given, businesspersons wait for THE contract to be signed and everybody waits for something or the other to be materialized!! But while aiming at the destination, we often forget to relish and cherish the journey towards that destination, and similarly we ignore the docile everyday moments that induce life into our living!!
I sometimes let them go, sometimes feel those brief precious moments and usually later realize how ignorantly I have let my feelings go into obscure memory of daily life. I realize and I regret, and again repeat the same out of my long-nourished habit of ignorance to "everyday things"..and I continue to run chase my destination fast..and the destination seems to chase something else faster and faster and faster...
I see it disappearing into oblivion of distance, I fall and I want to lie down forever, tired and defeated..I release my breadth into the despondent air around and it echoes back my loneliness to myself..
But innate hope inside me finds its way to expression when the memory of a casual pat on my head from my Dad comes back to me; My eyes fall on the bunch of regular cards my sister use to put beneath my pillow night before my every exam; I think of the small everyday things I have always got from Mom even before realizing that how much I needed them; The friend who turned back to wipe off eyes when I was about to leave revisits me in memory; I remember the teacher who blessed me even before I bent down in front of him. I remember the old beggar's face when he used to receive a coin from me before asking for one. I recollect small tokens of love and care scattered here and there, moments I have passed by and stepped on the way left behind. I can't move backward and relive those moments..but I can get up to step forward with everything that was unrecognized, yet so precious and close, everything that I will find on this beautiful journey of life....with the realization that it is not about the destination, but about the journey that matters!!
Very well written and absolutely true!!
ReplyDeleteA discordant voice, it is often said, brings a flair, a color amidst agreeable opinions. The comment above seems to be an uncritical evaluation of your expressions. Not that I opine only to present my crticalities. Unfortunately I have an opinion.
ReplyDeleteThis classical nature of reminiscence and renditions must stop. Have you ever thought, O Pseudo poet, that there is a world beyond sugar coated memory. Why do you show case the world as sweet as above? Aren't there sleepless nights in life you have had? Aren't there discordant voices that are raised against yourself about the way we are brought up?
I am a Jew and Israel is my home. And you things are not as rosy your manifestations are back at home. I am sure so is the case with you Indians! Then why this Classical Romantic Pseudo Poetry!!
Why dont you have the courage to face the world as it is? beyond the dead shells of romanticism. As a fellow blogger I seek an answer and I believe I deserve one!
yes, very well written post. I believe that every one in this world has harsh realities to face but to cope with these it is very essential to be positive and remember what ever happy moments that we have in life and go on with it courageously.
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