An ordinary day !!!

An ordinary day for me - nothing eventful, no earth shattering events or anything to write home about. Another day on earth unscathed. I got lucky again. But every moment means something to someone else. You see an ambulance pass by and wonder what each moment means to someone else- someone must have gotten married today, someone else had a baby, yet someone lost a job or a parent or a pet, someone else had a heart broken or suffered some tragic loss, yet some others went through life altering moments, maybe today is the happiest day of their lives....Maybe I too should ask for today to be a red-letter day, but then maybe I should be thankful it was just an ordinary day:)

Taking it all in !!!

On your holiday trips, esp if you are traveling by road, you make a random stop - at an eating joint for a quick snack, a small teashop for a cup of coffee or even a house to ask for directions. You get what you want and walk out. Its when I say goodbye to these people that it hits me - I may never see them again. It then hits me that I have shared 5 minutes of my life with them, and thats all I know of them. I dismiss them and probably will never think of them again. But then it dawns on me that they too have lived an entire life like me. The walls of the shop, the plants outside the house have seen so many like me who come to talk to them. Why do we always think that only places of historical significance have witnessed events? The amount of significance the incidents that make history have to the rest of the world is the same that these people's lives have to them. And WHY WHY WHY am I not able to drink it all in? Why cant I be a part of everything that happens in every place at every time? Why is it that we feel some places or people or events are more important than others? I shudder when I think that I will die without seeing every nook and corner of this one world. And whats more painful is that my visiting any place is important only to me. We are all specks of dust in this mighty mighty universe. Can we ever take it all in? Should we even dare to desire such a thing and dedicate our lives to it? Even if we do, what difference does it make to anyone else?

Frozen Moments

Whenever I see people idling on the roadside, waiting for a bus or even shopping for vegetables, I always wonder if they are even aware of what hits me painfully - precious moments of our life are slipping away forever and we have nothing to show for it. Time I believe is the most elusive of all our assets, the most unforgiving and the most irreversible. Thoughts like these haunt me everyday while sitting in an auto or while waiting at the post office. What can save us? I feel jealous of people whose mind has not crossed this thought since they live in blissful oblivion. There are yet others who argue that good can also be perceived as the absence of bad, and if you haven't been hurting anybody, you are doing ok, even if your time has been "wasted". Some others might yet argue that people like me cant appreciate the small happiness that comes from doing nothing at all, yet others will argue that there is fun in waiting at the bus stop. Somehow it never has been for me, and when I do these things, a terrible sense of restlessness hits me and I just am not able to shake it off. But then WHAT is a good investment of time? Spending time with your loved ones? Reading a good book? Taking a long walk? Painting a picture or listening to music? Volunteering or helping someone out? I guess when we rate all activities as a measure of how better or worse we couldve utilised the same time, and how unique or regular they are, life throws up an entirely different picture.