I don't remember when I wrote this..sometime when I was back home in Gurgaon. Things have changed many fold...
Yes, it is again me. Not with a poem, or a prose too for that matter but the mundane day to day stuff. Sometimes, it is so exciting to read or write or even watch a movie which has nothing special to it. Life as it continues, passing every second, with an invisible seconds hand giving a precise reading inside your mind has things to show and experiences to be made. Small events happening play such an important role as one traverses the destined path called life that it gets absolutely mind boggling to even think that they were important at all. Guess the cliche 'A man becomes a man not by greying hair but gaining experience' is after all true. In fact, most cliches seem to be true.
I sit in this unforgiving heat in Gurgaon. It has reached a stage where a constant sweat in your head becomes an integral part of you. Sunday, it is. Almost noon. And thankfully, there is electricity. Past few days have been absolutely awry to say the least. Random dust storms. Heavy rainfall for a minute. Then that biting sunshine. All have been playing hide and seek with each other. So have my thoughts and feelings been doing with me. I have been doing absolutely nothing. Nothing, at least in the sense that contributes to India's GDP. But I guess things have moved on. I am a different person and am glad about it in some way or the other. Nights go past and I do not sleep. Days happen and they pass away without troubling me much. Ofcourse, waking after a little sleep is a mammoth task that brings more trouble when my mom gets late because of me. But overall, it is just, nothing. I am just waking up to the fact that the process has begun and however hard I try, I just have to find my happiness being a part of it. This is how it works after all. And I am happy. Things could not have been better for me. All I seek now is some movement, and a level of acceptance to be a part of this process. And finally, I am ready to lay my excessive thinking to rest and look forward to things I have been doing waking all night. For where else lies one's pursuit of happyness, it lies in one's love, or job, or family, or the mundane realities of life, small experiences gained; without which we would be nothing but Zombies who walk upon this planet purposelessly.
Thankfully, I have things to look forward to and places to go.
My pursuit finally seems to be headed in the right direction.
Yes, it is again me. Not with a poem, or a prose too for that matter but the mundane day to day stuff. Sometimes, it is so exciting to read or write or even watch a movie which has nothing special to it. Life as it continues, passing every second, with an invisible seconds hand giving a precise reading inside your mind has things to show and experiences to be made. Small events happening play such an important role as one traverses the destined path called life that it gets absolutely mind boggling to even think that they were important at all. Guess the cliche 'A man becomes a man not by greying hair but gaining experience' is after all true. In fact, most cliches seem to be true.
I sit in this unforgiving heat in Gurgaon. It has reached a stage where a constant sweat in your head becomes an integral part of you. Sunday, it is. Almost noon. And thankfully, there is electricity. Past few days have been absolutely awry to say the least. Random dust storms. Heavy rainfall for a minute. Then that biting sunshine. All have been playing hide and seek with each other. So have my thoughts and feelings been doing with me. I have been doing absolutely nothing. Nothing, at least in the sense that contributes to India's GDP. But I guess things have moved on. I am a different person and am glad about it in some way or the other. Nights go past and I do not sleep. Days happen and they pass away without troubling me much. Ofcourse, waking after a little sleep is a mammoth task that brings more trouble when my mom gets late because of me. But overall, it is just, nothing. I am just waking up to the fact that the process has begun and however hard I try, I just have to find my happiness being a part of it. This is how it works after all. And I am happy. Things could not have been better for me. All I seek now is some movement, and a level of acceptance to be a part of this process. And finally, I am ready to lay my excessive thinking to rest and look forward to things I have been doing waking all night. For where else lies one's pursuit of happyness, it lies in one's love, or job, or family, or the mundane realities of life, small experiences gained; without which we would be nothing but Zombies who walk upon this planet purposelessly.
Thankfully, I have things to look forward to and places to go.
My pursuit finally seems to be headed in the right direction.
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