I call out for you to be my guest tonight.
Hi Tears !
Nice to meet you. Look at you, haven’t changed a bit since my knowledge of you. Might sound a little quirky, but I happen to call you today for no reason. Yeah and I’m completely sober and sane if you have such doubts now, and I don’t wish to demean the very purpose you serve. I know you have many more reasons to appear, but today it’s just you. I have vague memories of you associated with my childhood although the recent ones have been registered well. I suppose your occurrence has reduced with time, not that the reasons are falling short, it’s just that I have learned to hold you on for few. It’s always something else that occupies my mind and heart when I sought solace in you, but today let’s just talk about you. I fear I ever gave a sound thought about you all these years and I must admit I barely know you for real, how is it to be you? I mean all that enormous amount of human emotions you hold in that tiny little drop. I couldn’t possibly fathom the gravity of such measure you could carry within you with my inept mind. I’m just aware of the ones you shared with me, what about the billion others I’m oblivious to. What is it like to experience those countless short-lived journey of yours on billions of faces that you come across ? I mean a lifetime wouldn’t suffice to explore your treasure of life experiences. And I could imagine how rich your treasure chest would be as the stories collected over these years would be no ordinary ones. I mean tell me how intense would be those emotions, on the face of that Survivor who opened his eyes to witness the devastating site of bloodshed after the attack, to be on her face while she couldn’t fight anymore against those monsters holding her against the ground, giving her pain. On that poor schizophrenic who is struggling hard for life to understand what is real. To be rolling on his face who’s unable to make her realize how it feels like dying inside.You equally stand for the better and beautiful side of emotions too like the one on the faces of those parents to see their new-born child after trying for long. On that artist for the love bestowed on him by the millions cheering for him, on this old proud face who retired from work today after serving his duty for years with sincerity. In those spiritual moments of ecstasy and joy when they understand the philosophy of human misery. Your indifferent nature towards joy and sorrow reflects your egalitarian trails too. How different does it feel to look on whom you appear ? Like how big and strong where the emotions when the Mahatma shed one or even the mighty Hitler for that matter and how small where they when the kid along the roadside shed few out of hunger. According to Hindu legend, even Lord Shiva couldn’t hold on to his strong feelings, the single tear from his eyes fell on the earth to grow into a Rudraksha tree. It’s unreal to empathize your strength to hold such emotions in all these cases. I fancy about your different pathways over the faces once you drop out of the eyes and finally disappear for eternity. Like the ones emerging from the edges and running along the sidelines and finally getting soaked into our pillows, or the ones running along the cheeks till you drain off over the tip of the chin. Sometimes getting wiped off by hands before reaching the lips while traveling along the nose line , some odd little times you get to reach over the lips but you kind of taste a bit salty over the tongue. It’s better you don’t leave back visible stains on our faces , or else every life would have been an open-book to read. I wish you could be collected and preserved to revisit the emotions you hold on for. I wish you were vocal to we people to make us realise what’s really going on within.
Tears waited all this long quietly holding on to my eyelids to hear me and finally rolled away from my eyes like it always does.
So when does this battle begin ? It happens everyday, in every little instance. In all likelihood they’ll always stand to differ
He accompanies me while on my way to work and back home generally, fortunately he is free all the time and me on the other side simply occupied with my routines and other stuffs. It’s usually the same journey which follows everyday until one fine day it changed forever. Here’s how our journey began as we step out from my house that day –
Episode 1: We arrive at the auto-stand to reach the railway station .While waiting for an auto to arrive, He points me to this guy waiting behind me in the queue, looking at his watch every second impatiently, might be late for some real important assignment. He hints me to make a move upfront to help the poor guy skip the queue to save him some time there. But I somehow fail to gather enough courage to ask and I quietly slide into the auto as it arrives.
Episode 2: We rush to the railway platform since I’m bit late today. He distracts my sight towards this penurious lady sitting with her infant in her lap near the walls of the platform, might be in need for some food to feed her child. He gives this look as if I probably know what he might say now but I disgracefully look down and make my way with the crowd as soon as the train enters the platform.
Episode 3: We catch our bus en route, today it’s quite crowded and I’m fortunate enough to enjoy this window seat. And suddenly he turns my head towards this stranger who is profusely sweating and exhausted as if he just ran a marathon to catch this bus, looks like he might need my seat more than me for now. But I simply turn my head back again through the window pane.
Episode 4: We get down at our bus stop and start walking towards our office premises along the footpath. He calls for my attention towards a skinny guy struggling to pull the loaded cart behind him on road . I carry this sympathetic look and simply enter the gates of my office.
Episode 5 : After a hectic day, we friends were enjoying ice-creams along the roadside. He asks me to notice the poor kid walking away disappointed, looks like he just fell short of few more coins to buy an ice cream for himself. I just stand and act like a spectator there.
Episode 6: While walking towards our building stairs, I usually avoid looking at this particular balcony. I know I will find this old little man sitting on his chair carrying that same old impassive look for years since I remember. I always struggle to make a comfortable gesture to him. Pretty well acquainted with this shortcoming he still provokes me by purpose. I accept my defeat and walk straight towards the stairs.
Disturbed with all the incidences he tried to indulge me into today. I make him stand in front of me and question his intent behind this play. His witty smile further gets me annoyed and furious. He softly utters “If I were you, it wouldn’t have been the same for you as well as for few others today,dear friend”. I just collapse down to my knees in tears because he was none other than myself in front of me. I was equally petrified with the one residing within me the whole time. And there I finally discovered these two identities confronting each others.
“Sometimes you need to lose some mind to win some heart.”
Alexithymia that’s all I can say when it comes down to talk about few things, particularly this one.
I guess the title makes an attempt to tickle your grey cells on my intent for this article. Let’s get it started straight from the incident where this idea took birth .
During a metro ride with my good old friend , he was talking about this girl he knew , so she is going get engaged soon but not with her boyfriend as it seems but the one she choose from her community under parental pressure. Now she has made up her mind to never look back and she will work out with her present. It didn’t feel right to hear about it . He too raised his reservation against this incident and wondered how do people make such things work in reality? I didn’t have much to say in this and how could I ? Someone who never played either of these roles of love or marriage in true sense. Though enjoyed the freedom of having an opinion about it. I remember I came up with this statement – You know what , I think this ” Love and Marriage aren’t the same thing. ” if you see. I believe it meant more than those words had to offer.
Love as an emotion and Marriage as an act, both make an independent conception in itself. Together they can co-exist to represent an epitome of mutualistic symbiotic relationship. As now we are approaching this popular phase of mid 20’s the so-called socially accepted age for marriage proposals. We could hardly find this question not mentioned in our social meets like – Who’s going to marry the earliest among us ? I feel somewhere it asks for who’s going to dare to take the action first. The answers too feel like masked behind some real truth, some say ” Hmm , Might take some few years to look into it”. I guess this wait of few years is not meant for the marriage to happen but it’s actually spared for the love to happen. The idea of love later accompanied with marriage always gives this sense of delight within. But unfortunately some find it contentious when love seems to disappear like a beautiful dream after few years of marriage. All it needs is to have a blind faith in its existence to make the marriage or relationship run.
So as we hope for ” Love-Marriage ” , I would like to hope for ” Love-a-Marriage ” , here my definition with the silent ‘a’ helps to understand it better.
Love after marriage – we couldn’t deny the possibility of this happening either. I hope I may be wrong , But somewhere love gets protected from being questioned behind the bars of a relation called family. Do u love your family ? This thing rarely excites us when we talk about the L word as the emotion of family stands at par to any obligations of human emotions, its more than any emotion.
I don’t know when marriage will try to make sense for me but I do feel like ” I’m running out of time for love.“
Not a memoir in true sense, but something I got caught up with while on my ride to office. Intrigued with this fascinating topic, all these thoughts had built up over time.
Going back in time during the era of rapidly accelerating scientific discoveries . In 1842 , Julius Robert Mayer discovered the theory of Law of Conservation of Energy ,which is believed to be rooted from the parental theory of Law of Conservation of Mass discovered by Antoine Lavoisier in 1785. Though the essence of this fine conclusion brought by Mayer was never embraced by my inept brain till now , it somehow helps to shed out some layers off the truth behind the mysterious play of life and death . If the entire energy is contained in this unscalable cosmos , And as the theory goes – Energy can neither be created nor destroyed , it is just transformed from one form to another , It eases my perception over the cycle of birth and death . Would you agree with me – A new born baby is just the manifestation of the energy already existing in the cosmos available all around into this form of body using the biological machine of the parents . I mean my body should be an amalgamation of the energy from the fruit , air , water , sun , fire , soil etc and every other from of energy either tangible or intangible which interacted with the parent body . Its difficult to perceive this theory since we are unable to find their traces back in this present body distinctively . With my birth some form of energy in the cosmos has disappeared to take my form. And finally when this bodily energy perishes it will take some another form of energy and become a part of this cosmos. The funeral rituals too form an interesting ground to see how we treat the corpse to end into , like burning and burial might be different doorways to different form of energies. And all these forms fundamentally direct into the vast ocean of energy exiting. And this energy is capable to take any form imaginable . The term ” I ” makes it difficult to grab hold of this theory , but its easy to say the energy of the cosmos itself ,and will attain any form matter or non-matter with different amount of energy collected from the gigantic pool. And as a result of an erratic process among the innumerable processes I might take birth as a beautiful bird flying high in the clouds or a blue whale exploring the depth of those huge Pacific and Atlantic oceans or a water body gushing through the valleys of Himalayas or take non material form like a melodious music from the instrumentals soothing the broken heart siting on a corner of a window gazing into the night sky drowned in the memories of her love or a mere light from a candle glowing bright in the dark for a romantic date or extra planetary beings like the burning sun or a falling stars or the black hole that engulfs everything that comes in its way. And this transformation cycles will be endless till the end of time and was here before the birth of time too. I was , I am , I will be here in this cosmic trench till eternity .I mean after this physical structure disintegrates itself into the ocean of energy and I am no more an identity to this cosmic form , the entire cosmos is me . Infact , I am Omnipresent. Isn’t the story where Krishna opens his mouth and mother Yashoda sees the whole universe out there personify this theory . I might be experiencing everything in this cosmos , not just limited to my physical body that I have accumulated over time . Right now there is this body present , never know in future would be a part of something else or might have experienced all of it in my past. The sad part is its not being stored as memory in the continuum of these rebirths.
I believe its not unfair to say the sound you hear, the light you see, everything else that you interact with , might have a bit of me from my previous births. So will you be kind to me !! , can’t I ask for it. I know you will not hurt me. :p
Finally it comes down to ask from where is this entire energy sourced from ? I don’t know the answer to this metaphysical question. I assume being able to just realize this conservation theory brings me halfway down the journey to know myself and everything around me.
Science is fun sometimes !! 😉