Spring has given its way to Summer!
So much happened in almost all spheres from the last time I wrote a post. Some exciting, some depressing, some debatable and some appreciable. There are times that you just keep silent for the whole wave
of changes to pass through. Right on the sea shore, looking at the turbulent sea, waves at far length pushing the preceding ones. One in seven shaping up
and then dissolving half way through. Have you ever waited on the sand for the
big one to come and drench you! May be yes, may be no. I am quite a lazy vacationer.
Had always felt happy with the foaming waves washing my bare feet. But that’s my
benchmark. Beyond that had been someone else’s pleasure. Countering the big
waves have seen many swimming the tides. Palpable joy and loud adventure. It can
be so different between a few feet of distance. Same backdrop of clear sky,
blue horizon and the inviting water. The motion is on however acts are
different.
Well, I am right here in my city and sea is just in
imagination. That’s the therapy as the facts of daily living certainly is not
that pleasurable in general. Accidents, Agitation and Anger overcast. No,
nothing wrong with me in person! Just that we are living times when Rocket
Science is doable, predicable, successful but social science is a lost book. We
embrace the waves of change that were so inviting with knowledge and often
without knowledge. It had given each of us some mileage. In the spree of changing
in all dimension of life we progressed … yes, a lot, to reach new destinations
but we lost something very important– which was obvious. And surprisingly this
lost component is constantly moving with many of us searching for relevance.
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| Silent Riverside (Self clicked) |
The other day was in an Uber. An old man reached my place
picture perfect with a well-maintained car. But natural we got stuck in traffic.
The pulse of the rally of vehicles can be only described by saying – “All the
busiest persons of the city have hit the road late’. In the conditioned car, we
started conversing. He spoke in natural good Hindi and I continued in broken
Hindi glued with English.
After a general opinion about e-wallet, recent poll results,
mobile apps the grandfather of four said – ‘Life has offered more options, just
that in the run of life the overall joy of simple things have vanished’.
This provoked me to ask him what does he miss the most. His
answer stayed back with me. He was very candid and started saying – ‘Everyone
in home is now someone, they have an identity. And maintaining identity steals
time out of life.’
‘..Fursath ki time par sab ka budget ho gaya!’ He was an
ordinary but his dialogues resonated another ordinary.
He continued… It was a monologue mostly but I listened as it
sounded real and simple. Interesting stories of learning app to earn more. And
that he has gathered enough acumen to handle mobile features. Quest for
learning was appreciable. But the pain that followed was not what I expected. He said – ‘I now follow this mobile better
than my grandchildren.’
And after a few seconds of silence he said - ‘We have a small house, but many worlds co-exist in it. We
hardly make in-roads to each other’s world as the dictionary and the diction are
both different. This is that change that am yet to handle well!’
The traffic was heavy on and off. Quite a distance got
covered. The old man too took a pause and slowly pressed the button on
dashboard. A sweet voice touched the ears. ‘…Chayalok meye…’ The car accelerated
as the hero narrated the script in his baritone voice and the music picked up…” Yeh kahan aa gaye hum…Yunhi saath
saath chalte..” The change that is constantly griping you for
some cause often pushes you to leave behind something you longed for… Yes, the
change is that you opted for peace or pleasure and the pain is what you left behind
as constant. No wonder that’s the reason 'y' equals to f(x) looks incomplete
without the + c.
The destination arrived.