I am no different than a guinea-pig running the vicious circle nomadically. The running around has become such a staple habit that one starts running around for the things that are ought to be good fun…Run for the movies so that you get the best seat…run for shopping so that you can put your hands on best of the stock…run for the picnic so that you can have the joy of outrunning others....
Why are we running and where?
I would have never come to question myself like this, had it not been for my little nephew. He hardly comes up to my knee roll...proving the fact that you don’t need big things for inordinate realizations.
I had just ‘rushed’ back from office to home. I then had to ‘rush’ to buy some vegetables as if it’s the last stock available on earth. After the buy I had to ‘rush’ back home as if Will Smith was to come visit my Kapurbawdi, rented residence for a dinner…or as if I had to come home invent a wheel.
All this ‘rush’ was nipped in the bud when my father asked me to take my nephew for a round of ‘bhoooooooooor’. All the above sequence stayed in my head as it is…only with an addition of kid in my hands. The ‘rush’ wasn’t excluded at all from the equation.
The moment we stepped out of the lift this pint sized dynamo wanted to have his stake of joy from his newly learnt skill…walking. Each step he took hit me like an inertial jerk...physically…mentally. Suddenly my ‘rushing’ feet were troubled to keep pace with his slow motioned, little steps. Everybody seemed zipping past me in blurs. I was experiencing the psychological theory of relativity…It takes one to slow down to realize the absurdity of the need for speed.
It was good fun to slow down…to stop and observe things which otherwise you would never bother to…like...seeing a brim-full panipuri getting crushed under the jolly jaws…some stray dogs mindlessly joying away mischievously…kids splashing away in the puddles…and many small, otherwise irrelevant things that doesn’t count in ‘bigger’ schemes of things in life. It wasn’t a great code breaker of life or something but it was something consider-worthy. A patch in the curve where you need to slow down to get the objectivity of what you are doing…where are you heading.
3 days down the line and the dog’s tail has retained it’s ‘rush’ shape. But somewhere in the back of my mind…those tiny footsteps have left a deep impression…of the possibility of considering slowing down once in a while.
Why are we running and where?
I would have never come to question myself like this, had it not been for my little nephew. He hardly comes up to my knee roll...proving the fact that you don’t need big things for inordinate realizations.
I had just ‘rushed’ back from office to home. I then had to ‘rush’ to buy some vegetables as if it’s the last stock available on earth. After the buy I had to ‘rush’ back home as if Will Smith was to come visit my Kapurbawdi, rented residence for a dinner…or as if I had to come home invent a wheel.
All this ‘rush’ was nipped in the bud when my father asked me to take my nephew for a round of ‘bhoooooooooor’. All the above sequence stayed in my head as it is…only with an addition of kid in my hands. The ‘rush’ wasn’t excluded at all from the equation.
The moment we stepped out of the lift this pint sized dynamo wanted to have his stake of joy from his newly learnt skill…walking. Each step he took hit me like an inertial jerk...physically…mentally. Suddenly my ‘rushing’ feet were troubled to keep pace with his slow motioned, little steps. Everybody seemed zipping past me in blurs. I was experiencing the psychological theory of relativity…It takes one to slow down to realize the absurdity of the need for speed.
It was good fun to slow down…to stop and observe things which otherwise you would never bother to…like...seeing a brim-full panipuri getting crushed under the jolly jaws…some stray dogs mindlessly joying away mischievously…kids splashing away in the puddles…and many small, otherwise irrelevant things that doesn’t count in ‘bigger’ schemes of things in life. It wasn’t a great code breaker of life or something but it was something consider-worthy. A patch in the curve where you need to slow down to get the objectivity of what you are doing…where are you heading.
3 days down the line and the dog’s tail has retained it’s ‘rush’ shape. But somewhere in the back of my mind…those tiny footsteps have left a deep impression…of the possibility of considering slowing down once in a while.
True we need to slow down sometimes n just enjoy our surrounding
ReplyDeleteU shud definitely think dis as part time carrier.
U know ur blogs generally hav a grt msg to convey.
N I feel as if enjoying a good read for free....Ha ha