Time
plays such a crucial part in our lives. We are very aware of time. Or at least
we think we are. A lot of people (not me though) are very organized. We seem to
have things figured out. We know what to do and when. We know our limitations
and strengths. We prioritize. We plan our present and future (sometimes even
our past) meticulously and march ahead with guns blazing (I hope, not literally) and confidence
brimming. Well, we all face hurdles but let us say we get the better of them
more often than not and life is good (as much as it can be). Well, I see a few
of you scratching your heads and the others wondering if I will ever get to the
point (if there is one). For those yawning, may I suggest some coffee?
Before
you start speculating, let me point out that this is not a reflection about the
purpose of our lives (though that would make some good fodder material). I hear
a few sighs (of relief?!) Today something random occurred which triggered a
queer thought. Let me explain. These days, as I hold my daughter in my arms and
rock her to sleep, it feels like heaven. Even after she is long asleep, I stand
there in front of a mirror with her tucked and wrapped around me and watch her
sleep like a doll. Slowly and sadly I realize that this is a short term pleasure
that I have to cherish and relish as much as I can before time runs out on me.
I will not be able to hold her in my arms (or for that matter hold on to her)
forever.
Now this
got me thinking. This is just one little trick of time (and its partner in
crime, life). There are several such instances where we are tricked into a
status quo and we never think about the day when we will no longer be able to
do, feel or see something that we have enjoyed, experienced or fascinated by for
pretty much our entire life. Now this is
what I was referring to earlier. Time is such a con artist. It is a master
illusionist. It makes us feel that we are in control and then all of a sudden,
in one sweeping action, it brings us crashing down to reality. I see a few of
you are looking at your watch. Don’t worry… I won’t take too much of your time.
By the way… did you see time smiling back at you (or was it a smirk?)
We are
all in different stages of our life. So some of you may relate to this better
(even a lot more than I do) and some may be still be young enough to think that
I am spitting out hot “garbage” (you are allowed to use the more stylish and
cool French pronunciation here). The thing is there will come a time (or rather
a moment and a very defining one) in your life when you will realize that you
are no longer able to do something that was second nature to you till that
point that you had not even thought about a life without that.
No one
likes to be told that you cannot do something. Or more so, that you will not be
able to do something. That is like the ultimate insult to our ego. So for a
long time, we fight as hard as we can to convince others (and ourselves) that
we can. We stretch our body and mind to be our 20 year old self as long as we
can. We feel indestructible and incomparable. But then we age, not time. And
slowly we start feeling vulnerable. So I felt odd when for the first time, my
shoulder hurt after bowling for just one hour. My brain had still not come to
terms with another shock. The fact that I had transitioned from a fast bowler
to a medium pacer. That realization was reserved for another day. I felt
frustrated when I was not able to run around the tennis court as I had done
just a year ago. I couldn’t believe I was puffing and panting after just 2
sets. Well, had I known on that day, that exactly a year later, I would say
time out after 1 set, I might have felt a little better.
I
accompany my parents for their doctor visits. So every time one of them went to
our eye doctor, he would ask my mom or dad to read a chart that had letters of
decreasing sizes. He would then put in lenses of different powers and they
would go again. At that time, there was always a small happiness inside me as I
would be able to read every line in that chart (down to the microscopic sized
alphabets in the last row). Had I known that one day I will not be able to read
the last row (or may be even the ones above it), I am sure I would not have had
that little inexplicable moment of glee.
During
my school and college days, I used to remember all my friends’ birthdays and their
phone numbers by heart. Nowadays I have outsourced that part of my brain to
smart phones and social media (boy that sounds cool, but it ain’t). May be my RAM can’t handle it anymore and my
ROM has reached its capacity. Or maybe I should just eat more ladies' fingers.
(Relax peeps, I meant the vegetable).
I still
remember my first winter in college. Winter in India is not a common thing and
for a guy from South India, it is probably unheard of. I studied in BITS Pilani
which is in Rajasthan, popular for its desert and heat. But it gets awfully
cold during winter. So there I was, standing in the middle of the road
(Courtesy a flat tire) on the coldest day in I guess 20 years, with a t-shirt,
jeans and slippers. And strangely it felt amazing. I was shivering but wouldn’t
have taken a sweater even if one was available. I was loving it. And that crazy
ride that followed after is still etched in my memory as an uber cool adventure
(I should probably write about that).
Anyways…
fast forward now… winter has become an integral part of my life as I am in
Chicago now. But I am not that daredevil anymore. I still love to go out and
play in the snow but who knows when I will realize that I can’t do that
anymore. That day is not too far off. The only difference is that on that day
in Rajasthan, I was a young, happy and ignorant boy who just soaked in an
adventure, whereas today I relish it with careful abandon. I know that these times
won’t last forever either. Which among these two moments is more precious: well that
is a real toughie.
I think
I have reached a logical stopping point. By that I mean either you have left by
now or you are thinking of pouring that hot coffee on my face. My intention was
not to bum people out by writing about sad and high handed philosophical
compost. So if I made you rue the last 5 minutes of your life, allow me to
finish with a happy thought.
We know
we cannot beat time. The realization may come sooner or later or never (that
would be ideal in some ways). But the thing is you cannot change anything. So
live life to the fullest and enjoy these precious moments. Cherish them as if
they will never happen again. Treasure them in your mind and play them over and
over through your eyes and heart. They will make you forget everything else and
experience bliss. Freeze every moment of your life. May be that is the only way
to get the better of time.
