"Time"..., the most complicated thing that I have ever heard,
seen or felt. By the way it is not something that makes sound or can be
visible, but it proves its existence. We, all, always try to reduce
its complexity by dividing it into divisions and sub-divisions. But with
every division its complexity increases. Years, months, weeks, days,
hours, minutes, seconds and its sub divisions.... I have never seen,
even heard such a huge categorization of a single unit; but the time
has.... We can not imagine how intricate it will be. Sometimes it is
so difficult to find time and sometimes its huge presence makes us bore.
People, often, has some complains with time. Who created this magical
thing...?
25 years is a long period of time. An age changes
itself from childhood to maturity or from race-age to rest-age.
Childhood has some issues with slow nature of time and the later age has
some complains related to extreme speed of the time. Anyway a trip of
25 years is not easy. And when this becomes a journey with unbalance
piece of time...; I cannot say how spearing it is. By the way, every
journey has its dead-end. But it would be so painful that you have to
face ignorance of your degrees and certificates. These are the things
for which we have to fight many times, we have to do beyond our physical
limits, we have to alive, here alive doesn't mean breathing, it means
he is really alive, for some achievement, with some hope and with strong
desire to create a path. We, always, are motivated to study, to
struggle and to stand... whatever be the conditions, how much failure be
there. But now these are useless as you enter in corporate world.
…Some lesions are not taught, they are left to understand. Everything
cannot be learnt in schools or colleges. There we learn only those
things that are written in blacks. But everything cannot be in books.
There are things beyond the limit of words. Life, emotions, relations,
struggle and success can be taken as example. Some aspects of life can
be written in books, but these are not universal. The life is unique
for individual; it does not represent a community or group. So one
cannot be sure about its turns. The life leaves nothing to guess. And
the same happens with emotions, relations and all such things. That is
why, I think, no general terms or rules are stated about these. And one
thing that I personally feel that if the life allows someone to trace
its track, what remains to live…?
There are thousands stories of struggle and success.
There
is no certain path of success, but failure has. And by avoiding failure
we can succeed. But is it possible to escape from failure. If yes, what
about balance…? And what is called success then…?
…what is
success? What is the definition of it? Success does not stand for fame
or money. Success is something for which we are born, I think. It is not
a dead-end, it is just a beginning. It is the dawn.
Like a
mechanical system, in the universe, each particle has its identity, its
role. Nothing is a waste. We do the same for which we are here. We all
have our jobs, our places. And to accomplish the job, to find the place
at right time is something that is called success.
I have read
somewhere, "If you want your dream to come true, you must wake-up."
But I never slept to dream. I sleep only when I get tired. So, I cannot
say how struggle may be. I never feel it. But today what I have is not
just destiny. I have made it. Also, I have made same mistakes many
times, the greatest one is to review the past. The past always pinches
even if you analyze it to avoid the mistakes in future.
Some
times I face some mental instability. Because I am in a continuous
stream flow of time and yet I'm standing at the same place. In this
case, there are two continuously going things, one is the flow that
refuses to stop and the other is....
Bad things has a time
period. Every struggle has its age. It is different for individual.
For some people it is too short and for other people it can be too
long. One of my friend has said this to me. It is not good to call
him friend. He is more than a friend. I do not know more about him
but he is born to be the same that he is; and this thing inspires me.
If time allows I'll meet him and ask his story.
What I have
written is that I have an empty bowl, I try to fill it but every time I
fail. The reason is same. I have nothing to pour into the bowl. But I
have a hope that something will be there to fill it completely. Now
I'll fill the bowl with the hope. It is also a hope that I've a bowl of
hope, a hope that some day I'll find something to fill it. Some times
assumptions give the way to live, to create, to decorate. The concept
of existence is also an assumption. Assumption is the foundation of
happiness, so keep assuming.
I have some positive thoughts
that are in motion with the time flow, but these are only thoughts.
...And I am trying..., trying is not just enough, I am accelerating
myself believing that some day I'll find my Space.
Because, If you breath, you can fight...
I
do not write for likes or appreciation. I write because it makes me
calm, I find peace in words, it is just like meditation for me. I do
not know how you feel about it, but let me tell a secrete about this
art,"It is a magic and it keeps tears away from your lids...." Believe
me, its true.
--- Manish
