Fool...
One can fool all the people some of the time
And one can fool some of the people most of the time
But the one person you can fool without fail, all of the time, is your own self.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Remembrance of things past...
Recently I discovered a lost part of my life on a paper napkin from the past. A day that brings me back memories of eventful days... a thing of the past. When my head was buzzing with ideas and hectic was how life could be best described. Now i cannot recollect but am unable to relate with... such are the times. It was the napkin scribbled on during a pursuit of an idyllic afternoon amidst all the rush at a coffee shop near my workplace. A place where peace could be purchased for a while. Under the shade in the summer months with a cup of cold coffee or a smoothie, i could for a while hang back with friends or at least friendly acquaintances to spend the afternoon. A well deserved break for the hectic life that used to be at work. It was a rush - to take a break amidst the chaos, to find some solace in the quiet surroundings away from the maddening rush. The escapism was justified.
Today, as I read this half way around the world after 5 years - its a different story altogether. Its as if I am existing past my sell by date. Weary and fatigued, all the time. Solitude for which i would clamor, is now available in plenty. What once used to connote freedom is now just a feeling of being alone. I remember when the task would be avoid the crowd trying to bug my life out. Today, there is no one bugging and though it seems a relief it is not so. A mind deserves a break when it tends to get overworked.. there it is deserving and there is a need for a break. But what, when there is no work and the mind is inching towards atrophy in fact. The mind is numb, its idle. And its no place for a devils workshop. Whoever coined that phrase did not know what he was talking about. The prince of darkness could not survive in a idle mind. He wants something thats pulsating and throbbing with ideas, an active neuron network.
I look at the napkin with the doodles from the past, reflecting in the moments that are now frozen in my memory. It was a time filled with laughter, people in front of me laughing for some joke that was cracked or some quip or wordplay that I pronounced. Or friends who by my side would be joining me in laughter as we all watched a funny flick. Now though, the laughter is behind me, as though people are laughing at my back. Times have changed indeed... I am not able to join them in their laughter... in fact, I am not able to even see their humour.
Recently I discovered a lost part of my life on a paper napkin from the past. A day that brings me back memories of eventful days... a thing of the past. When my head was buzzing with ideas and hectic was how life could be best described. Now i cannot recollect but am unable to relate with... such are the times. It was the napkin scribbled on during a pursuit of an idyllic afternoon amidst all the rush at a coffee shop near my workplace. A place where peace could be purchased for a while. Under the shade in the summer months with a cup of cold coffee or a smoothie, i could for a while hang back with friends or at least friendly acquaintances to spend the afternoon. A well deserved break for the hectic life that used to be at work. It was a rush - to take a break amidst the chaos, to find some solace in the quiet surroundings away from the maddening rush. The escapism was justified.
Today, as I read this half way around the world after 5 years - its a different story altogether. Its as if I am existing past my sell by date. Weary and fatigued, all the time. Solitude for which i would clamor, is now available in plenty. What once used to connote freedom is now just a feeling of being alone. I remember when the task would be avoid the crowd trying to bug my life out. Today, there is no one bugging and though it seems a relief it is not so. A mind deserves a break when it tends to get overworked.. there it is deserving and there is a need for a break. But what, when there is no work and the mind is inching towards atrophy in fact. The mind is numb, its idle. And its no place for a devils workshop. Whoever coined that phrase did not know what he was talking about. The prince of darkness could not survive in a idle mind. He wants something thats pulsating and throbbing with ideas, an active neuron network.
I look at the napkin with the doodles from the past, reflecting in the moments that are now frozen in my memory. It was a time filled with laughter, people in front of me laughing for some joke that was cracked or some quip or wordplay that I pronounced. Or friends who by my side would be joining me in laughter as we all watched a funny flick. Now though, the laughter is behind me, as though people are laughing at my back. Times have changed indeed... I am not able to join them in their laughter... in fact, I am not able to even see their humour.
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