Cold windy
nights, hot cups of tea, friends, petty discussions… Unanswered questions,
confusions, mind boggling realities, midnight walks… when so much is zooming in
and out of your mind, then reading Engineering Dynamics for the sake of an
expected quiz the next day is the last thing anyone would do. Ending a perfect
day is a blessing, I really envy, for life is so messy, puzzling and unexpected
that expecting your next 24 hours to be good enough to enjoy, seems more of a
wishful thinking.
The
realization of the fact that it takes no time for a chit chat to take a form of
a discussion that teaches you something new, the hard way, is not easy to
digest. In such situations either you get to find something that was lost a
while ago or you get more and more confused and misunderstandings find their
way to your mind. I find myself a mixture of both. Walking down the circular
road at midnight has been my favourite quality time spent with myself for a
while now. I don’t know why, but strolling down that never-ending road seems
like a journey that never ends. With this idea in your mind, that this road,
being circular, has no end, takes away from you the idea of the existence of
time and space and lets you think with a certain kind of concentration, that
wouldn't have existed otherwise.
With this
mood prevailing thoroughly in my mind, I kept walking. Thought of all the day's
events in a chronological order. Raised questions, discussed them with myself,
answered them and kept walking. A teacher of mine once said that a science law
can never exist for there are so many cases and situations for every phenomena,
that the idea cannot be tested in all those situations. One cannot even think
of all the possibilities. I have this notion that that human physiology tends
to follow the same path. You find a situation, think of some possibilities,
discuss a limited number of those possibilities and are able to prove only a
handful of all you could think of. You can never come to a final conclusion.
Finding a
young man killed in cold-blood would not be the very first thing anyone would
like to read about just as he is about to sleep. Thinking of all the lives,
that youth's smile has left behind, gloomed, is a dismal experience. When life
seems as uncertain as a cold in winter, then one can think of nothing else but
dying. Just four gunshots and a life down, how ironic does this sound?
With no idea
of how long we are going to live, we just keep living. Planning ahead of time
about things that have little or no significance. Had we spent a little time
thinking about what others feel, what it feels like to be helpless, how does it
feel to lose someone close, how it feels to be dishonoured and disrespected, we
wouldn't have been living in an age like this.
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