In the hustle and bustle of life, where was the time to sit perhaps and think, of what we did, said and believed, what was right and what wrong ! From the moment when I grew conscious of this world, I found myself standing in the middle of this Fair - each one here lost in their own loss, each one just waddling in their own give and take.

For a moment I stood their dazed and unsure ; where have I come, what must I do, which way must I go. When suddenly a push came from a direction and I too did start to flow in this muddle of life.

The extent to which the elements of the Fair were full of color and noise and celebration, humans were consumed with that equal amount of weakness. The more that you tried to accumulate and gather, you discovered that equally, how limited were the cupped areas of your hand. The more you desired to stay, the greater was the push from the crowds in the Fair. The give and take of life can take place with a cool mind and heart, but this was just an over action of rush and snatch and grab what you will.

They ask me now, what can I say - what I had thought to be of gold turned out to be the mud of the earth ; what I had thought to be a tear, came out the pearl !!

In the hustle and bustle of life, where was the time to sit perhaps and think …

This crowded life, this magical Fair, this ‘mela’ of life is an unending wheel of time. It shall consume all that we experience and think and believe, but shall not ever stop. A mountain today shall be a dusty path beneath our feet tomorrow. How then and why must we exclaim the beauty of the pinnacle peak, when all that shines in glory and magnitude will some day the earth become, to be trodden on and crunched under our feet.

In crushing though, must we assume that it be an act devoid of sensitivity. Were all that find our feet, be servile, crushed and shorn of all glory and presence. Do they not serve that provide for us to walk on them ! Do they not serve that form the base from which shall grow the peaks of glory and magnification. The element it is of our earth that bears the pain and exuberance of existence and birth, of death and end. Respect then to its cause is what makes us fair and just, tolerant and forbearing. Ugliness and all that subscribe to its tributaries may not always remain mirror like in pristine clearness at the peaks of snow clad mountains. At times they need to come down and mix with the earth and learn to live. This earth that sings and weeps with each turn of life’s overture, waits in desperate punctuality for that moment of awareness, when the two shall merge, for, then shall we be able to ascertain our peaks and our mud laden steps on earth …

Fear not the consequences of disparity and uneven compensations. We are none of us built as one. We are all different, even those that think that we are not. We are all indispensable and dispensable, together. Our tenures are demarcated, yet we shall meet and come across each other in capsuled time. Would we be then in consonance with our deeds our acts and our actions. Would we be then in strength to face and confront. Would we be then in justified glory of ourselves or would we be on our knees in pardon and in fault.

The perfect strife in our limited stay is the sum of our means - excitable, adventurous, but never free from error.

One day, a day in redemption or in praise, shall we all be judged, by our own self. It is that day when we shall ask of what we said, did and believed to be right or wrong.

In the rush of life that shall be our ultimate reckoning !

Amitabh Bachchan with the love from, and with the love to