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Nothing But Irrelevant
There is a time and place for everything, I wonder what that is supposed to mean. In this world of materialism and insufficiencies, where can one harbor & wait for the time to come along as the ticking of time is but yet another moment lost into oblivion. Survival matters, looking at the porters lined in any station, it is the one with might who gets the first customer or rather it is the mightiest one who is sought by the customer and taken.
It is always the beautiful people who gets noticed first or the one with extremities of any kind. Thinking that you own a place for yourself around the magnificent canvas of lives, its like seeking for attention, don’t we at times feel that so much has been left undue with regards to our life, dying an insignificant death, so many has been through the ways of life with nothing to be remembered by but photos & letters etched and laid in the cupboard of the so many more insignificant lots. It is nothing I yearn for, not the fineries of life neither the understanding of the world but just a place for myself where every moment spent is the space meant for me.
“People, they are like the passengers in the train, you meet them, you know them but at the end when the times comes they depart on their own will to their destination, don’t attach yourself to everyone you meet because they are nothing but irrelevant” my mother used to say as often as she does every now and then. True, indeed!!! Friends of my past, they have all disappeared into thin air but haven’t I done the same for them as well? Doing the disappearing act, give it any name but “victim of time & fate’’. We are as guiltier of the lost bondage as others are; there is nothing that last for certainty and infinity except for the light of our life, that is soul, crying to be released…
I feel when sorrow hits in the theme of any play or book I am devouring but when I see multitude of people flocked to any minute disturbances around, I do not even heed a bit, does the prospective of any passerby matter when the whole prospect is at fault? People, the social animal; thrives when others are in the wrong; seeing in it their own sad reflection consoling them of their weakness found abundantly everywhere making life more acceptable and accessible, for it is only in rising above the vices we find the virtue of life. If only one from the mass can come above and make a point, it will be in his very own face the dirt comes. There is nothing as fleeting as time nor as powerful, it grows into people as age creeps in, what realization will come at the end, is it really worthwhile to have treaded the path of life simply to be erased when the right time comes???It amuses and dismays at the same time into nothingness.
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