The gadget that connected the world but……

It was a monotonous wait from the moment the first ray had striked the earth. My anxious eyes were looking forward for the arrival of the postman who would bring along with him the letters written by my son. Something unexpected, either the good or the bad seemed to happen that day for there was no clue of the postman even after the clock struck six.

It was getting darker and there were indications of a heavy rainfall. In a few more minutes, rain drops landed one by one on me that later turned into a heavy downpour. I was drenching in the rain but I was reluctant to go into my little house. I could not see the day pass away without a letter from my son.

The colours of life

The palette of colours slipped from the creator’s hands onto the ‘Creation of life’ on the canvas to escalate its artistic beauty up by a thousand times. It was a transformation of a lifeless journey from the gloominess of black and white to a multitude of colours, diverse and unimaginable. They provoked the aesthetic beauty, charm and activeness on life. Why should something be in black and white when colours have so much to offer?

The miniature lives

A study of one of the most complicated entities in the cosmos reveals to one the fact that the mystery behind the giant composition was an assemblage of simple sub mysteries which in turn were a proper, systematic arrangements of simple phenomenon of the universe.

Life too is similar. When seen as a whole, it seems to be a complicated cluster of feelings, an expanse of events and a plethora of thoughts and relations. But a skilled analyst would be intelligent enough to divide and subdivide life continuously until he goes down to the level of miniature lives.

Each of them has a significance of their own. They have a problem, a success, a failure, a state of depression, a list of participating acquaintances and a well defined interaction with the main life; all unique to themselves.

The success or failure of an individual depends on the successes in each of the miniature lives and his control over them. A life comprised of single successful miniature life and ninety nine unsuccessful miniature lives can still be termed as a successful one if the involved person possess the power to make his heart and brain agree that the successful miniature life was the only important primary goal of his life and that the unsuccessful miniature lives cannot diminish the glory of success by even one percent, even when all odd cases are taken into account. But at the same time, one cannot claim his life that had the distinction of being unsuccessful in all miniature lives, to be a successful one on the grounds that his basic aim in life was to fail in every task that he needs to accomplish.

An individual has the duty of setting his priorities by drawing a strict line of boundary between the aspects in his life that are important and unimportant. Infant life, childhood, youth, love, friendship studies, marriage, parentage, business life, money, work tensions, happiness, sorrow and excitement, are all miniature lives; some of them being the stages of life while others are emotions that we keep experiencing in our lives.

One needs to choose what miniature lives have the right to form the crux of his life. A student needs to accept studies as his first priority followed by friends and parents. Love, money and financial stresses are the ones that he needs to be far away from, even though they tend to be closely associated with him.

Similarly a married person needs to consider his married life as the most important miniature life. He has a responsibility to fulfill the promises made by tying the nuptial know in front of the fire or the exchange of rings in front of the Father.

People in their old age need to accept satisfaction as their primary miniature life or miniature feeling. They are in a stage where nothing can be achieved just by sheer want.

Life needs to be compartmentalized into simpler things arranged in order of preference between which proper coordination needs to be achieved. Even if the links at the end of the long train named life break off, the remaining ones complete the journey of life.

Everything had left….. but not a drop of tear was shed

There was a time when my life was an empty expanse of space, which contained nothing within it but still had the unlimited freedom that no one else in this world could have possessed. There was neither the joy that arises from the unbreakable friendship nor the sorrow that arises from repenting for something lost, for there was nothing gained till that day.

It was a cycle repeating itself every day, waking up to the call of the birds, refreshing myself, having my breakfast, completing the chores of the day, returning back home and lying down in bed to offer myself to another day. It was a cycle undeviated and undistracted.

The sun had been waiting to quench its thirst with the tears that might roll down my eyes and so was the wind patiently standing in front of me to convey the sound of laughter to the ones concerned. They waited for days, months and years together when one day, a strategy was built to satisfy them.

Astrological calculations were performed and a befitting time was decided to initiate the tender being in me to act in its natural way.

The invasion of a friend into my life had shattered the records of the only living person on this earth possessing a heart that knew not what emotions were. Unknown yet pleasing emotions had taken birth in me that day. There was a feeling of oneness and yet another feeling dating back to millions of years if one could trace it. Barricades were shattered between us. An interlocking of the hands conveyed a message to me, that the friendship is going to remain for ever.

An empty life was filled with events uncountable. I wished that a day comprised of a billion years for the day seemed to end as soon as it had begun. My success hit a plateau and I was dragged over it by my friend. The days witnessed a skillful mix of emotions- of happiness and sorrow. The sun had hailed its victory and so did the wind. The message of true friendship was conveyed to every corner of the world.

Messages on the paper that feared death were assured of their permanent existence by inscribing them in the depths of our hearts.

Even in those when everything seemed to move on smoothly, there was a question that my self conscience posed to me frequently- ‘Will you be able to bear the separation if it ever comes in the way of your friendship.’ There were times when dreams that saw the break up, woke me up in the middle of the night, my face accommodating a thousand sparkling drops of water that was as pure as the friendship. I wished that those nightmares should never come true.

But my request was not confirmed and the day did come.

Everything and everyone kept leaving me in a highly systematic way. The inscribed messages were made to disappear with the intrusion of a chisel and a hammer, the same set of tools that were used earlier. The only difference was pain being experienced by me which was not the case earlier. The message of the breakup reached every corner which had earlier reverberated with falsely propagated messages. Every emotion had now narrowed into unending sorrow. My success went on a ride downhill. I wished that the day ended sooner, for I could not feel pity for my reflection in the mirror all day that was grief stricken. The uncountable events that had filled my life had now turned into a single digited number and at many times a big zero. One of the interlocked hands was seen to try to free itself from the clutches. Barricades and barbed wires were back to their positions. Once arisen feelings have now vanished.

And finally, that friend who promised of things uncountable and unbelievable had also lefty. My life had resumed to its original state.

Someone had come bringing unbounded happiness and after a few months had left taking away not only the happiness but also the piece of mind that existed earlier. My life is now filled with memories everlasting and unforgettable, and tears uncontrollable. Not a hope of the relation being reestablished …….but still not a drop of tear was shed.