Just taking notes...on life!

Look, time is travelling!

You always complain how life is crawling. You want to take a leap and see the future but it’s a snail that could hardly complete a metre in an hour. But you are fast paced. Aren't you? In this race track of a life, what have you maintained is only the speed. If you look back, you would trace how far you have come. Still, there are shames and regrets buried inside. That very moment, which makes you feel proud of yourself, also reminds you of the maturity you have attained. You have left people. People have left you. What has remained in your favour is only the knowledge that has melted deep down in you. It’s almost inseparable from you now.

Now what is left with you is self-sufficiency. The comfort you enjoy with yourself is incomparable for you. You are a happy loner and have learnt to crack the lonesome truths of life. But when the other part of the debate hits you, it makes you freeze. Your lips don’t move an inch. The facial muscles go tighter because what expression you are carrying on your face is the last thing on your mind in that moment. Though, you walk daily and you love being with your own self, but such moments run a turbine in your brain which make you think even deeper. It is like a high overdose of hash into you that causes the thinking. The moment in which you experience that you are zoned in and zoned out, at the same time, is when you realise how far time has brought you. The music in your ears just dies and all you look at is how high the beam of the headlight is of each car swifting away. \

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It’s not a matter of life and death…

…but I miss the old times. I miss those days when a typewriter was a revolution and a rare site. And we used to go to our parents’ office to type letters just for fun. There was no purpose, neither to those letters, nor to life. The days used to begin with the alarm clock ringing in that typical beep-y tone. The button called ‘Snooze’ was not born yet, to spoil our lives. And mobiles phones were only in some intelligent man’s imagination or laboratory.

Dependence on school buses and vans for travelling were the best mode of transportation. And without having to worry about our breakfast and lunch, everything duly packed was kept in our bags without a single failing day in all these years. With no such thing existing then, called ‘Google images’, each of the photographs to be pasted in those holiday homework files were properly searched from cut outs, magazines and newspapers. We took our homeworks, submissions and notes seriously. Deadlines were not covered up with excuses.

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