Thursday, 19 February 2015

Interstices...

Of late, I have observed myself constantly searching for interstices in daily life..those occasional gaps that we grab.. It appears as if those are the best parts of everyday. Okay, I don’t mean to say that the interval is the best part of a movie…But at times, they are. Those are the openings which are like sanctioned moments for doing something just because we like doing it. There are also possibilities that we gain them during uncontrollable situations demanding a wait for a considerable period of time. When for some reason, you reach office early (Damn it ! Why should I start working when my stipulated time is 10 o’clock???)…Those 10 minutes..From 9.50 am to 10 am..Are yours..To do what you want to do. This may look such a small period..But mind you, if you actually use those minutes made up of say, 600 seconds..which may fly away just too fast,  (Yes..Life is unfair…It is like that..That’s why we always feel that a Sunday is made up of  just a few  hours and a working day looks never-ending ! And that’s the same reason why everyone says that the longest 5 minutes are the last minutes of a lecture and the shortest ones are the minutes before the bell rings at an exam hall!), that will give a lasting impact on your mind for the whole day!

If you are a bit too lucky, you may be blessed with interstices for even a day! Fine..That’ll be a bit too far to go..Half a day would do. That unexpected ‘off’s you get in bits and pieces here and there! Yes. The client delays giving the data or comes late due to some preoccupancy, the server is down due to a technical glitch, your meeting hasn’t started yet, your colleague is held up in traffic, you go out for lunch and the cook seems to be preparing your dish forever even as you smell your stomach burning, or for some impossible reason you’ve finished your job and waiting to start the next. Though a combination of all these would never really materialize, still it’s possible that one or two of these might pop up together at times.  These will be like bonanzas.. And this is the time when you dig into the mines of your mind to find out those unfulfilled little desires..To thoroughly and unhurriedly enjoy a cup of coffee with a lot of introspection..To just google up to find out some interesting or amazing aspect that you’ve been hunting for so long but never have found time to…To give a surprise call to your long lost friend (hope it brings down the never-ending ‘you-are-so-busy-to-call-me’ dictum at least to a small extent)…To just observe people around and feel mischievously satisfied that they’re still working when you are enjoying your transient escapade from the monotonous routine…Or to go the philosophical way and to simply close your eyes and just envision where we are actually heading to in the long run…

These things may seem very frivolous and insignificant. But, let me tell you, these are the only moments we really do ‘live’. Such a perspective is in any way better than fussing about why we are made to wait. Of late, we are too obsessed with livelihood that we tend to forget the larger picture. Like someone said, even as we give importance to the means, the end should always be in sight. And all this hurry would inevitably be to end up on an armchair with a newspaper and a cup of coffee, reminiscing with a gentle cynicism all these ‘busy’ days that fled too fast to stick on as a memory…

Thursday, 12 February 2015

Little things of life...

I always wonder how little things of life make every day special...Whichever way the ultimate"net effect "of the day turns out to be; there are these minute sweet little things that matter a great deal.
It all depends on whether we are ready to spare those extra moments of our valuable time..
May be a few seconds to sincerely greet back the security guard who keeps chanting "good morning" with that signature plastic smile on that expressionless face...or exchanging pleasantries with the housekeeping team(beware not to go too far.personal experience: they may end up being non performing assets...My loan schedule is just lying stagnated without any movement,just because my communication went a bit too far to share their financial agonies...! )
It creates a feeling(may be just an imaginative feel) that we start belonging to the world...And these few moments spared..do pay off...Not that we do this strategically to get a material result...It feels good..When unexpectedly these strangers become people who care about you..When the security just smiles at me and lets me tailgate without making entry to the register when others standing in the que stare at me with anger and envy...When the auto driver to whom I shared my chocolate long back(though with a sinking heart) recognises me and drops me home at meter price!!!(an extremely rare case) And when the facility services ladies come to enquire "What happened?" with sincere concern when they see that I have scratched and broken the blister on my hand again and it's bleeding..How they run here and there to find dettol, oil, cotton , doctor's number and what not! And then for continuously a whole week the entire team of housekeeping is enquiring about my wellness...
Not that this is such a big thing to talk about..
But I was just feeling good to see that the world has still a lot of goodness in it...That you find yourself being at least a part of many smiles...This may be my false perception or even a mockery of my innocence...But it makes my eyes sync with my face when it smiles...

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Finding the unseen paradise within...

Regardless of all the descriptions and ratings we give for any person, there always lies a dormant angel within everyone. The innate, pure nature that is born with us. The only thing is that it needs an occassion to get aroused...There is this story of  'The Face of Judas Iscariot' by Bonnie Chamberlain that my grandfather used to narrate to me during my childhood days...I just have a faint memory of the intricacies of the narrative,(pardon me for being vague in some areas; and that's my proactive confession when I dare to touch a classic like this!) but I do remember the essence of the story very well. The story was about humanity and was in fact narrated to the author by the priest of a church. There lived an artist who was asked to paint the murals of a Cathedral and the theme was 'Life of Christ'.He started painting and worked really hard. He was able to finish almost all the stages of Jesus Christ's life except for two important characters -Child Jesus and Judas Iscariot.And he wanted representative models for these two characters for painting.For infant  Jesus, he wanted a face that reflected pure innocence and mercy. He searched far and wide for that innocent face but couldn't find it. One day on the banks of a river,he saw a poor child. The child's face was dirty but it was so innocent that it looked like the face of an angel.The artist was so happy to get a model for his painting and completed the portrait of infant Jesus with great enthusiasm. But he was not able to find such a representative for the face of Judas.He wanted a face that bore insincerity, vulgarity and cruelty. He continued his search for many years but was not able to find any suitable face that had all these negative traits together in it.He even reached a stage where he feared if he would die without even being able to complete his masterpiece. This news spread across and many people(who believed that their face was the most wicked and cruel to satisfy the criteria) started approaching him to get selected as the model. But the painter was not satisfied. None of the faces fitted his imagination.He wanted a man whose life has been destroyed by greed and lust.Then, one day he saw a thin, wretched-looking man, who came begging for wine.This man's face bore the mark of all the sins known to mankind.The painter was thrilled at having found his model.He enquired about the man and came to know that he was both a murderer and a thief. He asked the permission of the officer concerned to allow the prisoner to be a model for his painting.The painter started his work...and as the painting progressed, a change came over the face of the model...The face of the criminal that erstwhile bore a lazy look, was replaced by a strange tension.The man was horrified to look at his own cruel and wicked image getting painted...He couldn't withstand the depiction of the evil on his face...He started crying very bitterly and when the painter asked him the reason, he asked.."Don't you remember me? I am the same person whom you chose to be a model for infant Jesus, several years ago.Now I am the model of Judas Iscariot as well".It's an irony that the same person who was born innocent grew up to be a cruel culprit. There is another point that has always struck me about this story...Whenever my grandfather narrated this to me, rather than the moral of how a man born innocent turns out to be wicked at a later stage, what I wondered was why did the man cry so bitterly? If he has been the symbol of all the cruelty in the world...the only thing I could infer is that even such a person could be transformed...Even his paradise within; could be unleashed...with a drop of tear...with solace and compassion...We are all born with the same angel within...Just that we need to pull off the invisible veil at times...

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Back to life...

Forenote: Four months...Exactly four months since my last blog post...( thanks to the strict network access policy and frequent "Access denied" pop-ups by websense).I even doubted a premature disappearance of this blog owing to its prolonged stagnation at the start up stage itself...But some buried instinct in me kept pricking constantly.Finally I made up my mind to somehow find a solution to these hypothetical glitches and downloaded the Blogger App...And then, Epiphanic Moments springs with life once again...

A Simple Message...

A Simple Message...