It usually seems the same to me, every morning, except that today was a little more noisier than other mornings. "For you alone, my soul waits in silence.." and even though they are just googled words from a "broken heart", it does make sense a lot of times. It is not about YOU in particular, the very idea of a wait is just so subjective. I cannot help but make myself delve into the thoughts of the necessity of things, or people to be around.
And then came the usual eureka point of my life. Where imagination met idealism and converged into realism to give me a clear picture of the nature of subjectivity of necessity. Keeping my own actions and thoughts as a yardstick, I realized that the sort of people like US, actually fear of the necessities that life alarmingly gives us almost always. Call it being blessed or cursed, it always does leave a tweak in the mind.
As i proceeded into the day for the Diwali celebrations (the root to all the noise in the morning!), I was invited over to a friend's place for the puja. As I walked into their house, I was greeted by the frolic and licks of their 6month old Boxer Scotty, who has always been one of the major reasons I visit them. Even though the welcome was as warm as it could have got back home as well, I was scared, scared to impinge upon a family celebration.
Diwali had never been a rambunctious affair for us, yet, it has always been a family thing. Mom, dad and the little me, tracing fuljhadis in the air, and lighting charkas on the ground, always excited, with eyes sparkling brighter than all the lights of the city combined.
That night, I was dimly aware- or even retrospective- that my fuljhadi ritual was broken today for the first time. And nobody seemed to notice it except me. My colorful, sparkling, ephemeral and inconsequential sparklers just dimmed into the bonfire and had it not been for all my closest friends enjoying the day this year never like before, I would have even dismissed these thoughts outright the very minute it arrived.
But of course, had it been a few years later, I would have already outgrown Diwali celebrations. Just have to settle down with the fact that, like always, the few years later for everyone, has decided to come to me a few years earlier already.
Peace.
And then came the usual eureka point of my life. Where imagination met idealism and converged into realism to give me a clear picture of the nature of subjectivity of necessity. Keeping my own actions and thoughts as a yardstick, I realized that the sort of people like US, actually fear of the necessities that life alarmingly gives us almost always. Call it being blessed or cursed, it always does leave a tweak in the mind.
As i proceeded into the day for the Diwali celebrations (the root to all the noise in the morning!), I was invited over to a friend's place for the puja. As I walked into their house, I was greeted by the frolic and licks of their 6month old Boxer Scotty, who has always been one of the major reasons I visit them. Even though the welcome was as warm as it could have got back home as well, I was scared, scared to impinge upon a family celebration.
Diwali had never been a rambunctious affair for us, yet, it has always been a family thing. Mom, dad and the little me, tracing fuljhadis in the air, and lighting charkas on the ground, always excited, with eyes sparkling brighter than all the lights of the city combined.
That night, I was dimly aware- or even retrospective- that my fuljhadi ritual was broken today for the first time. And nobody seemed to notice it except me. My colorful, sparkling, ephemeral and inconsequential sparklers just dimmed into the bonfire and had it not been for all my closest friends enjoying the day this year never like before, I would have even dismissed these thoughts outright the very minute it arrived.
But of course, had it been a few years later, I would have already outgrown Diwali celebrations. Just have to settle down with the fact that, like always, the few years later for everyone, has decided to come to me a few years earlier already.
Peace.
