Through the strands of time: benign and sublime

Chronologically speaking there are two ends to a year, a beginning and an end. But, perhaps if viewed on a continuum, there is more to it than just two ends. There are several moments in time, ensnared, entrapped; pulsating and/or just being.

In more ways than one the year that is, is just about to slip through the fingers with the speed of light and thought or the slowness of a languid afternoon, as one may want to perceive it; the truth is, it is coming to an end. A word not many of us are perhaps fond of, but, only in every end, is a new beginning.  For some it is like a DNA strand, a complex, intriguing helical structure, imprinted with traces of eons that encapsulate or burst forth in the blink of an eye. Each molecule a beholder, each atom a memory bank, juxtaposed through time.

In the run to the end, however, many overlook or forget the beginning, thus leaving the circle of life incomplete, unguarded; open to repetitive contempt. How one wonders would contempt enter the circle of life? Well, ever so easily, if we dwell on the way things pan out on a daily basis. There is lesser tolerance in the air, there’s doubt, there is fear borne of the same, there is a gnawing need to deny, a blatant shamelessness to defy and a persistent urge to denigrate and belie. (Read recent pathetic state of affairs in country on nearly every count).

But simmering always between two ends, in the folds of life, along the continuum somewhere, there is a rumbling: a little spurt that manifests every time, consolidating and then dying. Many such moments were sprinkled across the world as we know it, which redefined the power of time. Many moments on the journey of an entire year that proved the strength of the human mind, the endurance of a people, the faith of an individual, the righteousness of a thought, the ripples ordinary people create to effect lifetimes. (Read survival in strife torn areas, Nelson Mandela the legend, teachers in far flung lands and many more).

Chaos leads to order, and then to chaos again; there is a method to the madness it is said, but nothing takes away from the fact that good does prevail. Some would argue it is all relative hogwash, there is as much good in good as there is good in evil, well whatever be the case the strands of time have shown time and again that good and truth triumph every now and then making the crucial ends of the year merge as one diaphanous memory, one often thus walks through…

A thought borrowed from Alice in wonderland…

“Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
The Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
Alice: I don't much care where.
The Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn't much matter which way you go.
Alice: ...So long as I get somewhere.
The Cheshire Cat: Oh, you're sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.”
 “Only a few find the way, some don't recognize it when they do - some... don't ever want to.”

To be continued…

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