Nuggets.........

     Time and Tide waits for None. As a child I had heard it so often times. Dad used this saying to drill into us the importance of timeliness. It may not have been as effective as he would've liked, but lately I have been thinking about this phrase a lot in terms of life and happenings. Events in life that should have occurred should occur at the appropriate time. Once you skip that event and timetable, you lose out on the magic that event brings into your life when it should have happened. At least that is the cultural conditioning of my mind.
    Is it true, that "Falling in love at the age of 40" does not have the same magic as "falling in love at the age of 16"?  At the raw age of 16, isn't it just hormones and a pink tinted outlook that lands you in someone's arms? Is it truly love? And then again, the rush of blood to the ears at that age is so phenomenal. Does that happen when you are 40 when you have your eyes wide open to all the cruelties and ugliness in life? Or is it that maybe in spite of it, love exists and it is more beautiful. Of course not with the blood rush but maybe a slow dance.

      Another oft heard nugget  is "Ignorance is bliss". Too much knowledge takes away the spontaneity out of life. You measure each and every step and miss out on the beauty of the sceneries that dot the road; the mysterious bylanes, the dangerous shortcuts, the murk and dirt. All you have in front of you is the long straight predictably boring road. Which of these is a oft-trodden path? 
Watch the sunrise....footfalls on a beach...and so on and so forth.....But how often do we actually go back to these words of wisdom, these nuggets during critical times is the main question here.

The Past.....

How often does your memories come back in such a force that u feel like u are reeling under an onslaught of incomprehensible loss. Just imagine the setting. Some soulful song playing in the background, sepia tinted photographs of days gone past, the fading light of setting sun filtering thru the window and u have a classic recipe for the said state. The torrent of memories that follow is hard to stem.

Memories of the bylanes and winding roads of childhood and youth. The Mango and Jamun trees. The lazy summer afternoons. And sometimes adventures of these very afternoons. The first flush of those strong emotions running riot. That look, that simple touch, the unspoken words in the eyes. It takes you back to the days of immense possibilities, dreams and promises, questions and apprehensions.
Suddenly you want to grow up quicky and get over with it all. In the typical exuberance of our youth we try to over reach and before you know life takes over. And all one is left with is the memories that rush at you at the most unexpected time and leave you standing in the pool of mere possibilities which are now unreachable.