So, I am
writing again….may be after 3 months or so ? And at this moment I amfeeling the
most enthusiastic person in the world.
And just
like this, whatever we feel Enthusiastic or Happy or Content or Thrilled about doing,
we keep on postponing them, thinking ‘Ok, maybe when I get a little me time’.
‘Me time’ is ‘THE’ time dear- I keep on telling myself. But in the
S-D-L-C or Simple-Domestic-Life-Cycle,
other momentary priorities keeps on pushing back those most wanted perfect
times of life.
‘weekdays
are hurried, may be next weekend leisurely afternoon’, ‘not afternoon, weekend
afternoons are too much hectic’, ’not tonight I have a guest coming for
dinner’, ‘after the deadlines, may be mid-release breaks?’ ,’shit! First I have
to clean the mess in kitchen’….and to be continued!
Now some
time S-D-L-C follows complex spiral model and me time gets moved out totally.
I grew up, I am growing old. And one night
find out that I used to collect coins in that small tin box, where’s that green
painted tin box gone? Or my harmonium, I still feel the wooden smell on its
coven- the hushing sound of its bellows-velvety touch on the keys. I had played it for 12 years and now I sing
only in kitchen or in bathroom may be? Or, find out the 7 years of diary filled
with thousands of short poems I used to write in college. I used to be very
protective about that small diary and it’d always be kept under my mattress.
One day I became Software Engineer and my Soft-corner for this diary fainted
out gradually.
All that
used be best companions of time, have disappeared or may have hidden somewhere abandoned for long.
We are
rushing for an unforeseen happiness coming in our way and investing day and
night over to achieve that. If we evaluate this happiness in terms of possessions
may be it figures out a high-salaried job,
a small apartment, a big car, children to play in the living room,
retirement plans after 60 etc.
When I will be 65 (if I live that long) I won’t be having the morning rush to reach
office, deadlines to finish, appraisal to be evaluated, sitting in a big living room may be,
children gone to work and lots of ‘ME TIME’ for which I have been waiting for
years.
But what if the ‘me time’ treasures would disappear by then, if I forget
to write down my thoughts in words? If I forget to click photographs due to lack
of practice? If still regret for loosing that coin-collection box as I do now, like all the small boxes unfolding pure pleasure of life, what for I live until I die
?
Achievements
are essentials. But probably loving ourselves are necessities.
