Neither a plane. nor a bird, yet it flies..yes..certainly flies..Hey! I'm talking about time.
You know I used to think like ''how can time fly?'' but now when I look back, it's like my fad question question is answered. It's not everyday that you pass high school..not everyday when you turn 18..not everyday when you enter your sophomore year and pass off the time..but definitely it's time that never returns.
This never returning time is actually the golden time, our life gave to us, which we miss now and knowing it won't return, makes us hope for new memories to heap up the already present 'calculated' events that gave life a spark and a new meaning.
You know, when I think about time, I think about people that were in it and also kinds of people. I feel people are generally these kinds- some that relish each moment and let go off the sad portions ; some that brood over the unruly events just all the time; some go berserk over a thing and keep on having fun with it; for some, the gloomy stuffs overshadow the cheerful moments for a while and so- and I believe, it's all about one's thinking, perception and evaluation of events, things, people, etc. that apart from making each one of them unique, poses a serious threat to their personality.
As I say threat, it's not going anywhere like 'assault' or physical strain but mental weakness, depression which (sometimes) leads to physical asperity. I feel the key to being happy, on a philosophical note, is a placid examination of everyday activities which gave us joy or pain and amending our acts, that we did wrong( in future, when we find ourselves even slightest responsible for it). Reading a book like ''Art of Living'' is nothing but an ardent approach towards the matters most trivial to those of international strength.
Oops! I guess I strongly deviated from the topic, so back to the ''playful element''- time. How well we know about it's lengthening and getting shortened, when I ponder and look back to the times passed, I utter 'long time..' just like any usual person. Now when I'm with my first year of graduation coming to an end, awaiting my exams, I'm wondering like it was just yesterday when I had cleared my 10th grade without any sort of fear. With the same unbending approach towards life, exams or anything coming across, I'm as 'sang-froid' right now as I was back then.
I can very well tell how 2009 flew away and can reveal it as- constant movies, frequent and essential meetings with buddies, chatting, messaging, shopping and apart from these skittish times, the myriad 'tear dropping' sessions, some by me and some by friends; a ''hysterical'' year.
But, years spent before it would take few hours or so, to re-think. 2008, I could say, again was a 'buddy' year, when most of my classmates were busy staining it with words like' crucial year' , 'benchmark year' (it being 12th grade), I was deployed at my own buffoonery to the fullest; so it flew. Time beyond it in a flashback mode, was mixed with events of all sorts and thinking about it is not my drink at hand.
So, finally, I sign off with a philosophical stuff- Picture of time is only the way you sketch it,be happy or you be sad- all upon you.
You know I used to think like ''how can time fly?'' but now when I look back, it's like my fad question question is answered. It's not everyday that you pass high school..not everyday when you turn 18..not everyday when you enter your sophomore year and pass off the time..but definitely it's time that never returns.
This never returning time is actually the golden time, our life gave to us, which we miss now and knowing it won't return, makes us hope for new memories to heap up the already present 'calculated' events that gave life a spark and a new meaning.
You know, when I think about time, I think about people that were in it and also kinds of people. I feel people are generally these kinds- some that relish each moment and let go off the sad portions ; some that brood over the unruly events just all the time; some go berserk over a thing and keep on having fun with it; for some, the gloomy stuffs overshadow the cheerful moments for a while and so- and I believe, it's all about one's thinking, perception and evaluation of events, things, people, etc. that apart from making each one of them unique, poses a serious threat to their personality.
As I say threat, it's not going anywhere like 'assault' or physical strain but mental weakness, depression which (sometimes) leads to physical asperity. I feel the key to being happy, on a philosophical note, is a placid examination of everyday activities which gave us joy or pain and amending our acts, that we did wrong( in future, when we find ourselves even slightest responsible for it). Reading a book like ''Art of Living'' is nothing but an ardent approach towards the matters most trivial to those of international strength.
Oops! I guess I strongly deviated from the topic, so back to the ''playful element''- time. How well we know about it's lengthening and getting shortened, when I ponder and look back to the times passed, I utter 'long time..' just like any usual person. Now when I'm with my first year of graduation coming to an end, awaiting my exams, I'm wondering like it was just yesterday when I had cleared my 10th grade without any sort of fear. With the same unbending approach towards life, exams or anything coming across, I'm as 'sang-froid' right now as I was back then.
I can very well tell how 2009 flew away and can reveal it as- constant movies, frequent and essential meetings with buddies, chatting, messaging, shopping and apart from these skittish times, the myriad 'tear dropping' sessions, some by me and some by friends; a ''hysterical'' year.
But, years spent before it would take few hours or so, to re-think. 2008, I could say, again was a 'buddy' year, when most of my classmates were busy staining it with words like' crucial year' , 'benchmark year' (it being 12th grade), I was deployed at my own buffoonery to the fullest; so it flew. Time beyond it in a flashback mode, was mixed with events of all sorts and thinking about it is not my drink at hand.
So, finally, I sign off with a philosophical stuff- Picture of time is only the way you sketch it,be happy or you be sad- all upon you.
