Returning home yesterday night from a party, I saw this Tempo carrier in front of our car. It was piled high with drums, trumpets, bagpipes, and other band equipment. The person sitting at the back looked tired, while the instruments looked sad. Their moment of glory had come to an end, so they seemed to me. Probably I was equating it to my feelings of emptiness. Emptiness, I knew not why. Was it the fear of losing something precious? There was a premonition in the air. I sensed it coming. I had sensed it coming for quite some time now. I had told myself that I was unnecessarily worried. I had shied away from the obvious, hoping that by being oblivious I would succeed in avoiding the obvious. Life is so unpredictable; one day it puts you on the crest and one day you hit the pit. I had, I can look back and see now, been preparing myself for this day.
My balcony has a ledge; sitting on the ledge, one can see the lighted twists and turns of the highway, cutting across the darkness of the night. The traffic, threads of light, gets blurred and bind in a strange pattern of yellow and blue. They create a silently noisy BG for my vacant mind, while it wanders through eons of pensiveness. It’s a bit risky, sitting there on the 3rd floor ledge, particularly with a body mass that has the potential to tilt the CG eternally.
We chase dreams, we walk those miles towards our goals, in joy and in sorrow, we live life. We chart routes, we plan days, we play safe, we take risks, we live life. On judgment day, what do we have in hand? We came with a soul, we leave with a soul. The last bit of thread that we acquired, we give back. Actually there is nothing achieved. Just as there is no work done, without any displacement. The net result of life is zero. We live life, as being born, we are left with no other option. We love, as being human, we are left with no choice. We lose, as with life that’s what is fair and square. The party gets over one day, the band packs and leaves, the threads of light blurs across the highway.
