I start by acknowledging the fact that the title of this post has been borrowed from one of the best authors Ruskin Bond.
“It isn’t time that’s passing by, It is you and I…”
Those are the most subtle yet powerful lines I recently came across. Like any other quote,I read the line multiple times, admiring the beauty of those words & their ability to convey what volumes of jargon could never have done but this one just couldn’t get out of my mind.I found my thoughts still revolving around the same idea knowingly or unknowingly trying hard to fit that into some context, find something one can relate to, which in turn prompted me to stay awake at 3 Am (usual blog time) and write it down before calling it a day rather a night!
‘Time flies’ has almost become a cliché ; we hear it all the time when someone becomes nostalgic. We never really put into context the direction one is looking into and the pace of the proverbial flight. This is definitely not an attempt to put this into an astronomy perspective, “A brief history of Time” by Stephen Hawking does marvellous job than no other post could ever do.
But I do feel that sometimes ‘time’ moves so slowly that one would be obliged to say it’s crawling and looking back it seems much better. Remember childhood days ? A Sunday would never end. Starting with Rangoli it would go on and on with multiple innings of cricket, a serial or two,forcefully given home work and then a nice evening movie ; yet you were left with enough time for the hide and seek. Now that’s what you would call a Sunday unlike the ones we see nowadays, where It’s already noon by the time you smell the coffee and within fractions of facebook updates it moves to a typical restless evening gearing up for Monday the day that may never seek redemption for the place it has got on the calendar.
What could it be that made time move slower then that it does right now? May be the little innocent eyes made life and the world wrapped around it appear infinite. May be because we had a lot to look forward to, there was an element of curiosity and everything was ‘New’ to us.
As we grow older our eyes(view) and horizon widens, things appear smaller day by day.”So what’s the big deal !” factor creeps in because we have seen it all. New? There is hardly anything that’s new because we play it safe. No time for falling down and getting up again as it would be utter failure in the eyes of fellow grown ups. So all appears static & stuck to the schedule (which people nicely tag as ‘being settled’) Going down the memory lane,striking us as lightening we find that time moved fast but life stood still. And wonder if I may, In the end it might strike us even harder as we find that Time was just a unit of life we spent here. Though it appeared to move faster we were infinitesimally small compared to it. Time still has way to go but we don’t ! & Thus the favourite lines “It isn’t time that’s passing by,It is you and I…”
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