There is something about my city which never changes. That something has been here since last hundred years and probably it will not change for at least a hundred more years. I was loving it till a few months ago or maybe I still love it. It is stability and the predictability which inevitably associates itself with everything stable. Nothing changes here rapidly.
Some things do not change at all, just like the bad state of roads. Some things had to and have to change as the world scales new heights of progress. But the changes in the lifestyle of people or the look of this place are so predictable with time that I almost always correctly predict when the house at the corner would have new residents or when which one of my friends will change his mobile. Every development in the outer world appears in this city after half a decade or so.
People have been complaining of the stagnant life in this place. But still, everyone feels assured and secured in his or her heart to know that today was same as yesterday, and tomorrow will not be different from today at all. That is the very reason for them to continue with their mundane lives. Yes that is true, I can tell you as I have felt the same. The fact that now makes me feel unsecure and uncomfortable is that such a sense of security is always false, though the sense of regularity may be true. The trouble always strikes you right at the moment when you are most unprepared to face it;it was an axiomatic statement, wasn't it? Mr. Murphy is always ready with a spear near your chest, ready to pierce your heart, and the acceptance of his theory should turn you into a sadist, which is why I reject to be daunted by such unexpected troubles.
But, the realization that I am missing out on everything that is changing in the world when I sit here makes me shift in my chair. But again the thought of facing something which I have never seen or faced makes me sit back in the age old creeking chair of stability and pushes me to follow the tradition. I feel as if I am glued to the pandemonium of thoughts.
"This is actually what keeps most of us going." As these words by a BITS - Pilani alumni keep bouncing in my thick walled brain, I get confused as to whether the search of stability will prevent me from exploring what is there to explore in my life. The Tibetan in the train with "Is peace so different?" on his tshirt reminds me of the eternal search of mankind for a stable happy life after going through a lot of unwanted changes. Our ancestors were also kind enough on us to guide us on how to trudge along through the tough changing times, but never told us how to run in the great times. Why do the folk stories explain in great detail the times of changing balances and always end up in "And they lived happily ever after", always keeping us unaware of the changes in those happier times, making us falsely belive that nothing changed except what we expected to change in the period after the end of story?
Maybe M.K.Gandhi was right, peace was never the end, peace is actually the road, and peace HAS to be the road. Maybe he has actually said something which can help me out of this tedium. Maybe change is the only thing in life which remains the same, and the change in the amount of time to bring about a certain change is known as progress. Tomorrow may bring shining sun or it may bring clouds of darkness, who knows? Why be confused?
By the way, I am back from the Annual AID conference in Bangaluru, where me and Rahul represented the Pilani chapter and I have a lot to write about. (Remember Jessi in Kyle XY s2?) I hope my patience doesn't run out this time.
Some things do not change at all, just like the bad state of roads. Some things had to and have to change as the world scales new heights of progress. But the changes in the lifestyle of people or the look of this place are so predictable with time that I almost always correctly predict when the house at the corner would have new residents or when which one of my friends will change his mobile. Every development in the outer world appears in this city after half a decade or so.
People have been complaining of the stagnant life in this place. But still, everyone feels assured and secured in his or her heart to know that today was same as yesterday, and tomorrow will not be different from today at all. That is the very reason for them to continue with their mundane lives. Yes that is true, I can tell you as I have felt the same. The fact that now makes me feel unsecure and uncomfortable is that such a sense of security is always false, though the sense of regularity may be true. The trouble always strikes you right at the moment when you are most unprepared to face it;it was an axiomatic statement, wasn't it? Mr. Murphy is always ready with a spear near your chest, ready to pierce your heart, and the acceptance of his theory should turn you into a sadist, which is why I reject to be daunted by such unexpected troubles.
But, the realization that I am missing out on everything that is changing in the world when I sit here makes me shift in my chair. But again the thought of facing something which I have never seen or faced makes me sit back in the age old creeking chair of stability and pushes me to follow the tradition. I feel as if I am glued to the pandemonium of thoughts.
"This is actually what keeps most of us going." As these words by a BITS - Pilani alumni keep bouncing in my thick walled brain, I get confused as to whether the search of stability will prevent me from exploring what is there to explore in my life. The Tibetan in the train with "Is peace so different?" on his tshirt reminds me of the eternal search of mankind for a stable happy life after going through a lot of unwanted changes. Our ancestors were also kind enough on us to guide us on how to trudge along through the tough changing times, but never told us how to run in the great times. Why do the folk stories explain in great detail the times of changing balances and always end up in "And they lived happily ever after", always keeping us unaware of the changes in those happier times, making us falsely belive that nothing changed except what we expected to change in the period after the end of story?
Maybe M.K.Gandhi was right, peace was never the end, peace is actually the road, and peace HAS to be the road. Maybe he has actually said something which can help me out of this tedium. Maybe change is the only thing in life which remains the same, and the change in the amount of time to bring about a certain change is known as progress. Tomorrow may bring shining sun or it may bring clouds of darkness, who knows? Why be confused?
By the way, I am back from the Annual AID conference in Bangaluru, where me and Rahul represented the Pilani chapter and I have a lot to write about. (Remember Jessi in Kyle XY s2?) I hope my patience doesn't run out this time.
