Wednesday, 8 June 2011
rear view
As we move on in life and look back in the rear view mirror isn't it quite a fascinating experience.One looks back when every one is happy that you came into this world and ironically you are the only one crying.Wonder why?Is it the karmic connection that states ,Oh God!why again do i have to tread this path and go through the roller coaster of life.Your life starts with all the love and blessings and people are falling all over you only to find that a couple of years later they are wanting to trip you.The naive,innocence and cute looks turn into blank stares and later into"read me if you can"ones.The times come when you are being nursed and fed to ensure you become a healthy bonnie baby and later part of life you may be on the bed being nursed and possibly someone there to feed you and look after you genuinely or otherwise in the hope that you pull along in the last lap of life or give up the journey.In your toddler days you are trying to grab things and experience the world under a watchful eye which later on may be watching you still with a sense of amazement at what you have transformed into or with suspicion and fear as to what you are going to be upto next.School and kindergarten in particular ,days of bliss or tears one wonders !You feel lost and want your folks around you whereas you have all unknown 2 feet somethings around you . A few years later you are actually wanting to set free and get that independence which depending on which part of the world you are you may or may not get.If you don't you try all sorts of things to get it.If and when you get it ,it teaches you so much that you either become a stalwart or go in depression.The later years in school and college takes you through tonnes of papers and books with friends and foes,peer pressures and dates and you start getting the first feel of the real essence of life .The girls and guys around you suddenly start being competitive in all spheres and you want to be one up.You are blowing your trumpet in some places or may be hiding your self from these guys so as not to be the target of their bloated egos.Once in college you wait to enter the professional life only to realize that may be college life was better.What happens next is the entry into the mad mad world that sucks you in its vortex and spins you around to such an extent that you loose your bearings and drift with the tide, counter it where possible and get into a rat race-one up manship.The nightlife, the travel urges,the insatiable desire to get more of everything you see and want to get your hands on to .That tends to effect you mentally and physically and makes you ponder ---was this all worth it?Driving on the express way of life you cruise , your speed, you sometimes reach astonishing speeds and take great risks all ultimately to give up and get back to where you started and the cycle continues. The stress you create for your self in that pursuit for so called pleasure ,kills your happiness which may last momentarily.The health that you started as a bonnie baby starts deteriorating much earlier than scheduled due to this crazy indulgence.The peace of mind that you had is no longer there and u wish this all ends.How true!It ends when no one knows when and how.Therefore relax , sit back keep cruising but have a chance to catch a glimpse of the fast fleeting scenes in the rear view mirrors because they are your best moments.Cherish every one of these.Have fun.
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