Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Running Out of Time.

4th February, 2014.

When I was in primary school, I always waited for the month of February. Us Hindus have this saraswati pujo, where the goddess of education and talent is worshipped on an auspicious date in this month. Moreover, according to Indian calendar, this day is also worshipped as the “Indian valentine’s day”, or vasant panchami as we call it.

Neither of the above said reasons made any difference to me, nor does makes one now, so to speak. One Valentine ’s Day is enough and I am not in the good books of god, never have been; what really mattered to me was the fact that I will be meeting my friends. Our school holds a function or event or whatever every year to celebrate this day. Yes, we met every day at school itself, but this particular date had something very peculiar in it. The sheer excitement of a kid for reasons unknown. I still don’t know why it occurred.

By the time I came to secondary school, I made it a point to make sure that I do not miss this day for any given reason, and that all of my friends must be there. Maybe due to the dawning realization that after the school days are over, we may or may not be able to meet up… funny how things work. We never meet except this day. I passed out of my school 3 years back.

Today when I reached school, not many people from my batch showed up. Hmm. I’ve expecting all, or at least many of them. But I cannot say I was disappointed, I knew this would happen. We all are running out of time. We don’t even have time for ourselves. He’s doing job, she’s studying or something, they’re busy with something…busy busy busy!!   Some would actually say on reading this- “they are career oriented, you should be like that too.” But why should it mean we cannot take a time out for friends? For the people who once were the beating hearts of our lives, now are descending into oblivion, an abyss. A few years later, I know, we won’t even remember each other’s faces, that how do we sound or did. A bleak name, just to be remembered on occasions. And the bad news is, we are not even trying to stop it from happening, just letting it to happen, not that we are out of any power or such, but the willingness is depleting.

We can always continue with our ‘jobs’ or ‘study’ or this and that, all the bloody year to be fair, but then, it does not mean anything to us these days. Friends. It has become an old fashioned notion. Just finish this bloody race, settle down, no time for  fun, friends, love…
Maybe it’s too late. Maybe we did run out of time.

Regards.

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