Somewhere around this time of the year... For last few years, I start counting the days...
It struck me this evening, that just seven years back on this day, we had landed in Mumbai - less out of hope and more to confirm... We had parked ourselves at Abhijit and Nandini's place, and had stayed for almost a week (Geeta used to tell stories to Jojo and Fenny - and had made some "magic rings" for Jojo...)
...I still carry that image of amazement on doctor's face, when she found that a person can actually walk and look "healthy" in the 4th stage (actually, the person registering her had asked us to bring the patient!!;)... The slide actually started only after 14th - after NHRC...
...two days from now, Bitti will be carrying the School Flag on her school's Sports Day - the date when we got our first appointment at the Tata Memorial... 20 years back, on the same day, I had passed Bhopal station (just a day after the Union Carbide tragedy) which marked my move to Hyderabad...
...some day at the end of this month, I will also go to take a class, with the memory of requesting and bringing the bank manager home to get some documents signed (my own imagery of that day was of closing one more 'window')...
In the last one year or so, I have lost some more of those who were part of my journey across decades - Shumona, Goel Sa'b, Woozy...
... And so the life goes on...
I guess/realise that in another 10-20 years, most of those who were part of my history (including myself) will not be here anymore... In some ways, the feeling of "having played my innings" is quite satisfying also....
... Which, in a way, makes life and relationships so very cherishable (and 'givable')... it feels good to know that there are others - with similar intensity and purpose - who will come and occupy the space and time... at least for some time
Yes, perhaps we are all specks and sparks in this vastness of life-in-progress... but...
...but so what!!!... Actually, it does not matter!!!
Life - not life - goes one
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Interesting thoughts from a man I have heard a lot about from my XL friends. I am glad I discovered your blog.
To reconstruct from the depth of life is somewhat similar to Ulysess' eternal search for Ithaca. I quote T.S Eliot, one of my favourite poet -
"April is the cruellest month,
Breeding lilacs out of the dead land,
Mixing memory and desire,
Stirring dull roots with spring rain."
We do come we do go but like Salman Rushdie in 'Midnight's Children' says..
"I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I've gone which would not have happened if I had not come. Nor am I particularly exceptional in this matter; each "I," every one of the now-six-hundred-million-plus of us, contains a similar multitude. I repeat for the last time: to understand me, you'll have to swallow a world."
Life does remain after death isn't it??
I have seen you as a Prof but here when I see you as a blogger you are truly mind 'blogging'!!!
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