We came, we saw and we got conquered. The vanquished won, and the rest, as they say, is the work of the mercurial almighty.
Blessed, and in awe.
Location: Brihadeeshwarar Temple, Thanjavur, Tamil Nadu.
Time is a dis-component of our lives. It’s a sadist and an optimist. It’s charismatic and mundane. Its electric and submissive. But whatever it is, it isn’t ours to claim for.
We think we are spending money, we are actually spending time. Apparently, time is spending us. We crave for money and authority, power and deceit. Time pumps out the energy out of us, we are spent every minute, every hour.
Good and bad. Optimism and criticism. Love and hate. Pride and loathe. Jealousy and withdrawal. Time is the boss, rest are pawns of the dangling needle.
If it isn’t happening, then it isn’t the right time. Wait, hold on, take a step back. The plunge is not to be taken yet.
If ‘Time’ is not ready, then we are not. All we do, is to wait for a better pedestal to shine.
There is something conspicuous and fascinating about the climate of March, not just applicable for 2017.
Turnovers, number games, profit and loss, employment jigs, disappointment and optimistic stories. March is loaded with all that a year promises to pack in a 365 day juggernaut.
I term it as the month of U turns, if you love taking those turns. I am one who doesn’t like the word – ‘settling down’, unsettles me quite a bit. I back my decisions, and work hard to make them happen. In a way, it’s true for all of us as long us we are not scared to take that unlikely decision of our life to get transposed to the next level.
March is one such month of anxiety and ecstasy. It ends and begins at the same time. It provides hopes, we can see them either crashing down or being catapulted to the highest order. Much depends on how you see the proceedings unfold – much of a derailed notion to a more teething issue. What’s important here is the perspective, what we have seen and experienced in years to do what we do today. Differently or desperately, results will come through.
For me, March is the Baap of all spoilers and delinquency. Turnarounds, decisions, introspection, celebration, magic. All happens in a spate of randomness and takes us by a storm.
How was your March? Do let me know and we can discuss the gigs over a cup of tea.
We worship, we slaughter. We despise, we adore. We nonchalantly care for them, we treat them as commodities.
Creation of God whatsoever, what separates us? Caste, Creed or Religion? Well, all 3 I would say.
Rules are meant for all, written by few for all, practiced by very few but the clan is the same, race is the same, behavior pattern is the same.
What’s different? The geography. The map. The outside world. The inside world.