Past happenings

Time is the common denominator in all the happenings. As if it is the highway along which man progresses in course of his life. It is present at every step, itself remaining discreet. It changes on its own.

Digressing from the serious to the more mundane side of life we perceive some interesting aspects of time and the cycle over which it rotates continuously through the seasons.

A friend was telling me the other day that time runs faster in winter because the  Sun rises later and sets earlier allowing lesser number of working hours.  Of course she did not say that the time runs slower during winter nights. It takes ages to  clock 8 o'clock in the night.

I remember a  late November morning of 1969 when I was waiting at a roadside tea stall at the central bus terminus of the city.  It was the day I came to the city where I live now. I had to appear at a job interview later on that day. A few hours at my disposal had to be whiled away. I did that at the bus terminus. Later on I appeared at the interview and was successful. Much later in life I settled in the same city. Was time instrumental in bringing me back? Is it providence taking on the shape of time? Questions start popping up which just cannot be ignored.

Whenever I pass through that particular spot at the bus terminus, I still remember that morning. The crisp winter air with a chill - still rings the innumerable bells of my mind. Has time stood still at that point for ever?

Re: Past happenings

This morning as I was returning from my morning constitutional of walking for an hour a faint music greeted me. It was a favourite song by Tagore. The mild northern wind was carrying the song from somewhere in the vicinity. Probably it was a precursor to some sporting event along the banks of the lakes. What struck me were the two lines which reached me very clearly. At that moment I was thinking of “Time” and its ramifications. Was it telepathy? The lines in Bengali were:

“Samay je tar holo gato,
Nishi sesher tarar mato
Holo gato;
Sesh kore dao Siuli phuler
Maran sathe..
Amar raat pohalo..”

Translated roughly it conveys:
“Its time is depleted,
Like the Star at the  day-break,
Let it end with the shedding
of the siuli flower…”

The great poet, therefore feels that time fades out like the shedding of the beautiful white siuli flowers or the cessation of the night to lead to where ? The poet remains silent on that.
Perhaps he had left it to his readers to imagine that out. My search for the flight of Time so far hasn't met with any success.

Siva.
My night fades out..”