An interesting topic is to analyse the movement of time. Scientifically "what is time" is a question that is beyond my limited abilities to explain but what I do know to explain is the other aspect of time that is more easily understandable by lay people like me.
Humans tend to live for around 70 years on an average, sometimes more than 100. The best years are always yet to come for the homo sapiens and that makes our lives that much more interesting to study. Initial years are spent in unknowing innocence and mischief without attaching any importance to the time flowing by beyond the approaching festivals or the annual birthday and some sweaty moments with respect to exams and results. The initial years are the most carefree moments that we ever live. Once you get out of school starts the journey from innocent child to the gray areas of becoming an adult. This is also the point where "Time" instead of moving at normal speed seems to start moving at the speed of light.
From a personal experience I had a great time during my school days, however life was that much better after school. Unfortunately this also turned out to be the time when things began to speed up. People often say that when you are having a good time, hours turn into seconds and when you are in deep sh*@ seconds can stretch. The crazy thing is it turns out to be right for the most part. When you are stuck in a place that you do not like but have to stay there for a certain duration of time then not even the power of the lord almighty can make the time go fast. In retrospect one might agree that the time moved very fast but there in the eye of the storm of that situation, the general emotions range from frustration to sheer boredom. Imagine yourself alone in a place far from home and not even the company of your friends to pass the time. This is the time when you get the actual feeling of being a prisoner. The only thought glaring at the back of your head is GIVE ME FREEDOM!!! At the same time you see your entire life flashing by in the moments of intense nostalgia and you realize with a start that the years have passed by so fast. It feels like only yesterday when you were being chased by your mom with this crazy instrument that is supposed to be used for making chappathis and the next instant your grown up and fending for yourself away from home.
It sure is a weird feeling thinking that I am an adult and am no longer tied to my home. That whole adult and grown up idea is not exactly fitting into my juvenile brain which keeps my life full of video games and cartoons. So in such a situation the concept of the rapid march of time is not exactly appreciated. The fact of the matter is I would love for time to slow down and let me savor the good times and when things are not so great time should ideally speed up so I can look back and laugh it off. If only this sort of manipulation could be done, then I would just breeze through the tough times and extend the nice ones.
All said and done the movement of time is something that is a figment of imagination dreamed out by an idle mind to explain the flow of emotions and thoughts that are an every day occurrence. However this does not mean the passage of time does not actually happen. We live and love only through our minds and hearts and if there is a concept that has been cooked up by our mind or felt by our heart then there is some truth to it. The march of time is relentless and the speeding of time and its slowing is a topic of discussion during times of extreme idleness. So the corollary would be that reading this blog must also be done ideally when there is a lot of free time. Unfortunately by this time the blog would have been read and completed and I can only apologize for the few minutes of time that I have taken up from your life.
From a personal experience I had a great time during my school days, however life was that much better after school. Unfortunately this also turned out to be the time when things began to speed up. People often say that when you are having a good time, hours turn into seconds and when you are in deep sh*@ seconds can stretch. The crazy thing is it turns out to be right for the most part. When you are stuck in a place that you do not like but have to stay there for a certain duration of time then not even the power of the lord almighty can make the time go fast. In retrospect one might agree that the time moved very fast but there in the eye of the storm of that situation, the general emotions range from frustration to sheer boredom. Imagine yourself alone in a place far from home and not even the company of your friends to pass the time. This is the time when you get the actual feeling of being a prisoner. The only thought glaring at the back of your head is GIVE ME FREEDOM!!! At the same time you see your entire life flashing by in the moments of intense nostalgia and you realize with a start that the years have passed by so fast. It feels like only yesterday when you were being chased by your mom with this crazy instrument that is supposed to be used for making chappathis and the next instant your grown up and fending for yourself away from home.
It sure is a weird feeling thinking that I am an adult and am no longer tied to my home. That whole adult and grown up idea is not exactly fitting into my juvenile brain which keeps my life full of video games and cartoons. So in such a situation the concept of the rapid march of time is not exactly appreciated. The fact of the matter is I would love for time to slow down and let me savor the good times and when things are not so great time should ideally speed up so I can look back and laugh it off. If only this sort of manipulation could be done, then I would just breeze through the tough times and extend the nice ones.
All said and done the movement of time is something that is a figment of imagination dreamed out by an idle mind to explain the flow of emotions and thoughts that are an every day occurrence. However this does not mean the passage of time does not actually happen. We live and love only through our minds and hearts and if there is a concept that has been cooked up by our mind or felt by our heart then there is some truth to it. The march of time is relentless and the speeding of time and its slowing is a topic of discussion during times of extreme idleness. So the corollary would be that reading this blog must also be done ideally when there is a lot of free time. Unfortunately by this time the blog would have been read and completed and I can only apologize for the few minutes of time that I have taken up from your life.
