Friday, July 18, 2014

Random Thoughts

Another busy week is about to end now. It has been tiring and uninteresting in some ways. I have not been able to write much these days and along with time the frequency is reducing. Writing is not only my past time or hobby but it is one activity which I feel truly my own – I am alive in it; I feel the thrills of the written word and the idea of creating any piece of writing excites me. Alas, life leaves less opportunities to write. There are times when I feel like writing but I watch TV instead. Working in front of a computer all through the day; fingers are tired; eyes are tired; and I don’t feel like taking the courage to write. Then I remember the golden old days when I wrote as a way of life…
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It has also occurred to me in the recent time that along with the passing years I am growing old. Though this is not a surprise or a discovery, the reflections around this fact is not enlightening in all senses. Every time I think about it, the idea of growing older with time, and I think about the worth of our life. A few days ago the movie “Guide” was appearing on TV. The actor Dev Anand says (in Hindi) something like this, “If there is no God then there is no point in living, since it does not matter at all if a blind person ends his journey in a blind world for nothing; but if there is God then…” He made a good point. If there is no God then this whole world is purposeless and our life is worthless. But if there is God, then what have we done about it? Working in office helping clients do their business more efficiently; spending 13 hours a day for a credit to my bank account at the end of the month – what is its purpose apart from salary which makes me afford to live where I live? But living for what? For what end? It seems most of the things we do in life are not in line with the purpose it is intended to… The commercial world encourages a commercial life… A commercial life makes us make commercial goals and take commercial paths to achieve those… But in the end what will matter will have nothing to do with all that we did for all the years…
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Along with writing I have been equally passionate about reading. But one thing that I have observed is that whenever I set an ambitious target to read a lot – the enthusiasm comes down. Hardest part is to start. In such circumstances, setting smaller goals appears good. Perhaps that is why they make volumes of books instead of making big bulky compilations which not many could finish so easily…
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Anyways, back to the grind…

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