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It is time to start writing
the story of the
next six months.
It is 1 A.M when I
start writing this. By the time I finish writing this, the time might have
changed.
But does time
really change? Or we use it as a metaphor to talk about the changes, which keep
taking place in our life and in the lives of others. Just think about it.
By the time you
start thinking, you will realize that there’s a change in the date and in the
day.
It is June 30th.
The last day of this month, which also marks the completion of the last six
months or the first six months of 2020.
You might now say,
‘Time flies’. Should I then ask, ‘Does
time really fly?’
Please don’t mind
my questions. I am not questioning you alone. I question myself too. In the
last six months, I’ve questioned myself more than I’ve questioned anyone else ever. Did I
find answers to my questions? I haven’t; at least not in the last six months.
Now, if you ask me about the next six months. I may just remain quiet. Or I may
speak plenty. You might then ask me to simply Shut up. I won’t mind being reprimanded.
Would you mind,
if I tell you, January 1st arrived in style. It was a good
beginning, isn’t it? Yes, it was. At least I ushered in the New Year in style;
hugging, singing, celebrating and of course with a glass of fine wine. The food
was cooked with so much love; the memory of its delectable taste hasn’t faded. Going
by my fondness for food, I am not going to let it fade either.
Then came
February and that quick trip to Kolkata. Accompanied by most loved friends, the
joy of being at the Book Fair grew manifold. We went sightseeing, shopping,
tram hopping, bus hopping, train hopping. In March, the road trip to Aurangabad
again turned out to be exceptional. So much happiness in the first three months;
all of which, if transliterated would earn the status of being magnificent.
Unaware of a fast
approaching crisis; still footloose and free; in a mood to explore, we were on
one-of-its-kind of a joyride. By mid of March, everything changed. The change
continues. Some of my friends, family members and loved ones said, ‘Times have
changed’. I asked them that question again, ‘Does time really change?’
Of course, they said. They went on to say, ‘Time has changed for us. Time has changed for the world. Time will
change for you.’ But, I as ask again, ‘Is
time changing or is it us changing?’
This debate won’t
end so soon. This debate has been going on for the last six months. In the next
six months, this debate might grow fatter with a new layer of interpretation. But
I am interested in knowing, if I will ever stop being in question!
So, it is June 30th.
The pandemic hasn’t shown any signs of retreat. The lockdown rules have been reinstated;
the vaccines are still being tested in labs; nothing seems to be at as much
risk as our level of patience.
We are done with
the story of last six months. It is time to start writing the story of the next
six months. Some words have already come flying our way - #NewNormal, #StayHomeStaySafe,
#LockdownDiaries, #BeSelfReliant, #TameTheDragon, #BeThereForSomeone. There
will be newer words. There will be newer thoughts. And there will be a new
time? I will be there, asking a new question – Is there anything of that sort called New Time?
So, till you
start engineering a reply or orchestrating an answer; let me go ahead and
publish this post. Because June 30 will be with us and we will be with it, only
for a day. It will take another 365 days to meet the next June 30 (provided
2020 ends on a good note and 2021 promises Good
Life).
- Virtuous
Vociferous | June 30 | June Blog-2 | What If | 2020
