A Perspective On Time
It was a quiet little hilltown on the foot of the Himalayas. At the heart of it was a tear shaped lake, full of tourist boats and fishes. On either sides of the lake, there were roads. On the one side the road was dotted with shops and hotels. The road on other side had only two temples. Perhaps both the roads were complimenting each other. The hills around the lake were high and mighty, as if trying to protect the lake from any intruders.
It was my third visit there and this time I was with one of my friends. Friends either are for a day or for a lifetime. He was of the latter type. And with passing of time, our friendship had gone deeper, though we didn't communicate much. It is generally believed that the more time we spend with someone, the more deep the relationship becomes. But is it true? When we think so we interpreted time in a narrow way. What matters is the not how much time one spends but how intense the time spent was. So what matters is not the clock but the heart.
The purpose of our visit was not clear except the desire to escape from the humdrum life of the city. If I had some other ideas about our visit, I forgot them soon enough. When such a beautiful Lake was in front of you, who cared about the goals and time lines? At such a place, time, as we see it generally, has no meaning. Time as such a neutral thing. It derives it's purpose only in relationship with someone or something. Have a time bound goal and you will see time slip away so quickly. And when you are goalless, suddenly time loses its importance. The moments spent in such goal-less condition become the happiest moments of our life. And the irony is we are brought up in a way where we always want to have some goal!
Most of our time was spent on talking and discussing. What were we discussing? The usual stuff: life. Both of us were in search of happiness, and foolishly we were trying to find it through our discussions! I had specific idea about what was black and what was white and I was vehement about proving myself right. My friend, as mild as ever, was trying to counter me by putting difficult questions. Yet, as I see now, these were not the best moments there.
The best moments were those when we were neither talking nor taking anything. These were the moments when we were looking at the lake. These were moments when we were boating in the lake. We were seeing other people boating proud us, the small ripples and bubbles on the water. These were the moments when we were seeing the overbearing mountains above us, the white clouds and the birds. When we were doing this, we didn't check time. It just passed by. We didn't have to spend it. During those moments, we were only spending ourselves.
Our stay there lasted for only two days. We had the desire to stay there for ever. But the clock, had started ticking. We had to return to our clock-dominated world, where time is more important than the heart.