The Scornful Distances. . .

Is it the size of earth increasing?! People all around seem to be just travelling and travelling to eternity- no public transport seem to be running less crowded then the Metro’s.

What’s the rush and where is the exploding population running towards...being just a clueless observer, seem like closer the people stand farther they are becoming from each other.

The houses all empty with lonesome elders seeking changes to creep into the lives like they always wished to be dependent on the ones who were ones dependent on them for tiniest of wish and yet happy to boast about them who are just heard from the tiny device called cell phone- advancing towards showing the grinning faces too...and ones a year with baggage of work overhead they visit to meet in person too....

In midst of the chaos of settling lives, making new friends, meeting the high rising goals, the hunt for the gold, family, children, savings, other such lustful desires and also the sufferings there too- the politics, rat race, comparisons and inhumanly expectations- the distances keep inflating into the un-burst-able balloon. The realism is all washed off into the sea of virtual world- each time a new invention is done to curb the distance, each time that bubble of distance grows bigger- that fills in it the unfelt emotions and paving ways to march towards being the robots of future (and robots being the humans).

At one or the other end there is someone or both fighting the tsunami of lonesomeness, suffering and postponing the acknowledgement of the feelings etched in hearts- it’s not easy to read the shaky voices and teary eyes over the phone which are always camouflaged with smiles or as easy as saying- ‘’hey, am busy, let’s talk later’’, and that later part don’t arrive or just till then there are new things accumulated and in those minimal visits over the year. And then we wonder why the reason behind the peculiar malfunctioning of body is stress, tension, depression- the germs of whose are born when the attachments wither, closing of the air vents of heart and brains with overflow of thoughts kept unshared.

Is this how one is made independent, free and rich? I feel it rising towards an incurable poverty- losing the sense of empathy, the burning fire far away is all seen as a lightening, the storm passing by seem as a gush of wind- the distances literally do that- even the science says the objects farther appears smaller in size- how aptly that suffices into the real lives too...even the ‘closest’ of relations lose the sheen, no- not about lovers (though it happens the worst in that when the time becomes the most expensive commodity)- the family- that’s all into fragments flowing in midst the air of formalism and awaiting till eternity for the perfect moment to bring in the change, and that old friend who was the stress-buster in the dreadful college times is just a fading face- who one day pass by and you wonder-‘I have seen that person somewhere’. . . .

 

There’s nothing like custom made in life- it’s all ‘by default’ and by the time the solution is realized it’s all passed off. . . .changing each one around, wondering- 'is he/she really my father/ brother/ mother/ sister/ lover...?"
we never realize that there are no bonds so strong as those which are formed by suffering together...the tough days are the sweetest when looked back...

just with a handful of moments to look back from the life that moved fast. . . . . miss the lost ones and count the blessings. . . .