THE LORE OF MY LIFE

THE LORE OF MY LIFE
An extremely hot and dry weather is the order of the day these days. This is certainly a change after the biting cold weather of January. Though the worst seems to be over, things seem to be changing, yet a total recovery from the cold spell is quite far off: I still shiver in the wee hours of the morning. There is a crescendo of voices within me saying that I am almost a the end of the worst phase of my life: this could be a mirage, the end may yet be far off, but I remind myself that I’ve very little control over my life.

My life has been through such fire and brimstone that I sometimes wonder at the amazing resilience that I have displayed against the raucous perennial strains of time to dint the fabric of my life. My fate had once made a lot of promises to me that were full of high-flown rhetoric and grand-sounding convictions. I now realise that they were merely an election-manifesto put forth by political parties to incite innocent voters to vote for them. The promises were a part of a deal or a bargain put forth by my fate; some of these promises have been fulfilled, while several are still in the pipeline, they may be kept at some point of time in the future, or they may not. The implicit purpose behind making these promises was, of course, to ensure that I keep marching in a definite direction regardless of whether I emerge as a winner or not.

No one will emerge as a winner at the end of the day, but everyone will win when the next day dawns. The lore of life covered between sunrise and sunset is as coulourful as a rainbow despite the darkness of the night following the sunset. Our lives manage an astonishing variety of roles with aplomb between the two events. Destiny can always be banked upon to enrich our lives with its bag of surprises. The manouveres of destiny are never a surprise for it, although they do alarm us with the element of surprise in our lives: everything has been a conscious decision taken by destiny, everything takes us by surprise. All of us consider ourselves special in the world as the surprises that greet us are quite personal: of course, they don’t seem to affect the larger scheme of things. And yet, the reality that emerges from our lives is that although we don’t perceive ourselves as significant in the drama of life, a mere wayfarer peering closely through the latticed windows of our lives is often taken aback to see how carefully each role has been shaped up. Our efforts to control the drama of life matter a lot, we must do our share of work assigned to us by our destiny, we must execute the decisions of destiny to the best of our abilities despite the truth that each decision taken by our destiny emerges as an expression of the helplessness, anguish, anger, frustration and the fluctuating optimism that we express over our lives.

Our lives are full of fierce and delicate emotions of fear, anxiety and prejudice. Everyone lives almost the same life, everyone has to make some compromises between time and destiny, it is a situation that looms large in the horizon as the tussle between fate and time ensues, the situation is sometimes quite ugly, but when one looks at life as a whole, he ensemble is not that bad. Every life works out to be a work of fiction based on a thousand true-stories; while the individual stories may not sound well, the entire epic of life is not that bad after all.

After all the drama in my life, I now realise that all of it was orchestrated by my destiny. I would be wrong in cursing time for the end that it has brought me to: my life has been trekking along a path shown to it by my destiny. Tradition demands that I should honour the dictates of time; I should keep marching regardless of the end scripted for me: my destiny has scripted a future known only to it.

It would be wrong to curse my destiny for the incumbent spell of bad weather in my life. Time would certainly bring a change in the weather, although my destiny would still remain away from its clutches. I would eventually stop shivering in the morning, the warm weather would set in completely, and the worst would finally be over.