Shots Of My Life Whizz By

Shots Of My Life Whizz By
The train is moving at a very fast pace. There are stretches of field green with expectation rushing by. There was no way I can ever pull down the speed at which they are rushing by. The terrific speed at which everything is flying by is complimented by the speed at which my thoughts run through my mind. The speed of thought can never be matched by anything in the world, but my thoughts traced the exact path by which the train went by.

There was her sweet face in the aura before me, and I can even hear her voice between the rumbling sound of the rail-engine and the clatter of the wheels against the rails. Her abstract form seems to be beckoning me towards herself. There is a typical way in which she called me. Although I don’t want to obey her, I find myself  moving towards her all the same. I am travelling to Delhi from Lucknow because an impulse directed me to follow the voice and leave my past behind me.

There was a lot of me to be left behind, but the most important part of it was the love-affair I had with my past. I had developed a typical affinity with my past. I don’t seem to be willing to leave it. Quite a few hinges of the door of my life hang on my past. Leaving them is going to be like bidding goodbye to myself, which may even spell out as an end to myself. It is going to be impossible to bid goodbye to my past and move on to a future I don’t know anything about.

The future is something that has to be spelt out clearly before me, and it has to be done in such a way that it includes all the definitions spelt out by my past. My future is only as good as my present and past, I  know. There can never be anything good about my future if my present and past are not spelt the correct way. The impending problem before me is to spell out values of my present in the best manner I possibly can. This is the only way I can be sure of a perfect future.

My present can be made beautiful only if my past has been good enough. It is going to be very difficult to build a strong building if the foundation of the building isn’t good enough. The building has to be strong enough to bear through all the earthquakes that are to be the order of the day in a few days. My past has to be explored into to glean everything that went wrong and when they went wrong.  I badly wish I had done something concrete at the right time. A special treatment would not have been required today had I taken the appropriate steps yesterday.

The weather is going to be quite rough in a couple of days, and the building should be strong enough to bear through all beatings of the weather. There are going to be all kinds of attacks on me that I had never anticipated, and many of them are going to make life all the more exasperating for me. All said and done, there should be something good for the world to see; I should look excellent to the world. All walls of my self should have a good paint and varnish on them so they can stand through all kinds of weather. They should not be spoilt by the rain and hail that they shall have to bear through. There is going to be some rough weather that is going to be quite unbearable for me, but I’ll have to bear through everything with a smile.

Quite a bit of the damage to the walls is done by discrepancies and anomalies in the foundation of the building. Luckily, there have been no anomalies in my case. The foundation of the building should be exposed to all necessary treatments necessary for the foundation to be healthy, fit and fine. Termites are quite likely to strike a base in the foundation if they are not treated properly with anti-termite powder. Luckily, my foundation has been very good. A whole lot of excellent material has been used in making the foundations of my self strong and good, and it has given way to excellent results.

There is certainly a very strong foundation, and this has surely led to construction of some strong walls. The walls have been so strong that they have managed to stand through the worst of attacks made on them. There has been an incessant shelling of mortars and shells on my being, but the strong walls around me have resisted all attacks. Some more powerful attacks on the walls are on the way, and the walls have to be made stronger than they ever were to bear through these attacks. An expert and adept artisan is to step into the picture in a few days to make the walls stronger than ever. A lot is on the way, a major part of the movie of my life is still to be screened, and many more episodes of the serial of my life are yet to be shot.

 I hope the ardour of my life remains as it is despite the great speed at which it seems to be whizzing by through the window of the train I am in.