Tirades Of Time And Destiny

Tirades Of Time And Destiny
It was only a faint voice I heard, but it was something I heard distinctly when I walked home that day. It was a long trudge, so I had a good chance to give an ear to her distant and yet clear call from the eternity. There was a typical music accompanying the sound of her voice. Its notes were borrowed from the works of some of the best musicians in the world. The latter had come together to pit in their efforts to provide a symphony better than anything I had ever heard.

Strings of a guitar are struck while she walks into my heart like an uninvited guest who is most welcome at any particular hour. It is a time when the mind is a fallow land waiting to be ploughed by a farmer with the latest machinery. A lot of seeds are to be sown in the land, and they are to give way to a huge crop, I know.  I can hardly wait till I see the crops in full bloom. I know they are to symbolise happiness in my life, there is a lot more to it than just happiness. A lot more is to come my way. I only have to wait.

There is very little I can do but wait. Practically, I can do nothing to help in tilling the land, but I can certainly add my best wishes to the effort when it is made. In the normal course of events, the tilling was to be a combined effort of the farmer and myself. I remind myself that this is not something that occurs in the normal course of events. My life hasn’t followed a normal pattern, except my external outlook. I thank Allah for the little He has been kind enough to give me, and whatever He has in store for me. I have a faint feeling I shall never be able to reach the station I set out for, but I don’t want to be thankless in any manner for all that He has given me.

The tilling of the fallow land is to be done in such a manner that all elements that can prove to be detrimental to my healthy survival are to sift to the bottom. There is sure to be a lot of positivity and happiness in my life after this. It is going to be a long time for this to happen, I know. The uninvited guest is supposed to do her best to help me maintain a positive outlook towards things that are yet to happen in my life. A lot of my life is yet to be lived although a large part of it is gone and forgotten. I still await the occurring of a lot of events that are already a part of everyone’s life, and I await what I call the best part of my life. I wonder if it is as good as it appears to be. I seem to be headed for a mirage while everyone else has had a definite destination before them.

Everyone else has had an ordinary life, I remind myself. My life digressed and diverted from the normal course a long time back. There has been very little in my life that can be called normal. Everything has been unnatural, if it can’t be called abnormal. I wish I still held rights to expect some normalcy from my life. several event that are to fill me with hope and happiness for a long time as they do in the normal course of events are yet to happen, and I hope I can preserve them in some format better than they manifest themselves in. I hope the lady who is the uninvited guest provides some kind of help in this arduous task. It is to be a combined effort, I know, I shall l have to pool in at least some of my own efforts.

Somewhere along the way, I know there is very little I can do to help, but I also know I must do my best to aid the one who has just joined me in my efforts to plough the fallow land of my life and leave it a fertile land. The fertility of the land is also to bank on a lot of factors beyond my control. I badly wish there was something in my control, some way I could change the course of my life as per my wishes. At present, there has been absolutely nothing that has been in my purview.

I guess this has been done for my wellness. Had I had a control over my fate and the events in my life had followed my will and fancy, they would have followed a different pattern, and my present would have been entirely different. I remind myself that my present would not have been what it was predestined. It would have been something I wanted it to be. The future would also have been different. It may not have been the future destined for me.

I guess I am banking a lot on a glorious future that awaits me after all the  suffering I have to undergo. Practically, there is very little I can do even if I don’t anticipate the glorious future I seem to be waiting for.  I can’t do anything to help myself to a better future if the future turns out to be a dark one, something even darker than my present. I am helpless against the tirades of time and destiny.

The uninvited guest in my life is the only one who can help me out of the predicament. She is the only one who has all powers to get over the havoc wrecked by time and destiny. I only hope they are not of a very devastating nature.