As the
popular saying goes, time doesn’t stand still, it moves. Time heals all wounds.
The phrase is good enough for consoling friends and family. But is it even
remotely true? Everything will pass by,
just give it some time. But, what if we find out that time has been the
greatest cover-up in human history? What if the farcical notion of time, which
we have been led to believe is just a tale spun around to keep our daily life
in commotion? A clock accounts for time; it keeps track of things lined up throughout
the day for us, but by no means is it conclusive evidence as to the existence
of time. Maybe, we have been cheated. Maybe, time doesn’t pass by. We are
passing by. Maybe, it’s us, after all. Maybe, we are traversing the universe.
Maybe.
“Sometimes I think
When I see trees from a moving train,
It seems
They go in the opposite way.
But in reality
The trees are standing still.
So can it be
That all our centuries,
Row upon row, are standing still?
Can it be that time is fixed,
And we alone are in motion?
Can it be that in this one moment
All moments,
All centuries are hidden?
No future
No past.”
When I see trees from a moving train,
It seems
They go in the opposite way.
But in reality
The trees are standing still.
So can it be
That all our centuries,
Row upon row, are standing still?
Can it be that time is fixed,
And we alone are in motion?
Can it be that in this one moment
All moments,
All centuries are hidden?
No future
No past.”
The aforementioned extract of Javed Akhtar’s poem elucidates the poignant
revelation staring at us in the face. The centuries have stood still and motionless,
the moments have always been frozen. The universe is expanding, with its arms
stretching out to embrace all the galaxies and stars. Outside bounds we can
imagine, a part of the universe has always escaped us. A part that has remained
untouched and truly serene, where time doesn’t exist but will soon be born. And
we know, whatever’s born will have its death.
Time travels a long thread,
but it will have to die
its own death.
Maybe the Mayans miscalculated, 2012 is not the end of our dearest blue
planet earth but time will meet its end, maybe in a gazillion years, but it
sure will. We, humans are born in a cage of time. We take birth and die inside
this cage. But outside the cage, lies another world, a world unknown to us, a
world waiting to be explored, a world full of endless chances and a world
filled with life.
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