As we
swim through the phases of our life – the exhilarated phase, the drudgery
phase, the jumping-up-and-down-happy phase, the heartsick phase, the
sad-like-never before phase, among others – we realize that there is a common
light whose glimmer can be seen all along. These small events bear no
importance to the direction our life takes, but they always form a part of the
whole, giving realism to the phantasmagoria of make-believe called life. I
would like to recount some of those events that I had to notice hard to see.
As my
day begins, I go to the kitchen, and put 4 eggs to boil – two for my flat-mate
and two for myself. This routine, ossified in the realms of everydayness,
stands by me as a silent spectator, not making even the slightest movement for
fear of making me realize its presence. In almost the same way, the guard of
our building comes out and stands outside his room to watch me leave as I open
the lock of the gate to go out. He has this annoying habit of standing right by
you and pretending to be invisible, irrespective of the fact that you might be
discussing life and death matters with your postman or your maid.
About
a month back, the following incident took place. As I stood at the location
where I board the morning bus, and tried to immerse myself in the book in my
hand or in the song on my ipod, there is this shared-auto rickshaw that turned
right from the crossing where I stood. I had not noticed it for almost a month,
when that day I heard a voice followed by a cackling noise which can only either
be produced by a mob of excited tiny chickens on a rampage or by a group of
small girls poked about 4 inches below their armpits all at the same time. As I
looked up at the source of the outburst, I saw some hands waving towards me
while some making the tip of their thumb touch the tip of their index finger.
It was only the next day when I heard a clear voice saying something to the
effect of “Bhaiyya, nice hairstyle!” Caught off-guard as I was, all I could do
was smile shyly in return. Since then, I regularly get wide smiles and
enthusiastic wave of hands, to which I happily wave back.
The
return journey from the office is typically characterised by a sincere effort
on my part to make progress in reading whichever book I’m in the middle of. The
first fit of drowsiness acting as a signal, I hastily put the book back in my
bag, and doze off, before asking somebody close by to make sure that I’m up
when my stop comes. After the short nap, which can be best described as
head-banging in slow motion, when I get down from the bus, it typically becomes
difficult to gather my bearings. The semi-sleepy walk that I have back from the
point I alight from the bus to my apartment is something which typifies my
everyday life.
These
events easily become a part of my routine, and sadly the events which I would
have loved to put here as daily occurrences, like a daily workout, or a regular
jog, or an evening writing session, followed by some practice on the guitar,
could not form a part of this enviable list. It leads me to believe that these
daily transactions form the bulwark of our existence, and cannot be controlled,
however hard we may try. By giving a sense of regularity to our lives, they
make one realize that life is made of these simple things which don’t get much
credit, as much as it is made of the highs which we remember fondly in the
twilight of our years. We can do well to pause a moment, look around and
breathe in these simple pleasures of life.
Fantastic Pranay! As we become consciously aware of our everyday small pleasures, we tend to cherish them more.Good one!
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