Thursday, August 27, 2009

random muse

It's sad how easy it becomes to discard things once they are old and irrelevant to the present. Say, those old documents at my desk. I rummaged through the pile of files, folders, A4 sheets, colour prints, checklists... neatly put back the selected ones and rejected others.
Rejection becomes such an easy job when time has passed.
What point am I trying to make here? Nothing just an observation and attempt at understanding this typical behaviour.
These rejected ones were so precious few weeks ago. I thought I would sit at peace and go through them, absorb each element, understand and preserve each bit.

There are times when you know you wouldn't let go of something. But you never know, the future might see you indifferently get rid of the same, suppressing few wishes deep down, mechanically surrendering to situations or the idea of "moving on with times".

Those envelopes or gift wraps you had lovingly unravelled to find your gift by a special or not so special one, tucked the torn pieces safe into your shelf, looked at them time and again to relive the same warmth.. With time, you keep some reject few...why?because you can't keep them all na... Just like you need to sell off old newspapers..the same newspaper that had helped you explore the most surprising facts around the world..articles that had prompted you to discuss and debate and gift you the world in mere 2 to three bucks.

It gets so difficult to preserve all the memories that you had once vouched for.
Your first best friend at school, when you didnt even know what a best friend meant..who helped you learn your concepts by-heart by reading them aloud again and again , pestered her mother to pack your favourite food for lunch, voted for you as the class prefect! Today,years after, one scrap on orkut might just bring in memories of you and her, but what I find sad is how mute feelings can become with time which once screamed with promises of eternal bliss.


Yeah, you can give a new name to this rejection. Call it Priority. Time. Change. Plain Indifference?


Things take a backseat, life takes a back-seat...people change.. you adjust according to your convenience...at times let time and life take over than you taking over it...

Like I said..random muse! Never mind.

7 comments:

Reetika said...

So true !! Aaina wohi rehta hai, chehre badal jaate hain .......

Reetika said...

So true !! Aaina wohi rehta hai, chehre badal jaate hain .......

The Sage said...

interesting topic... very interesting... but then, it becomes necessary to discard things with time... things change, relationships change, you and me change... and the things that are not compatible with the change are chucked out... that's life, for you!!!

Ricky said...

There are times you go through your stuff and find something that bring back whole rush of memories...a letter written by your grandpa, an old cassette recorded and gifted by your best friend, an old picture clicked when no one was watching...you can't discard these no matter even if you live in an age of email, mp3s and digital photos (which all are erasable with a click of a button unfortunately)

Queen Bee said...

What I have realised all through is that the term people is a very minscule part of the univese. Times change, your space change, new knowledge and insights help u rearrange that priority list. to clean the clutter you transfer fond experiences into the memories folder, and the worse rest is swiped clean with Shift+Del. Changes can b big or small...but changes do hapn n it is only wise to take it all in your stride.

Happy Writing

Beauty and the BEast said...

I dont know, its almost like rejection and change could be perceived as inseparable.. unless you reject something old, you cant accept something new and without the acceptance of something new... well there would be no change.. and without change.. everything is sorta boring na??


hah!! and you thought you were random :P Sorry.. just had to spill my mindless thoughts there

Anonymous said...

awesome thoughts/comments there, thanks people!!:)
-khamakha