Jun 29, 2011

time...

i missed my train this morning. so i had some 15 odd minutes to spare. i didn't have the touch with me, and i don't usually bring out my laptop at stations. so i sat down, contemplating how these missed 15 minutes would affect the pace of the rest of my day.

i love clocks. esp the ones at stations - the huge, old ones. with arms, not numbers on them. between my "how-can-i-make-up-for-lost-time" and "what-was-it-i-had-to-do" state of mind, my eyes were drawn to the clock that hung past the staircase at the station... and i realized the simple pleasure of having the time to notice an arm of the clock move a minute ahead. it was just a minute, but it seemed like such a great effort for the arm. so much movement, such little progress?

makes me wonder if that's what i'm doing. putting in so much effort, to move less than an inch?

4 comments:

DewdropDream said...

"If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, yours will be the Earth and all that's in it ..." :)

Distance is relative, no? Besides, would you really rather have it any other way?

P.S: That old style station waala clock? There's one in a pub near your old house here, it's beautiful! I'll send you photu next time I go. Muah!

Galadriel said...

Beautiful. The arm moves but a fraction of an inch, but doesn't it impact lives with every movement? Tumhari kahani bhi kuch aisi hi hai! :)

Compassion Unlimitted said...

Hmm...Maybe ,it says Slow & steady wins the race...A liesurey pace surely gives more time to enjoy life
Just a few more days for your Bday & what a thought
TC
CU

Roli Bhushan-Malhotra said...

Nice. I've left the luxury of quiet contemplation behind :-)