Jun 29, 2011


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?


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

Roli Bhushan-Malhotra said...

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