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Someday Time Stops and You Stop Flying!

Sometimes I wonder how time flies and how I flew along with it. It looks like yesterday when I flew out of my little nest into this limitless azure sky. I have been flying since then. My wings have grown stronger over the years beating against the windy storms during my journey. Soaring into the sky, I had a different feeling, a feeling that I never knew of when I was dwelling in my nest with my loved ones. I have flew over different gardens, in different seasons, meeting and leaving behind many friends and loved ones. Now I build my own nest wherever I go, live there and fly again into new place.


People say that someday you have to return to your nest; someday one stops and looks back; someday time stops and you stop flying.

The way we look at things, at people, at emotions, at relations - everything changes with time. Our needs, our interests, our likes-dislikes transform as we continue to discover ourself.

The road to destiny is in finding oneself - but I hardly have met of anyone so far who has suceeded in it. It's like a never ending search, we dont know what we are , we dont know what we want, we dont know where to go, it's like we dont even know what is it exactly that we are searching for.

I know I write a lot about knowing oneself, the reason is I find it very important to discover oneself. What justice would you do in reforming your home, your nation, the mankind, if you havent even succeeded in understanding yourself. Of course, it doesnt mean we overlook on actual pressing matter - our livelihood. We definitely need to do the best we can to help ourselves and the world. But my point is, we are so much involved in everything other than ourselves that we at times forget even who we are.

Just stop for a moment and look back on what you were when you were going to school or college, and what have you become now? Are you happy the way you are now? Have you ever thought that in the race for winning life, we have actually lost the zest, the passion for living? How many of us rise to the morning sunrays with a smile and look forward to our day? I think I am getting away from my original thought, this topic can form ground for a whole different discussion, might write on this some other day.

So yes, I was saying I have flown a lot over past few years and have enjoyed my flight.

And yes, people say that someday one has to stop. But my question is when? And how do we know its time to stop? When you continue doing what you love to do, someday you pause and look around, you will find yourself left behind the rest of the crowd, coz they have been following the routine the world has defined. Is that when you stop and start catching up? But is it really necessary to stop? Those few are very lucky who can merge what they love to do with the routine, they are neither left behind nor do they stop flying.

I have met so many people, seen so many different situations, been through different phases of life - everything sums up to what and who I currently am. I have grown mature over the years, like may be everyone of you. Maturity doesnt mean one gets serious about life, it is not directly proportional to ones age either. It is a by product of what situations one has been and what learning one takes from it. I got let down by my friends, it still hurts. But I havent stopped trusting people and making new friends. I have become a little cautious about how easily I give in to relationship, but its something in my nature that I cannot draw a line. So I resolved to a solution to keep saying at the back of my mind that whoever I am with or whatever the present moment is - its not eternal. It will change and I should be in control so that I am not as hurt as I was in earlier situation. But I know, I would be hurt equally or more:)

Why all this huge drama about maturity? The reason is, people think as they grow old, they get mature. But do they really? By being in control of oneself - ie. by restricted or calculated talking, laughing, feeling, thinking , loving - altogether so called behaving; we are just changing into a sample of this economic world. You walk across an ice cream parlor, your eyes fall on it and your heart suddenly screams "Ice Cream !!!". But I am sure, 99% of us would just move on. Because immediately mind would react; move on you are late for office, you will catch cold and cannot afford a sick leave, its not the right time to eat an icecream, seriously? Icecream? Are you crazy? what will people think? etc...

My point is, if doing what your heart says means being childish or immature, then I would like to remain a child. For me maturity is protecting that child inside me, and which I admit is very very difficult. Because the 1% who would just walk into the Icecream parlor without thinking much and have one of their favorite flavors would be considered weird. So, yes, per me if end of the day in the process of knowing oneself if I keep changing myself, then I end up in a vicious circle - I wont know what I want coz I have changed and I dint even realize when.

Again change is the only constant thing in this world. So yes, change is necessary, but only such change which does not kill one's soul. Keep the essence of you alive till your last breath. Add different flavors, different styles to your life but dont change the one YOU!

Hmmm.... Someday you have to return to your nest; someday one stops and looks back; someday time stops and you stop flying. Many of you would have already faced that "someday". I am hoping and fighting that "someday" never comes, but what if it does?

There was this shayari in Zindagi na milegi dobara movie - I loved the movie for its idea of stopping for a day and living YOUR life. The shayari went on to say ---

Dilon mein tum apni Betaabiyan leke chal rahe ho Toh zinda ho tum
Nazar mein khwabon ki Bijliyan leke chal rahe ho Toh zinda ho tum
Hawa ke jhokon ke jaise Aazad rehna sikho
Tum ek dariya ke jaise Lehron mein behna sikho
Har ek lamhe se tum milo Khole apni baahein
Har ek pal ek naya samha Dekhen yeh nigahaein
Jo apni aankhon mein Hairaniyan leke chal rahe ho Toh zinda ho tum
Dilon mein tum apni Betaabiyan leke chal rahe ho Toh zinda ho tum!!

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  1. I seriously dread that day.. :) We should never stop flying.. ;)

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