Anusheh Time is indeed a strange thing. When thought in the 'past tense' we feel that it has flown by so quickly without us realising it till the New year begins.

Time is often the subject of conversation between friends. How I love the 'going back to those days' sessions with my pals. Remembering all the eventful and not so eventful times sometimes with laughs and sometimes with a long sigh indicating 'missing those days'.

Then when the conversation comes back to the present we feel awed by the long journey that we have made to come to the place where we are now. The conversation then becomes to the present and what all fascinating things that we have discovered through the time. Again laughs and sighs indicating 'thats life, got to live it the best way we can.'

Then invariably someone asks "Okay enough of past and present. Lets see where we see ourselves five years down the line." And everybody looks down sheepishly not knowing how to answer the question.

But hey I tell them not to worry I'm sure the future will be like today where we'll again look back at the journey that we have had in the past and where we are in the present and again laugh and sigh...

Strikes a chord with me. Great title. Interesting post.

A poem for you, which I wrote about 10 yrs back.

Don't waste time,
She said.
But mother
I can not waste time,
it is 'time'
that is wasting me.

One frown
A reproachful frown,
I can read so well now.
Enough of your philosophy,
do as I said,
don't waste time.

But mother, can't you see
It's not philosophy
It's the truth that we
never look into for ennui
has wasted us so.

Time moves on
in its' own pace
from seconds to minutes
from hours to days
over and over
again and again

It is I who will
get wasted
In this eternal
wheel of time.

Thanks for the lovely poem Sangeeta:-)

hey, Time is one thing I have always been sacred of, of course after darkness. Darkness because, you lose the count of time in the dark. Time because, it wounds all heels....

In any case time passes, if it doesn’t, we make it pass. Otherwise there is not time pass. Below is a poem sent by a friend as a forward, to those who can’t keep up with the passing time.....

A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.

Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bites.

An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.

Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3 inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out.

Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for a while.

Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a back up happened to your commode.

Cut you did with a pocket knife.
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu.

I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens, they'll wish they were dead.

Copyright; Author Unknown

Ramlath

Good to have you back. Was thinking of you just today (thats called synchronicity:-). We missed you.

Thanks for that great poetry. lol It was so funny and so true like humour usually is. Torching time seems to be bringing out the poetess in lots of us:-)

Time does pass whether we like it or not. Depending on our state of mind we are either desperate for it to pass or hating the fact that its slipping out of our fingers. I just find it so fascinating that we have an intense love/hate relationship with it which is actually so irrelevant because time frankly doesnt give a damn. So I guess the only wise option is to make the most of it/peace with it whilst we have it....at least in this time and space!! Is that garbled or what?!...no bijli in office...sigh:-)

Hope your travels were enjoyable.
love

Great poem Ramlath

Oh the joys of reclaiming langauge for what it once meant to us all. And let me not even begin on what sms has sone to spellings!! Now a whole new technology has made me language illiterate :)

where is shubhosree? also, is there something wrong with your computer clock? it's only 5.35....

hi ramlath, ever since anusheh wrote a piece questioning time, seems time got annoyed with her lol. there is nothing wrong with the computer only time is plying tricks here...

and btw, good poem.

jasjit, i dont know why but i am very much afraid of learning/using the sms. i think this net thing is enough for my old brain lol. in the beginning when the computer will flash the message like "wrong password or user name!" i would feel like running out of the room...at least i will take shelter behind/immediately call my son...in these days...even the name mother board was hilarious and frightening at the same time...

as regards time, anusheh, ever since i read your piece, st. augustine's lines come to my mind again and again: "what, then, is time? if nobody asks me, i know what it is, if anybody asks, i do not know..."

love, harb

Hi Harb and Ramlath

Harb I think your time explanation is the best one:-)lol And thank you for those stunning lines from St. Augustine....and those hilarious lines on the mother board!

Ramlath actually our server has made daylight saving time changes and we have got affected by it. Still trying to figure out a solution to the problem. As for Shubhosree, some personal stuff has come up for her which requires her time and attention so she is unable to actively participate in the blog. And so goes the blog bus;-)

Shagufta

Anusheh seeing all the peotry here I wanted to share something I wrote many years ago on time. Sorry its in urdu:

Ik waqt ki tanhaai hai, ik waqt ki gehrayee hai,
Ik waqt ka taqazza hai, Ik waqt ki rahnumayi hai,
Koi lamha, lamha jeetey hain,
Koi yugon ka dam bhartey hain,
Is sarey daromadar mein
bas waqt hi to parchayee hai.

Shagufta that was a beautiful poem....I see you addressed it to yourself as well lol:-)

Thanks Anusheh

Sorry for my name appearing at the top but I had published these in a little booklet called Shagufta Ka Intezar, was just naturally writing the title when I half deleted it, hence my name at the top. :)