Sunday, May 29, 2005

The particles of love

Nothing remains save the particles of love created by your beauty and the beauty your love brings to life.
When a new-born infant cuddles in the arms of its father when he is holding the baby for the first time, doesn't time stop? Or is it just a pause in the frame of life when the father finds his painting on the canvass of love come to life. Yes, time does stop! As the father watches the baby, he sees a strong yet uncertain future. With the knowledge that the weaknesses of the past have been blocked off and with the faith that the angel of hope alongwith Pandoras box of troubles are safely behind the thin veil of his beliefs. And somewhere in the skies the clouds part and the moonlight streams into the night.

On a Christmas

On a Christmas, as Santa Claus was ringing his bell on the 101st Street in Brooklyn, New York, he noticed a youth working in a gifts and card shop. Being impressed with his sincerety at work, Santa requested the fellow to send an application for the post of Supervisor "Gift wrapping and specialised packing" to the following address:-
To
The H.R.Elf
Santa and Co.
Where all the outer walls of the castle face southwards
North Pole.
A few months before the next Christmas, our man was on leave for a few days before the hectic preparation for Christmas got underway. He was walking down the streets of New York on a Friday evening watching people sitting on the benches of Central Park chatting away with each other in the fading light.
Suddenly, he had a feeling of being watched and turned to see a girl standing in the lights near the doorway of a coffee shop. The girl knew who he was and her eyebrows raised itself into a question mark to the question conveyed by her eyes. The eyebrows seemed to want to know, if whether, her gift for Christmas would be nicely packed. Our man closed in his eyebrows, showing gravity on his face and gave a thumbs-up sign to the pretty young lady. As he resumed his walk, he could hear the gleeful voice of an enthralled being alongwith the patter of prancing feet in the dark shadows of the lane. And then it began to rain.

Nothing remains

Kahlil Gibran says Nothing remains save the particles of love created by your beauty and the beauty your love brings to life. Leo Tolstoy in one of his short stories tells us about an angel who was punished by God as he went against destiny and decided at his own will to not take the life of a woman whose time had arrived. The angel tried to save the womans life because he was moved when he knew that she was destined to die on giving birth to twins. I woudn't want to narrate the complete story right now but some relevant parts of the story, yes. The angel was asked to spend some time on Earth as a normal human being and told to return back as an angel only when he knew what men live for. The angel works for many years as a cobblers assistant. One day, a rich man came inside and ordered a pair of shoes to be worn on a special occasion 6 months from that date. The rich man promised to punish the cobbler if there happened to be any mistake in the making of the shoes from the finest leather. But what happens then is that the rich man dies in the carriage because of a massive heart attack. The angel learnt that man can never tell what his needs are. Then what does man live for? To cut a long story short, the angel finally realises that man can only love for that is what he can live for, to love and to enrich others by his love.... and when he does the rest of the picture falls into place.

The Reaper

Time is money for some people. For others, god knows what. From others i had learnt that time and tide wait for no one. But then, i feel that time is always your dear friend waiting by your side till the day you die. Lazy nincompoops say that i am waiting for my time to arrive. But i say that this is wrong as the proverb which reads every dog has his day is applicable only to dogs! Only when the Reaper whose name is Death comes at the time of the harvest to cut the bearded grain and the flower that grows between, does time leave you and gives company to the next new born infant.