A piece of time...

A couple of question again popped up in my mind when i was doing the thing which i hate the most. A forced conversation. Actually does not matter with whom it was. The point is why it was. Its not like we did not have anything in common. We could talk about anything. But i just did not feel like talking coz it would have given the same kind of questions and responses.

Hows life yaar. "ok hai"
Hows work going on. "ok"
Ten mins of pause and, did you see yeaterday's match. "nopes was in office"

And then i lost the will to live for about 2 hours.

Took me 3 episodes of "Friends" to bounce back to life. And thats when i realized the relativity of time. One minute of "forced" conversation and a day with your best friend or some one special actually take the same amount of time. And thats what i call a "Piece of time".

The other day i saw an ad which said 30 years from now what would you remember the most when you look back at your life. The corner most cubicle and around a million hours spent there or that one moment when you thought this is the end of you and took that plunge right off the sydney harbour bridge and thought why have i paid to do this freak thing called bungee jumping. Yet hope to survive.Now thats my piece of time which i have just plucked out of the zillion seconds i have been here on this earth and made my "timepiece".

The second thought which flashed right after this one was the eternal objective of life question which haunts me. And one of the probable answers was may be the objective is to collect as many timepieces as possible and yet managing the paradox of not only doing that and nothing else such as generating means and resources to make that one moment possible. So how many pieces of time have i collected for the first 26 years of my life. A good bunch i suppose. Some of them very beautiful, some of them very grave. Some of them alone and some with other people. And i how many i have been a part of for others. Not much i guess. And thats one thing everybody ought to start right away.

Coz we are happy the most when we see ourselves in the photo frames of other people. Sharing their best moments and being a part of their timepieces. Who knows it might be your "piece of time" as well. I read somewhere that sounds do not disappear. They exist forever. So whatever you have said and heard would be there in this universe forever(Think the amount of crap you have blurted out). And I guess so will time. We may not be here after a hundred years but our pieces of time would remain. So may be i know what to go at for the remainder of my life. Or may be i would be proved wrong by someone someday. And wouldn't i would love that to happen.

Thinking long term after all is not a bad term after all.
As my long term just began today.

Cheers.