“What do you know about Time?”
“Nothing” after a pause “Nothing at all” said
the dark black statue, even though nobody spoke to him.
A handiwork of Gilbert Bayes in an attempt to
immortalize a great man with an even greater vision, who till date clutches the
IISc main building close to his chest of fear that even the tiniest of
negligence on his part be responsible for Swami Vivekananda turning restlessly
in his grave. Of all the ones in the campus, I pity him the most, for he stays there
during sun and rain under heat and cold, of all these agonies the worst being
the one pervaded by the crows, pigeons and any other kind of bird that have
more right than us to call IISc a home.
As someone who stood there counting probably
over every single second of his century long existence, yet no one could have a
sound sleep after prefixing upon him a blame for knowing “nothing at all” of
Time. Time, which according to Albert Einstein subjected its flow whether you
lay your hand on a hot frying pan or on a hot woman, had by far shown no mercy at
all as it ticks away busily exposing the limit of our very mere existence.
The complex equations on pen and paper, for elucidating
the anonymity of time does no justice in explaining to me how quickly time has
gone by. It seems just like yesterday I had my first class and was easily
cruising through Newton’s reckonings and here I am today struggling to
understand the abstruse mathematics behind a counter-intuitive world of Quantum
physics and still wondering where the past two years have vanished, and by now
I also have the misfortune of being in possession of average grades of my four
semesters which will hold little value in Ivy league if not for a research
paper soon to come. And according to some, my continuous dedication to my blog
may as well get me admission in Ivy League but for some degree in English!!
After all that Physics!!
The serenity of the campus has probably veiled the
restless timepiece that seems to govern everyone, an inevitable passage of a
precious quantity never reclaimable, as our mind and body races between assignments,
classes, lectures, research or maybe a talk by some Nobel Laureate who happens to join us
from time to time.
The worst part of the day happens to be the
time between bed and sleep, when the past comes back with a vengeance- the
mistakes, the misery, the could-haves and should-haves. Try as you might, you
simply cannot close your eyes and go to sleep. That’s when I ask myself, how was all of my time
spent today, was it the lectures? Or was it the endless assignments? Or was it
the leisurely walk I went on holding some girl’s hand? Or was it the demands of a healthy investment in a long distance relationship?
And at that time you simply wished you could
stop the clock for some time and take it all in and then probably resume it, for yet day another had gone by.
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