Simple Sentiments

Pick up one episode of your lifetime that you desire to relish and experience again? (Courtesy: Daily Prompt) Let us assume it to be a free pass for my Time tuning machine! (Past Post). I might not consider every option at this inquiry, as it is not a physics problem to draw the forces and make up equations.

Childhood is the answer. Cherry living is the sensation. It was a sublime time of my life, which I never truly felt like moving, however it geared up so fast that it wound up so soon and I am longing for it again. One person who makes me feel euphoric about it is my Grand Mother.

Tragic truth is that she is no more. It happened when I was a toddler. She was a honored woman. I have faint and feeble memory of her and her identity. All I knew is that she cherished me more than anything. Solid reason could be: I was the first male Grand Child into the family hierarchical tree.

Photographs of her would bring me nostalgic memories of our splendid relationship. In considerable lot of her yesteryear snaps, I was there, holding her, sitting in her lap, playing with here…. My relatives are enamored with letting me know accounts about her, identified with me.. I will share one and then continue to float on my memories, in solitude.

When I was a child, I had a flawless shot of living together with my Atthai (father’s younger sister) and my grandparents. Televisions were getting into the mainstream at those times, particularly cartoon network. Whoever gets hold of the remote will have the opportunity to pick what to watch. And my Atthai was the chosen one for it! I am always a fan of Tom and Jerry. Those days Cartoon Network would telecast programs up till 8pm or only. Whenever I wanted to watch cartoon, my Atthai had different decisions. It generally happens. But I had a gigantic backup for my team, my Grand Mother. She used to say: he is a small boy, let him enjoy it. So change.

It could be a simple thing to you. At the same time, it meant a lot to me in every TV viewing session. I don’t significantly recollect the delight of watching that cartoon at that specific age / time or the bliss of toppling my aunt’s chance. Some kind of happiness triggers onto me, while thinking about this. The pride that, I had a person, who loved me and granted me all my wishes, by paving ways and means to it, makes me overwhelming. Thank god for her. But I really miss that sweet woman. I am bound to think that : things won’t be the same, if she was there!


Thoughts Tuning Time

Time is the most dynamic and philosophical idea that mankind has ever invented !

It is always there, up and running, sitting tight for nobody. It’s the ultimatum battery of our macrocosm. We are made with a timed expiry date, which is of course hidden form us, for our own good.

Seeing through time, transcending through its various realms, is interesting. Starting from the seers of Vedas, who had the ability to transparent the three dimensional aspects of time – Past, Present and the future, to the Harry potter era, it has been a curious subject of thought. Here in the following lines, I simply express my contemplation of the time tuner, which may or may not be appealing to you.

Fundamental certainty to be kept intact in mind is that, Time can never take up the reverse gear. It is supplied new every second. Indeed a wonderful gift. You just use it or lose it. It is as straight forward as that. I believe that what has happened is all for good, so there is no discussion of backtracking into the clock and altering stuff without anybody seeing. Just imagine how much chaos it will create, when a particular event is overturned. OMG, it’s unbelievable.

Just for the illustration, we go back into time. The date is 18th August 1945. All our eyes are watching, Netaji Subash Chandra Bose boarding the little chopper, with Habibur Rahman. Accompanied with them are expansive and expensive iron caskets, full of gold, which was donated to the INA, for the welfare of the Azad Hind – Indian Government in exile. We are following the plane, and thereby witnessing every moment of action. We stop the plane form smashing (lets go with the damn wrong conspiracy theory!), Yahoo! Netaji is invited into India. Whatta a considerable measure of progressions it might have made in Indian History – both political and social. Indeed to envision: Mind Blowing. So it is good to keep events intact and be honored with history.

My variant of time tuner, must have extremely straight forward(!) in characteristics. Strict Entry, just into the past. No license to do any cutting, gluing and altering. Full rights to watch, note, view, account and record all evidences. Guaranteed for sure is Mass entertainment. Cameras, phones, everything without exception are permitted inside it. Time dissolves in the time machine too, but it must run moderate onto this record: one day into the machine, is equivalent to one minute of our life time.

History is dull and doomy at numerous defining moments. Knowing some robust facts of events, their reasons, and individuals involved in it,their practices and propensities as stated by it, will make my thoughts more clearer on numerous perspectives. We get an impression on anything we discover and experience. It need not be true always. This time machine must serve me to make conclusions better. Learning form the past and experience is the best of assorted type. Let falsehoods decrease with this mission of time. Memories of the past are bound to be cherished, give it a chance to be an alternate approach to delight in, unwind and reflect. Anyways, past is precious.

This info is strictly, not for muggles ! Hermoine turning her clock with Harry potter, in the Prisoner of Azkaban (Book Three).

(Share your versions too. Thoughts on the line of: Time Machine, Weekly Writing Challenge)