I was going through Somerset Maugham's Bildungsroman novel 'The Razor's Edge' when the study table started to shiver.I held the first impression that my head is spinning but then I heard the howls and shouts of the neighbors and family members that it's an Earthquake shock.I smiled at the wrecked condition of my neighbors and realized their love for their dear life and fear of death.But no matter what was the intensity of the seismic wave one thing remain undeterred that is the ticking away of my Table clock. The little structured table clock didn't stop showing the exact time no matter what and how grave the situation is.(Anecdote of Nepal Earthquake times).Sometimes we don't notice the inspiration we can draw from the pebble washed ashore,leaf of a plant wilting away ,pitter- patter of rain drops falling by the glass window pane and the stars twinkling at the farthest height.Te pebble teaches ''A rolling mass gathers no moss' i.e.if we do not stand still or remain concentrated upon one thing at a time we would gather no experience.Similarly leaf of a wilting plant shows the perseverance of leaf to provide nourishment to the plant dying and the pitter patter of rain drops illustrate what the famous English poet John Keats had said" Heard melodies are sweet but those unheard are sweeter".
Life has unusual ways of teaching us subjects.A fog in the dewy morning is not merely a product of nature but a teaching in disguise.It teaches that no matter how thickened the confusion/Hamletian dilemma is there is always a way through it.The solution is only dependent upon our heart and mind.The deep water currents in the village river is symbolic of testing waters of our life.It tests if we can resist it or get flown in the tide.The tunnels at hill tops are symbolic that there are certain dark phases in life but we should not lose hope because at the end of the day there is a light shining bright in all its glory.Once during department picnic,we had gone to a temple at the hill top.We were finding it really difficult to climb the steep stairs .Some grumbled and some still climbed undeterred.And when we reached the top the sight was exhilarating.
There are so many small things we forget to appreciate in the hum bug of daily mundane life.A child feeding the puppy on road side,the priest of temple handing over the banana to the infant mokey,mother feeding the cow and good natured lady of next door feeding grains to the pigeons on roof top.These small act of charity and compassion cast a big impression on young minds.I remember once while we were going to railway station at around 4.00 A.M. I saw a septuagenarian waking and carrying on with tea business.My mother remarked that we should always cater to the business at hand.Age is only a mere number.Time is never halting and all powerful.
The table clock that day taught me never to be budged from our grounds no matter how diabolic the circumstances are.Its true life sometimes feels terrible and horrifying but a sound mind,a long breathe,a brief pause and a probing analysis sketches the life like never before.Nothing is small or unimportant.Hence Saint Mother Teresa emphasizes 'Not all of us can do great things but we can do small things with great love.'
The inspiration from table clock has created a niche in my heart.I realised that Yes!we should carry on with our assigned business without caring for the storm looming at far..
P.S.;The opinions expressed in the article is personal views of the writer.The anecdotes are from personal experiences of the writer in real life.
Life has unusual ways of teaching us subjects.A fog in the dewy morning is not merely a product of nature but a teaching in disguise.It teaches that no matter how thickened the confusion/Hamletian dilemma is there is always a way through it.The solution is only dependent upon our heart and mind.The deep water currents in the village river is symbolic of testing waters of our life.It tests if we can resist it or get flown in the tide.The tunnels at hill tops are symbolic that there are certain dark phases in life but we should not lose hope because at the end of the day there is a light shining bright in all its glory.Once during department picnic,we had gone to a temple at the hill top.We were finding it really difficult to climb the steep stairs .Some grumbled and some still climbed undeterred.And when we reached the top the sight was exhilarating.
There are so many small things we forget to appreciate in the hum bug of daily mundane life.A child feeding the puppy on road side,the priest of temple handing over the banana to the infant mokey,mother feeding the cow and good natured lady of next door feeding grains to the pigeons on roof top.These small act of charity and compassion cast a big impression on young minds.I remember once while we were going to railway station at around 4.00 A.M. I saw a septuagenarian waking and carrying on with tea business.My mother remarked that we should always cater to the business at hand.Age is only a mere number.Time is never halting and all powerful.
The table clock that day taught me never to be budged from our grounds no matter how diabolic the circumstances are.Its true life sometimes feels terrible and horrifying but a sound mind,a long breathe,a brief pause and a probing analysis sketches the life like never before.Nothing is small or unimportant.Hence Saint Mother Teresa emphasizes 'Not all of us can do great things but we can do small things with great love.'
The inspiration from table clock has created a niche in my heart.I realised that Yes!we should carry on with our assigned business without caring for the storm looming at far..
P.S.;The opinions expressed in the article is personal views of the writer.The anecdotes are from personal experiences of the writer in real life.
