Give Me One Moment in Time

Disclaimer: I write under the influence of Cannibus Indica

Each visit to Calcutta entails a supreme sense of anticipation for moments. This needs explanation, I live by the moments. Not 24X7, but close. For me relationships are all about moments. Small gestures, phrases, a hug, a look, all these form moments of mutual connections, which deem all else unimportant and meaningless.

When I visit my Mom and brother in Cal, I look fwd to these. This Friday evening trip to Cal, started with a bad journey to the airport, followed by endless queues, baggage checks, uncomfortable seats and uber cheerful air hostesses with body odour. When I landed in Cal, my quest for moments began. Throughtout the ride back home followed by joyous hugs and happy guffaws, those Moments eluded me. Many long chats later we retired to sleep, and I was fast "rolling up" to hedge

the depression that would follow for lack of the "You Know By Now What(Moments)"....

I went to sleep and my brother started strumming for his next day gig.

This followed:

Me: "Will you shut up?"

Bro:"No".

Improvisations on the C chord constituted my Moment!

The Theory of Relativity:Revisited

Nature naturally has the most natural nexus with compromise. This sounded too alliterative to reject, but bear with me and I will henceforth unfold with utmost simplicity.
Jurassic Park triggered off thoughts. Not nightmares about big bad dangerous looking lizards, but far more profound. Millions of years ago, or rather, in the same galaxy many aeons ago, lived mammoth creatures. Quite akin to the DOS days of computers, things were dark, and sinister. So far so good, I am not stating anything extraordinary, so why on earth are you reading this? Herein enters the theory of relativity.
Space was an abundant commodity; hence nature did not compromise on size when indulging in creativity. Just like a painter without politico-economic constraint, she created, saw and got terrified. Just like a woman who gives birth to a bizarre being, and wants to get pregnant again to assure herself of her normalcy, nature too introduced evolution. Gradually nature gave birth to a variety of species, however, to accommodate them all, Mother Nature compromised on size. With every stage of evolution, beings were smaller. The “Saurs” series gave way to far more familiar animals, finally leapfrogging to Homo sapiens. By then space was at premium so Homo sapiens were miniatures compared to nature’s earliest creations. Things should have stopped there, but she forgot something.
Nature had endowed all creatures with the gift of procreation, so space continued to plague her. So, the invisible hand of nature was still at play, working on the fine balance between creativity and accommodating her creations. Hence all creatures continued to grow smaller and smaller in mass. However, men were already created undersized, so there was little scope of further correction, physically.
But nature is at work, even as I write and you read, we are all shrinking, not in tangible dimensions, but within. We are meaner, smaller versions of our earlier self. Our minds have shrunk, to frightening proportions, and even as I write I can feel the imagination gradually draining out of my system. Don’t you?