Something

Every single thing in life is beautiful. Not only is it beautiful, but also holds a special place - a defining moment as it were, in which everything else cedes to hold any importance, culminating in the something transcending into becoming everything. What is rather funny is that we humans pay little heed to this something at any other point in our life; yet, at specific time snaps we are forced to meditate on why we had given no attention to that something at any other moment.

Like, for example, leading a stupidly insipid life, away from home, friends and family, it suddenly dawned upon me the value of things we take for granted. Even the mere presence of known people here is indeed a luxury, nowadays. However, never did I in Calcutta realize or even think at all that whatever I hold dear would be a sort of a mirage at one point later on in life.

However, another important realization is nascent now. No matter how great is what I miss of Calcutta here, the feeling itself is something - ahem, something again - that I would invariably be not ensconed in when I get back. A rather jolly bit of irony, if I may, yearning for something is in itself a something which could be yearned for later on. Well, the vagaries of human nature at work again !

How else can one explain the phenomenon that the thing we yearn for at one instant becomes overbearing and no longer appears indispensable later on ? Is it mere human folly ? Or, is it the immaturity inherent in mere mortals from which we have not yet been able to rise into a realm of more philosophical realities. Will we be able to solve the conundrum or be drawn into its abyss more and more thereby limiting our capabilities and faculties and rendering us incapable of progressing any further
?

Only time can tell. Oh! A cliche. Well, cliches are something, are they not ? Drawing us into using them over and over again - well, that is what makes them cliches, right ?

(Wrote this a long time back, more than an year ago, pretty soon after landing here...)