Wanted to write it in 27th June but was not sure if it can be of any interest to any body else than me. Usually it is kept as low key affair due to proximity to the date of Salil"'s Death. Hundreds of Birth day wishes and a sort of small mile stone of completing seven decades of life encouraged me to pen my emotions on next and next of the next date. Who knows if I will be alive when I complete 75 years of age.
Born on 27th June 1947. The night between 26th and 27th like International flight . You reach airport ( Hospital in this case ) on one date but take off on the next date. The ticket prints next date. Horoscope gets confused. The date changes but not the "Tithi.". . For many years I was under impression of being born on 26th June. The school decided ( must be as desired by my parents ) it to be 27th June. So it is since then. Anyway no body remembers the day, time or the place where one is born. Now they shoot it in camera I am told to settle future dispute if any .
Every passing decade had it's own stamp on the life. At that particular time at felt real and for ever. Now I get notion is nothing is really real and definitely never for ever. Had my share of good and bad moments. Felt very proud at times not so proud or not at all proud at other times. Felt very sad and miserable some times not so miserable or not at all miserable at other times. The sinner and the saint went hand in hand. One overstepping other as demanded by the occasion or rather as response to it. The occasion is the product of destiny and the response is your own blue print for future occasion// life. I guess must be true for almost all persons. Perhaps fitting with to and fro way of my life.
My idea is not to write chronology. It does not matter unless you occupy a place in history and then also it has to face disputes over it. It is sort of detached eye view. I dont know if any one can be really detached but idea of detachment is appealing now.
Born on 27th June 1947. The night between 26th and 27th like International flight . You reach airport ( Hospital in this case ) on one date but take off on the next date. The ticket prints next date. Horoscope gets confused. The date changes but not the "Tithi.". . For many years I was under impression of being born on 26th June. The school decided ( must be as desired by my parents ) it to be 27th June. So it is since then. Anyway no body remembers the day, time or the place where one is born. Now they shoot it in camera I am told to settle future dispute if any .
Every passing decade had it's own stamp on the life. At that particular time at felt real and for ever. Now I get notion is nothing is really real and definitely never for ever. Had my share of good and bad moments. Felt very proud at times not so proud or not at all proud at other times. Felt very sad and miserable some times not so miserable or not at all miserable at other times. The sinner and the saint went hand in hand. One overstepping other as demanded by the occasion or rather as response to it. The occasion is the product of destiny and the response is your own blue print for future occasion// life. I guess must be true for almost all persons. Perhaps fitting with to and fro way of my life.
My idea is not to write chronology. It does not matter unless you occupy a place in history and then also it has to face disputes over it. It is sort of detached eye view. I dont know if any one can be really detached but idea of detachment is appealing now.
