A new intent. A new objective. There is only that much of yourself that you can allow to be adrift, even wasted. There is no way of retrieving the times lost. There is no way of undoing what has already bee done.
I have lost many precious moments to all kinds of mayhem, mental and material. Not any more.
Driving through Lodhi Road the other day, I saw yellow leaves falling across the black pitch. The road was carpeted with dead, dry leaves. The trees were bare. Some beginning to be so. I told a friend, who was with me then, how the falling of leaves made me sad. “Arre, why? It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Uff, you are way too poetic,” she said. And then added, “Don’t look at the trees. Look at the leaves. It is as if it’s raining yellow leaves.” She was right. It was beautiful. The trees, I noticed, were turning a new leaf. The old ones were falling off, the new ones just beginning to cling to the branches. A season had passed. Another was on its way. The trees — and the leaves — were only following the nature’s plan. A set course. A fixed pattern. Everything changes. Change — as they say — is the only constant. As time flies, we are changing all the time, every single moment. What I am now, I will not be tomorrow. Who I am now, I may not be tomorrow. What I love reading/listening to\watching today, I may start hating\loathing tomorrow. If some gods in the pantheons of world music, literature, movies or theatre are part of my world today, they can be out tomorrow, replaced by yet another string. What delights me today may bore me tomorrow. You get the drift?
Change lies at the very root of creation, life. What I see, what I listen to (or even just hear), what I notice, what I observe, what i think about, what i ponder over, is constantly changing, every single day, every single moment.
In my posts, beginning now, I want to capture these changes, show you how the change is creeping in, transforming my world, my eyes, my ears, my heart, my mind. I want to show how life itself is a series of changes, for better or for worse. I want change — in the spheres I am talking about, namely, books, art, music, films, theatre — to be the leitmotif and the catchphrase of my posts. I hope to make myriadmusings a chronicler of that change. A constant chronicler of sorts. Sometimes, only sometimes, I shall have my poetry. But even that will symbolise some change. Some transition. Some evolution. Of that I am pretty sure about. And want you to be the same. If you are reading this, I would like you to participate in this process — of noticing these changes and reacting to them. It can be immensely enriching.
As Beatles sing,
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe
Jai guru deva, om,
I don’t sing along the bit, Nothing’s gonna change my world.
As they croon,
Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing
Through my opened ears inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying Love which shines around me like a
million suns, and calls me on and on
Across the universe
Jai guru deva, om…
I am pretty hopeful that something’s gonna change my world…Here’s looking at you, change!