Life is short and there is so much to do. Life, like a lover, is drawn towards death. But there is so much that I need to do still. I need to restart that painting which I had left half done and I hope to write a couple of poems after having returned from the inspiring journey to Rishikesh. I learnt and sang a sweet melody of Lataji the other day but there are yet innumerable lovely ones which I want to sing and yes, Lakshmi Holmstorm has been beckoning me since quite sometime. I want to re-read her book, The Inner Courtyard. And I want to book my tickets for the live Kathak performance of Birju Maharaj… My God, there is so much more, I mean, that I haven’t even started listing down.
A few years back I was informed that a friend of mine was suffering from an unfortunate disease. His life was a matter of few years. I was numb. I sat on my chair, lost. I tried comprehending what I had just heard. I prayed for him as my eyes brimmed in silence. I contemplated if I myself was prepared to pack my bags. Life, for all mortals is after all, ephemeral. I realized that I wasn’t prepared. I wanted to live more, achieve more and fulfill many more desires.
I woke up next morning and thought of my unfulfilled plans, big, small and all. I need to go to Bharatpur Bird Sanctuary as early as possible, I need to visit my college friend, I have to fulfill the promise of inviting a friend to my place and cooking for her, I need to call another friend and apologize for something, I need to visit my uncle and aunt who are feeling quite lonely and I need to write a letter to my professor narrating to her my latest aspirations and I need to show up for a promised coffee date with someone.
I needed to. . . I needed to . . .
My phone rang. It was a school friend. His cousin needed some counselling, he said. I told him that I was jammed and that we would discuss it later and I went back to my priority list- my friends,my family, my travel plans, my unfulfilled promises, my art, my dreams, my love obligations, just about everything .
Days passed but my frenzy of fulfilling my priorities had yet not settled. I put my priorities over almost everything that came my way. Then on an unpleasant day I received a phone call. The news was a rather shocking one. My school friend’s cousin who needed counselling, had passed away. He committed suicide. He was deeply confused and depressed. Counselling could have helped him.
My heart suddenly felt heavy like a stone. I received this news while I was travelling to a natural retreat for solace. Travelling had been my priority. I had been busy fulfilling my life. My own words were resonating back to me. They had assumed a new meaning though. “Life is short and there is so much to do. Life like a lover is drawn towards death. But there is so much yet that I need to do . . .”
In the melee of personal desires, is there any place for priorities that do not include us? Is life fulfilling only when we are busy ticking personal wish lists? Or do we owe something to life..others? Should priorities always include the word ‘MY?’ Suddenly I knew that sometimes to stand by someone was more important than to travel far and wide in search of personal joy.
Nilesh P Megnani is a professor of philosophy who teaches not just the academics of his subject but the purpose of it to his students. He writes whenever he feel inspired and believes life is workable hypothesis and love, the elusive potion that might transform humanity.
Thank you for sharing your experiences and priorities. This is where your compassion comes from 🙂 We seldom realise that the line ‘Life’s too short’ holds as true for others as ourselves.
beautiful…….
Thanks shyama and vidhi.
yep, totally true, and i think personally time has been kind enough to me, as it has usually designed my priorities towards myself or others in a way that i just have to go in a flow… but yes sometimes you are crashed in the obstructions of the flow, thats where you may decide you next path to be back in… well sir, a good thoughtful work, i will remember this one in different phases through life… 🙂
Wow. that is such an eye opener. i am sorry that you had to go through this. but thanks for putting it down so well sir. 🙂
thanks raj . True jaydev, its sad… Thanks for reading and leaving a response.
Numb.. That is all I am! A very thought evoking write up 🙂
Thanks kanchan. Keep reading.