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Mountains are moving, some high, some low, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Greenery is there, small huts are there like a patch on mountains; moving with great speed. This speed is then transcended to sloppy regions, to plain barren lands with no trace of life, but still moving with great speed. Some jerks are there; some vibes are there, and is rocketing fast and ready to blow. But hope is there that can always flow; and now the people and the houses are moving with same pride as the mountains before. The green fields, the people, the animals are moving with such a pace that eyes cannot trace. The vision got blurred and blurred, and finally everything became invisible in that glowing white light and Amay became mindful of himself sitting in a train. He found that same old lady sitting in front of him chanting some prayers, and a mother besides, who is busy playing with her child. A bony face man, with long hairs is haggling with fruit seller, and then he concluded that it might be there loud voice that brought him back to senses. He again started looking out the window; the train is crossing a bridge over a river, but now fully aware of the activities around him. That old lady dropped a coin in the river as a token of worship to goddess, and this river sight brought a glow to the face of a small kid playing with his mother. Two dudes passed their compartment, probably just peeking out for a pretty girl. He remembered his college days, when he, with his friends also use to play some pranks. He remembered college days as the only funny part of his life, and that brought a sweet smile on his face. He had great friends in the college, and some of them are still there, but some have long gone out of his reach, or there could be an opposite case also. He remembered one of his good friends Amol, with whom he had a fight on some trivial matter. Amay being short tempered, and a bit egoist made the statement to not to talk to him ever in his life again. It was obviously Amol’s mistake, and he realized it too, and tried to say sorry to him, and to start the same old friendship, but Amay didn’t give him a single chance. He saw two kids playing Gilli Danda in a field­, and sort of enjoying themselves. He again turned his face towards that small boy now sleeping in her mother’s lap. His thoughts again went back to those two guys playing that local sport, and he realized that they may be fighting with each other, or they may be playing. This came as an epiphany to him, and he thought that even some time before only train was moving, but his mind and heart allowed him to travel with proudy mountains, barren lands and green fields. ‘ chai, masale wali chai’…. He took a chai (tea), and also offered the old lady and the mother but they both politely declined his offer. So he continued alone to move further with his thoughts. He know that, it was not only Amol’s mistake, but he was also responsible for that had happened between them. Mountains again came back to his view, but this time train is moving and not the mountains. He understood the importance of way of looking at things. He came to the conclusion that both these events are somehow related to each other, for he didn’t realize his mistake at the time of his fight with Amol, and only after some time might be some days he realized his mistake. He also realized that, it is only time in one’s life that can create miracles in one’s life, for it has the ability to change the view of one’s thinking, and to look the thinks with entirely different angle. He looked at the small child slapping her mother, and gave it some thought and decided that he is playing with her cheeks. He realized that, with time, a person, his thinking also travels, which can change his personality, and can turn the things upside down. ‘Time only travels but remains same; it is the man that changes”
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Chetan Maheshwari

Hello, I am a Project Management Professional, and an author and a blogger by passion. I like good sarcasm and humor. Books, people around me, and nature inspire me, and my blogs and book reflect the same.


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  1. Agree so well to what you said. It is the man who changes and not time! Liked the story! All the best for BATOM8 :) Also read my take on this topic

  2. ANd the time that man has, needs to be used wisely. It will make it last longer, as opposed to time spent uselessly, which only slows it down!

    Nicely written! All the luck for BATOM!

  3. liked the way u concluded the post....all the very best!

  4. ‘Time only travels but remains same; it is the man that changes”


    good one...:D

  5. The end was smartly written. :) All the best for BATOM!

    PS: http://bit.ly/aliensandme

  6. yep.. agreed with your ending! :)

    all the very besT!

  7. can't help but empathize with the author.....yes, everything just depends on the perspective on the looking glass through which we view things and time is the biggest healer of any wound.........all th best for BATOM!

  8. @evanescentthoughts

    Thanks a lot..
    will surely read yours
    keep smiling!

    very true indeed
    thanks for dropping by...
    keep smiling!

    @Siddhesh 'Ravan' Kabe
    Thanks buddy


  9. @The virgin author

    thanks a lot

    thanks a lot
    and yes time is truly the biggest healer
    keep smiling!

  10. NOw that is Indeed a Mature Post.

    Good Work.

    Keep it up.

  11. it substantiates the thesis that time is just a perception and quite realtive...
    nice post with fair dose of nostalgic moments and emotions with pretty nuances of train happenings...
    all d best for bat8

    ----elated cheers

  12. Nice little piece of practical philosophy written in a nice gentle flow like a river meandering along the hills.

  13. Good one...well written..

  14. I loved it..
    All the best for BATOM

    Yours Frendly,
    Saravana Kumar M

  15. This one's a class apart. You have given a new dimension to the topic, and I could empathize with it.
    The ending was very well thought of.
    Kudos! Very well done, Chetan.
    All the best for BATOM!

  16. a very innovative outlook... Liked it... Man if you'd just posted the last line when the topic for BAT was being discussed, ppl would not have had to go so much pains to write about time travel!

  17. @nethra
    ..Keep smiling..

    Thanks a lot pal,

    @Mahesh Kalaal
    I am happy that you liked it

    ..keep smiling

    @The Fool
    THanks buddy
    ...keep smiling..

  18. @dilontherocks
    Thanks buddy

    @Someone is special
    i am happy, that you loved it,
    thanks saravana

    Thanks for such a nice comment
    I always try to be practical,and positive
    ..keep smiling..

    @Saurabh Panshikar
    I also had to thought a lot for this topic,
    I was travelling the time when I just decided to write it in this way
    thanks for a nice comment
    ..keep smiling..

  19. Nice post.

    Yep, everything is perspective.

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