It was on a night in the middle
of the year, plenty of seasons ago, that a wise-fool, blurted out the words,
‘Tonight is the last night of our lives’. His friends that were walking beside
him thought about it. Some laughed, some nodded and some smiled in agreement.
Most of them were able to comprehend the meaning of what was said, but none of
them including the wise-fool could foresee the gravity of the words that were
spoken on that night.
Green leaves of spring wrinkled and
faded away to become crusty brown crumples of themselves in autumn. They then fell
down and was just dust on the road until it was buried in the layer of white
ice of winter. Spring came again and new life weaved its way out of the water
that the ice melted to form. Meanwhile, pages of the calendar flew away.
If time could be called a thing,
it would be a beautiful thing. It is ever flowing, only in one same direction,
always making its way, without getting deterred to only one final outcome. But
on its way, time affects everything that touches it, in very small, meaningless
and yet beautiful ways and none can escape its touch.
And none that was in the group could
escape time and eventually gave in to walk on the path that was laid before
them. This path, the path of life, goes in curious fashion. Where it leads and
where turns, none understand or predict. But I believe, if given indefinite
amount of time, it will make sense. For the same reason, small bits and pieces
of this path of life, often start making sense after one has walked on it a bit
farther and can look back to see a slightly bigger picture.
Each one of the individuals in
the group had started out on their own unique and diverging paths of life few
years ago. Few crossed for a short time in between but most stayed apart. Until
one day, with a bit of luck, all their paths converged again.
Initially, they were filled with
merriment and excitement with the thought of meeting each other in one place
and all of them awaited the crossing with much anticipation. The day finally
came and it was true to all what they hoped for. But there was something more to
it, for they could feel that it was more than just seeing and meeting each
other again. They knew that there something bigger at play. They all felt it
but none spoke about it. They could not ponder over this peculiarity for some
time as there so much to share, so much to hear and so little time.
But there was one in this group
who wanted to know about this feeling more than anyone else so he took it to
the wise-fool. He barely was able to express what he wanted the fool’s insight
on. But the fool was not called wise for no reason. He smiled at him and asked
him to go for a walk with him again. This time, just the two of them. He told
him, ‘you remember, I said many years ago that tonight is the last night of our
lives’? His co-walker said he did. The wise-fool asked him to explain what he
understood in his own words. The individual told him, ‘I think you meant that
tonight will be the last night where we can live and enjoy to the fullest. We
are going to be busier and more committed to our work and so we will never get
to enjoy a night such as this again’. Then the wise fool explained it to him
finally. He said, ‘What I meant at that time was, that this is the last night
of our life as we live it now. This is the last night of us as we are right now.
This night will never come in our life again. You can arrange for an exact same
scenario with all of you, anytime in future and even then it will not be the
same. Because, we will not be the same. Each one of us would have walked
farther on our paths of lives and that would have made its beautiful impact on
us. That night, few years ago, we left a small piece of ourselves to be in that
night forever. We moved on and we kept walking. The path that we walked on, slowly
and surely changed us. However, our pieces that we left in that night, have
always been the way we left them. And they will continue to live that moment as
we were then. This curious feeling that you can’t quite understand is the joy
of finding that piece of yourself again. You can not go back in time and live
that night again. But you all just found those pieces by being together in the
same place. And not just yourself, but truly the person that you are. It is
like seeing yourself in the mirror but seeing yourself from that night’. The
individual was lost for a while in his thought and then replied, ‘But where do
I find my piece? Is it on the road that we were walking on? Where do I see
myself?’ The wise-fool answered, ‘In the eyes of your friends. For they see and
know who you are. There is no curtain and no deception in their eyes and that
is when you look in their eyes, you find the joy and peace of finding yourself
again.’
The individual understood now and
they both returned to the group and were happy and content in the remaining
time they had. Their paths had to diverge again and so they did. They kept on
walking in their own paths, making their stories and leaving their impressions
on the path itself but they left a piece of themselves in that night that will
always be walking together in that night and will continue to live on…
P.S. This will be my last post on
this blog. I just realized why I couldn’t make myself to write another post for
2 years. Because since I left this place, I have never been the way I was here.
And only the person I am here could write. This is the last chapter of ‘A tale
called JUET’. And even though the name will be attached to me forever, I won’t
likely be coming back. As I write this, I recall when in 2009 I wrote the first
post here, and as far as this small blog goes, it is more than what I expected.
Which brings me to all of you reading this. I thank you for being a part of this
tale. Needless to say, without even a single one of you, this tale would never
have been as beautiful.